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I paint over
the true colors
that they show me.
But they blend
and I no longer know
what color it is.
It's a mix
and that is how
mixed signals are created.
They are not made by them.
They are made by you.
mysa Sep 30
smoke trails behind me
like the scar that runs down my wrist.
the smoke is wrapped around my eyes, too,
so i stumble
as the smoke envelops my body
and whispers in my ears.
ive been writing some pretty edgy stuff, huh?
Tanaya Aug 17
I want to stay with the angels,
just a little bit longer.
Till I am one of them,
and they are one with me.
Till I teach them to write
their own destiny.
Till they hear me sing
the songs of the wild,
and twirl on the faraway tune,
write of the loss of a fire,
and fantasize of the sensuality
between my scars and the craters on the moon.

I want to nurture the angels,
to tantalize their demons,
spread their wings
and dance on the oceans,
to smile just right
and give the look half wrong,
I want to show them just for once
where they belong.

And once they start living their lives,
you shall see,
even the angels are but devils
like you and me.
Let me stay here,
and fuse into them my symphony.
Just a little bit longer,
It won't take time, I promise.
Give me a day,
I can make anybody get carried away,
I'm not proud of it.
Sunshine and Blue Clouds
Gulls Flying Over Blue seas
Pictures of warmth and Blue Skies
Are the true definition of utter beauty
Holding hands
Running for the tides
Laughing as The waves crash us to shore
We are captives no longer.
Maxim Keyfman Jun 29
How much time do I have left?
How much to write to me remains?
How much longer will I suffer?
How much longer will I die?

How much longer do I have winters?
How old are I yet?
How many hours do I have left?
How many minutes do I have left?

How much more can I see?
How much can I feel?
How much will I love?
How many people will I beat?

How much longer do I have winters?
How old are I yet?
How many hours do I have left?
How many minutes do I have left?

Gray Jun 5
An unusual noise unprecedentedly awakes me.
At a time where i never once willingly arised.
In the darkness of my room, i try to adjust my sleepy eyes.

Unfortunately, it’s no use.
And i am forced to turn on the blinding lamp light.
I groan in annoyance and wipe away the sleep from my face.

I conclude I might as well get up.
Perhaps to make myself something warm to drink.
The rest of my body doesn’t agree, which causes myself some unwanted exertion.

While I’m creeping along the cool stairway,
I get a feeling I’m being watched.
I shake the thought out of my head. I live alone. Don’t be foolish.

Eventually i make it into my kitchen,
Where the feeling of uncertainty still follows,
I blink a few times for reassurance, and begin my usual routine.

Even though the time is far too early,
I still am able to heat up the water.
While I open my cabinet, i once again feel like i'm being surveyed.

This time that strange feeling doesn’t fade away when i attempt to remove it.
Apprehension soon rushes through me as well.
My hands start to shake, which consequently makes me drop my favorite tea kettle.

I additionally crumble downward, and melt into a tense ball.
That sensation of being stalked just grows stronger.
I wish i wasn’t so subnormal.
Gray Jun 5
I walked along side the empty sidewalk,
Alone as I’ve always been.
It didn’t bother me as it might have troubled others.
I was used to it time and time again.

The weather that day was cold and grim
Just like how I’ve been feeling prior.
Since everything seemed to blend,
I didn’t realize until the two of us collided.

You were so polite and quickly said, “Oh, I’m so sorry!”
Even though that it was clearly my fault.
I remember nodding timidly, and lowering my hand to help pick you up.
The second you grabbed it was the second my old life melted away.

The next day’s weather was worse,
But it no longer matched how i was feeling.
We walked, not hand in hand, but side by side.
We were both equally as shy and nervous.

How else should have we behaved?
The two of us had only met the day before.
Yet, even i must admit now, I felt like we could have been more.
Perhaps if i said something then we could have been something more.

Soon the sidewalk met the intersection.
Which meant that our paths were to come to an end.
Even though i traveled alone,
I wore a happy grin.
I'm still toying with poems that don't rhyme, and poems that are slightly longer, so oops!
Gray Jun 2
Remember when i told  you that you were wrong,
When you decided to sing that cheesy love song?
Remember when i told you that it was ******,
When you decided you could only be saved from cupid?
Remember when i told you that you were used,
When he stood you up and got you accused?
How dare you say that i wasn’t there.
How dare you say that i didn’t care.
How dare you say that this was all my fault.
How dare you say that i caused this violent assault.
What about that time i offered you a sincere hug,
And all you did was silently shrug?
What about that time i told you he wasn’t worth it,
And all you did was tell me that i was out of it?
What about that time i told you that you were my friend,
And all you did was put us to a sudden end?
Gray Jun 1
Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night unexpectedly?
Even though your faint and sleepy, your mind suddenly goes wild.
Then, to your own dismay strange questions start to flow like a senseless stream..

..Flowing.. Non stop… insensible questions..

Have you ever wondered what the breeze tastes like?
It’s an odd question, i know that, but i bet it made you think.
What if the wind had a bittersweet flavor?
Or maybe a flavor that nobody could even begin to describe?

Have you ever wondered how the average pigeon views the world?
Yes, it’s strange to think about, i realize that as well, but i bet you’re slightly curious.
What if they are actually extremely smart?
What if they don't even think at all, and are just acting purely on animal instincts?

Have you ever wondered what your own house smells like?
When others come over they smell something completely different, right?
What if it smells really foul, and all the outsiders are just being kind to you?
Perhaps it has a normal smell, and i’m just dwelling on this idea too much.

I see how all these questions can be viewed as foolish thoughts,
But doesnt everyone think strange things?
There are very few who are audacious enough to answer honestly.
Would it be better if we all stayed quiet?
Usually i like writing poems that rhyme, but i figured it's better to always try something new.
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