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Sean Yessayan Dec 2014
White Mustang dream
sipping on life through a straw
until red light turned green.
Sean Yessayan Nov 2014
When saying goodnight
is hardly your final thought,
pray she's creative.
Sean Yessayan Nov 2014
I fight against time
by refusing to subtract
an hour from clocks.
Sean Yessayan Oct 2014
Good evening everybody,
tonight's a very special episode
about a boy not understood
by his peers so sincere
to his emotive-ish veneer.

The irony's so dramatic
to the Viewer of it all.
Tensely suspended anxiety on air
ever known that what's shown
will work itself out on its own.

That's the way it always goes,
but not without comedic conversation,
awkward confrontation, then happy resolution;
thus consealing that joyous feeling
the reward for sympathetic fearing.

Yep, that's the way it goes,
except this is not a show
and my name is not Chris,
so the fly on the wall
will despise or revel in my fall.
Sean Yessayan Sep 2014
As the mornings' suns,
I wait eagerly, for your
lashes to mimic.
Sean Yessayan Sep 2014
The artist dragged
a hand across
a city skyline
in the sky
while the paint
was still wet.
Sean Yessayan Sep 2014
Dormant eyes slept open'd,
sought but hardly for naught,
lasting evermore.
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