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 Nov 2014 Effy Sky
Marcus Neeley
They say there are three ways people can escape their woes
Sleep,
Drugs,
And death

I've tried 2 out of those 3 things so far
And so far,
I'm tired of my bed
And my supply of green has turned red.

You see, my problems are a lot like my addictions,
Just a bunch of smoke and ash
Cause I can't get up off my ***

This poem is for the boy Who packs his happiness into bowles with no milk
And measures good times in grams (not. golden)
Nothing feels as good as purple
And redheads are only cute when they come off of trees.

Can't you see
I'm mentally ******* ill!!!!
But you know what they say
That sticky icky can sure cure the sickly.
Quite quickly

As a matter of fact
If you don't mind I please ask,
Have you ever smoked marijuana before?
This is just some corny **** that i wrote.
 Nov 2014 Effy Sky
M'thew
I trail my shadow as I walk down the narrowing hallway.
There is nothing on the walls past where the light behind me reaches.
I think there is something here,
but my perceptions are deceiving.
My pulse is echoing in my skull and vibrating all of my bones.
In this darkness, I am alone
and I can finally sit and think.

Tranquility starts contracting as the walls that surround me keep narrowing.
Under the feet of my racing mind The carpet crumples and folds upon itself.
I consider erasing time as I try to understand myself.
No longer able to move anything more than a hand,
I take a final breath and close my eyes.
Embracing eternity, awaiting what is ahead of me:

My final surprise.
We live in a world of ill reprieve,
cast into the under belly of society.

We are driven into the depths of mortal sins,
drowning in pools of ***** waste that haunt our minds.

We are forever deserted in a desolate wasteland of filth,
crawling and scratching our way to the surface just to breathe.

We are in hell's kitchen, where we are the feast
and the natives are restless and getting very hungry.

We destroyed every morsel of our well being,
we were not civilized human beings, we were animals.

We were the cause of the volatile destruction of mankind,
we dropped the words, the weapons and the bombs.

We are no more.
 Oct 2014 Effy Sky
Sabbathius
Into god knows where
Into a deep dark lair
Slowly as a candle burns
My body twists and turns
For I am robed in flames
I am the fire he now claims

Still widely around my soul
All scorched out, nothing but coal
The rope which hasn't snapped
The endless fall in which I'm trapped
The more I fall, the less I care
For all the times, I spent up there

No escape from this descent
None of this is what I meant
Stripped of scent and sight
Cast away from the light
Void of all my senses
Void of all known faces


*Slow Descent by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Derivations in spelling are oft found
There is a few on them floating around
Last eve this word was discussed at length
How to spell it can vary from place to place
Should we not be right we'll be in disgrace
All spell checkers disregard my version
To my spelling they have an aversion
The American way has much more strength
English folk denote it so differently
One debates its spelling constantly
Which brand name of this word do you employ
The latter example doth display a (U)
I'll jot both of them down for you to view
Color and colour its spelling doth toy
He would catch me every time I fall
Always being there to hold me
He would say he's the one who has it all
And I would say he's my destiny
A rebellious spirit without a cause
For me to absolve from insanity

Let's look to brighter horizons
Hold each other and greet
Every day with pure precision
Love will be our greatest feat
In spite of so much indecision
Tomorrow's tides we will boldly meet


Together, with my love, nothing can go wrong
I'll fulfill his dreams, he'll end my pain
In his arms, I'll find where I belong
Love like that, even poetry can't explain
Yet here I am, unable to find him
Walking all alone in the rain

Yes, I'm walking through the rain again
Solemn rain drops trail down my face
Just like tears which pain transcends
...Wait, what is this that does so grace?
A yellow umbrella at the towns's end?
Why do I feel so compelled to chase?
What is this fluttering my heart now lends?


Huddling under my umbrella, bright yellow
I feel something good down deep to the bone
Turning around, I see a tall handsome shadow
He too, is walking in the rain all alone
One look into his dark green eyes and I know
He's got a sad broken heart, to match my own

As I draw near, I see into her eyes
Broken glass; windows into the soul
I wonder, just how many guys
Have come, to rob her of control?
I feel as if our hearts beating inside
Share a simple link, so emotional


Linked at the very first sight
I never really believed in fate
Then he gave me a crooked smile, so bright
No longer would I ever have to wait
Our hearts were pounding as one
A new destiny together, we would create

*Never knew, never thought, never hoped
Eyes could catch and spark a fire
In this old heart that I thought broke
Return to me a feeling, once expired
Come sun or rain, our heart's will cope
Renewed, I finally found my love desired
The second part and (possibly) the end to this wonderful experience of looking for love with Frank Ruland! What a joy!
Hope you all love it!
Thanks Frank! ❤
Trapped in my cocoon,
hanging from the tree.
Soon to escape,
time to break free

What will I see?
Is the world dark?
Long is the day,
but it's looking pretty stark.

Now is my time,
it finally opens up.
I want to go back in
and close this thing shut.
A butterfly's first glimpse of the world
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