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Oct 2015 · 334
Walk
Mr Bluesky Oct 2015
Walks we may never remember
As our souls pass on
But some things
Can never be forgot,
The way we connect
When our arms interlock
The way I always recognized you
Even when we knew each other not
Centuries may pass
And memorys will fade
But these feelings
They shall not
Mar 2015 · 475
Damn Clock
Mr Bluesky Mar 2015
Tic Toc
Tic Toc
Tic
Toc
This clock is Ticking me off!
The words aren't soft, or gentle at all
Their hard and they hurt my heart
Tame your noise
Terrible beast
Time needs to skip a few beats.
Mar 2015 · 395
Damn Clouds
Mr Bluesky Mar 2015
Clouds have hidden this Blue Sky
For oh so very long
Making things hard to see
For others and for me
I've missed watching the little people
Go about merely about their day
Have they missed me as much as they say
Many hide under thick green trees
Then complain when I'm away
I don't find that very nice
It hurts, in a way
Mar 2015 · 738
Freckles
Mr Bluesky Mar 2015
The freckles among your body are stars
Not because they make a shape
Or twinkle in the night
Not because they each have a story
Or are scars from battles fought
But because they hold a deeper meaning
Of everything you are
A constant burning light in life
That fills this darkest soul
Mar 2015 · 395
Words
Mr Bluesky Mar 2015
Your words dig deeper into me than the waters if I were drowning
       Your words are never lonely because they stay in my heart forever
Your words could be a symphony, and I would aspire to be Mozart
       Your words capture everything you speak, better than a Kodak ever could
Mar 2015 · 6.6k
Cold Coffee
Mr Bluesky Mar 2015
Anytime my coffee gets cold
I can't help but think of you
It scalds my mouth as I drink it too fast
But the pain doesn't compare
To that I feel missing you
Sep 2014 · 1.5k
Sonnet from an Animal
Mr Bluesky Sep 2014
I lie with my thoughts on these darkest nights
Asking the stars what it is like to shine
For this lackluster glow is my one plight
Being seen to the common-folk as swine

My manners are not described as the best
But when you’re raised by wolves how do you know
How to bring your social class to the crest
When you’re on the run from a hunter’s bow

The rules are simple or so it would seem
You stay in your castle and I in wood
I’ll watch at your window, for that faint gleam
The moonlight always made you look so divine.

I will run back to my family and tribe
Don’t worry, by the rules I best abide.

— The End —