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 Dec 2014 mzwai
Tessa
sometimes i drink tea as a substitute for your hugs
almost desperately sipping,
wishing, hoping,
dreaming of you (holding onto my ceramic cup so delicate)

sometimes loneliness creeps in like a stealth burglar
when you realize what it is you freeze,
suddenly too aware of yourself
but pretending it doesn't exist to cushion yourself from
these ugly emotions
who, like old fake friends whom i try to alienate,
i hide from, trying to mask myself by emulating
everything i love

in the hopes of becoming something beautiful,
something you might love.
(pour myself another cup,
dream on)
i needed her
                                                             ­               
                                                                ­             so i bought her...

she was so beautiful, so moist
                                                           ­                
                                                ­                             but i ground her up...

if the police found her i be thrown in jail
                                                            ­                
                                                                ­             so i rolled her up...

but i loved her a i couldnt leave her like that
                                                            ­                
                                                                ­             so i burned her...

how could i let the smoke of her go to waste
                                                           ­                 
                                               ­                              so i inhaled...

i loved her so much
                                                            ­                
                                                                ­             my *****...
she was da best ***** i evar smoked... may she rest in smoke
 Dec 2014 mzwai
Emma Pickwick
Don't call me baby
I don't care
Why don't you stop wasting your time on someone who's only half there?

I'm not trying to be the protagonist
And this time I am the bad guy,
Fine,
I've been the one so back and forth with making up my mind.

I can't answer your calls when I'm out getting my friends
I'm tangled in the webs of drinks, faces and heads,
Please don't get upset, I don't want you mad,
But when I'm not around, it's because I'm trying not to feel sad.

And you've told me so many times you would fill the holes,
And you're trying too hard to make me hot when I'm cold,
I wish I did care, but I don't have the time
To think about life with you in mine.

I know I know I know it'll come back to me,
I'll be a lonesome queen someday,
But you can call someone else baby
And they'll feel the same way.
 Dec 2014 mzwai
Dawn of Lighten
Too many critics without the empathy to judge souls,
Who are thee to judge like the righteousness of heaven?

So often people speak as if they are blood brothers of man,
But fizzle into a cliche' of echoed voice within the deep caverns.

Silly isn't it that with hindsight the vision is always twenty twenty,
And like viewers of Romeo and Juliet to yell out "don't drink that poison!"

This is not a rehearsal for you to think how life should be,
because you did not live other lives to know who they are.

We are not a machine to be reassemble by your image,
but by god's creation to make mistakes and learn.

Humanity in it's purest we learn from a single step,
and with each step we become more aware of our surrounding.

Learning to manipulate the laws of our world,
and to live in the fullest glory of the very moment.

Do you become a saint by going to church, temple, or, synagogue,
Or is it following your heart to do good the best that you can?

Simply put you are no more of a judge,
than man made concept of judging.
"If any one of you is without a sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her!"  John 8: 1-11

Personally venting of hypocrites, and those who think they know god.
A former christian, and been agnostic, who believes in undefined higher power.
 Dec 2014 mzwai
Ceida Uilyc
Humanity Plus or Transhumanism,

This is the It.

An elixir,

to the Crooked, twisted and shrunk a world Right now.

The only Elixir to any sense, sensitivity or Sensibility of an unknown Sanity.
 Dec 2014 mzwai
NARMONSEA
Distance.
 Dec 2014 mzwai
NARMONSEA
Distance is a powerful word.
A word that touches on everything.

Defined as 'The amount of space between two things.'

Space that was added and could be filled up.
Space that is unnecessary. Space that was not wanted.
For example:

The distance between our hands.
From far, a wave at first sight,
Never knowing that your touch,
Will mean so much to me in the future.

From close, together,
A gentle clasp, a perfect fit.
Never letting go: Reassurance.
Everlasting bliss.

The distance between our bodies.
From far, as strangers, before
We've had our moments together.
Your presence grows as the distance closes.

From close, as lovers,
Touching, intertwining,
The kissing of skin, the sharing of warmth,
Making love.

The distance between our eyes.
From far, as acquaintances,
Averting glances of interest,
Curious in every inner thought.

From close, every smile,
Every emotion, more meaningful than before.
Every minute detail shown in awe.
Every moment clad in romance.

The distance between us.
Physically, Emotionally,
Mentally, Metaphorically.

To me, 'Distance' is a powerful word.
I hate it.

Because if there is any distance between me and
Your eyes, your hands,
Your body, your everything.

I would not be myself. I will break apart. I will not be whole again without you.

*I never want to be distant from you.
Moments where she's just not there beside you.
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