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moss Feb 2016
I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say
moss Jan 2016
an hour ago I was crying
and back then I felt like dying
now I somehow feel like flying
it seems by brain is slowly frying
what's going on
moss Jan 2016
sometimes I just wonder
if sunflowers feel sad
if they're hiding thunder
beneath their petals' glad

what if their color lies
and though they're bright and yellow
they prefer cloudy skies
and feel a little mellow

maybe that is why they wilt
because no one ever expects
their lack of joy fills them with guilt
and we ignore the effects
moss Jan 2016
you let your eyes look right through me
my body made of translucent plastic
what would it take for you to see
that I am not completely elastic

stretch me long enough and I'll snap
bend me far enough and I will break
shred me and I'll remain in scraps
fragment me and I'll fall into flakes
moss Jan 2016
He told me I seemed filled with joy
And I laughed a little bit on the inside
But I remained polite and coy
Considering at how easy it is to hide

I don't show it cause they won't care
They don't want to know what it's really like here
Living in my mind of despair
Always wishing that I could just disappear

So I'll wake up every morning
And reattach a smiling mask to my face
And they'll remain without warning
Of what it's like inside this case
Last night someone told me that I seemed happier than usual... I think I'm more conscious of what my face looks like when I'm trying to hide emotion.
  Jan 2016 moss
Mike Hauser
Every time she starts a fire
It causes quite a blaze
Burning down the forest doubts
On any given day

Brightens with a spark
The dullness in between
Back handed striking matches
Burning dry the evergreen

Her kindling is her laughter
Ashes spread her joy
I like to stand way up close
So I can feel her warmth
moss Jan 2016
just as the             caterpillar
is not aware of its miraculous
future, you too will one
day transform into
a lovely             butterfly
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