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 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
space kids
 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
we just want to get out of here
to run across the galaxy
skinning our knees on asteroids
dipping our toes in lakes of nebulae
playing ball with planets
flying through the universe

because we can't breath this oxygen the earth supplied us
because we ripped the chains
that held us to earth with our teeth
eating up the determination
that pulled on us to get us out out out
to finally go on adventures
to finally breath in the stars
to finally take a spaceship to another place
because we just want to get out of here
 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
get up
 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
get up, kid
wipe the dirt from your pants
wipe the blood from your cheeks

get up, kid
bare your teeth with your chapped lips
bare your fists with your bruised knuckles

get up, kid
scream
scream and let your throat go raw
but don't stop
       don't stop
       don't stop

get up, kid
make me proud
 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
your hands
 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
your hands left inky marks
on my skin
and i don't have any soap
all i can do is scratch and scratch
but it's still there
it's still there
 Aug 2018 Maya
mysa
it just takes a second
a sound
a feeling
before i can remember so clearly
what it felt
to be above the clouds
running with the angels
the sun illuminating their golden skin and their golden smiles
to be high on living
each time it stings
each time i wish i was back
each time i know i can’t

but for a moment i can see my golden skin again
i accidentally posted a different poem around 20 minutes ago, sorry about that
 Aug 2018 Maya
Maverick
Yellow
 Aug 2018 Maya
Maverick
Stop.
Go.
Red light.
Green light.
I love you.
I don’t know.
My cautious behavior was justified when you left.
 Aug 2018 Maya
jo
untitled iii
 Aug 2018 Maya
jo
it happened abruptly, really -
up at 3am again,
to feel nothing at all
instead of everything at once.

the dull ache behind my eyes and tucked in my shoulder blades and nestled in the pit of my stomach
is all that's with me.
not the shadow,
the faint imprint,
of who i want to be here.

i think that maybe
if i just tell myself that over and over
one day it'll stick.
it'll fade eventually
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