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moss Aug 2015
5
monkey bars
they were all she could hold on to
when the ground crumbled
beneath her trembling feet

4
swings
they were the metronomes
that conducted her life
so she could stay together

3
slides
they helped her explain
what she was feeling
when everything was moving too fast

2
basketball hoops
they showed her how to do
what other people wanted
to get what she needed

1*
merry-go-round*
that taught her how not to puke
when things wouldn't stop spinning
inside of her head
Life is just a playground full of little children and their games.
  Aug 2015 moss
Just Melz
I'm
going
to
make
like
a
tree
and
fall
**beautifully.
moss Aug 2015
If I had to guess on what I've seen
I'm not too sure that she likes me
I've played the game, I know it well
But with this girl it's hard to tell

If I could talk to just anyone
Then talking to him would be fun
He seems funny, he seems so nice
I only need to break the ice


I'm afraid of what she might say
If I give too much of myself away
If she thinks me another man
Will she like me for who I am

When conversing, he seems so closed
Almost as if he is trying to pose
Wondering what he is hiding
I conclude that it's dividing


With her style and class she is far above me
Afraid to ask if she could ever love me
A girl like her, a boy like me
I have my wants, she is my need*

With his depth and thought he's far away from me
Afraid to wonder if he could know me
A mind like his, a fool like me
My longing for him is decreed
moss Aug 2015
Sometimes I get a longing
to fade into the sky
to watch my skin turn pink and orange
and drift into the night

Sometimes I get a longing
to sink into the sea
to hear my voice become the waves
and crash along the shore

Sometimes I get a longing
to wane into the wind
to blow between the brushing leaves
and touch tree tops again

I long to be a calming force
but one that's violent too
I long to take just any course
of this life that I so choose
  Aug 2015 moss
Just Melz
She saw words
           in stars
  And life had meaning
        When she
   followed her heart
Opened up for disaster
         to strike
But the matches of protection
     Were nothing alike

            She saw poetry
      in his eyes
And nothing ever looked
           as sweet as his
     laugh lines
 But the flow of the pen
          stopped short of madness
When she was born again
    
        She saw lyrics
   in every emotion
           And all the tears and smiles
      proved her devotion
But life had a way
          of sneaking up on her
    When she closed her eyes
            Before looking
        in every mirror

    She saw love and pain
all at the same time
        and she was hurt and happy
  By every one of his rhymes
          But nothing ever looked
     as beautiful as his
               piercing eyes
 But the flow of the pen
          stopped short of laughter
When she was *born again
❤❤❤
moss Aug 2015
the things left unspoken
live in the space between my words
the little area of nothingness
is not really all my world
all you can see is a blank space
you can't look into my thoughts
but maybe, only if you could
you'd see I'm just a knot
but just because I can't express it
doesn't mean it isn't there
*the galaxies inside of me
aren't so simply shared
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