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He's close, so close and I'm running fast.
Every second he gets closer and I don't know how long I will last.
I look up ahead and focus on every step,
but I know I'm holding on by a thread.
Just as I get ready to give up and give in,
I see a tattered old BMW coming.
Her trunk is open and I take the cue;
I jump into this strangers BMW.
The man runs quick but we drive quicker,
riding into the evening sunset picture.
We drive a couple miles till we hit a small town
with a motel and the countryside all around.
The BMW stops and my driver steps out;
I crawl out from the trunk and jump on the ground.
My feet feel heavy and my legs are sore,
my head feels so much bigger than before.
I can't stand straight and I lean on the car,
but before I know it I'm heading down for the tar...
This is based off a dream I had that I just can't get out of my head and have been thinking about all day. Let me know if you want the continuation of the second part! :)
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

They were so perfect and bright
when I got them that night.
                      Their beauty amazed me;
                       they were such a sight.
He placed them in my hand
and we smelled them together.
                        "Like these roses," he said, "we will last forever."
As time went on,
they roses began to fade.
                         Their beautiful red, pink and white
                         became a lonely grey.
Their rich, full form slowly began
to dwindle.
                           Their large, open petals
                           soon began to shrivel.
They dried up slowly
and one by one they fell,
                            leaving their beauty just a story to tell.
But what about us?
What will we leave behind?

                             Stories about roses that have
                                     dried up and died?

The roses are fading...
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

will die

will melt

But I'll never forget
the feeling that
I felt

Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

Your eyes say it all

You don't need to speak

They say every word

Their meaning so deep

So cold as ice

Yet they glow with fire

They show determination

And desire

Your eyes yell and shout

Speak so loud

They are so vibrant  

Yet you are silent.

Silent yet powerful
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

I'm twisting, turning,
sweating, burning.
What's in my mind is so disturbing.
The world is falling,
People are mad like angry beasts.
I open my eyes but the remain closed,
showing me this world that is
out of control.
I pry my eyes but the refuse,
exposing this world of issues.
I don't want to see this;
its far too ugly.
People are mad, everything is ******.
I want to wake up from this nightmare;
where is the other world, where?
But I don't wake up, not now, not ever.
This is the nightmare we are
living together.

Masha Yurkevich Jun 2020

Living on
may be tough,

but it includes a
free ride
around the Sun
every year.

Try to look on the positive side...
Masha Yurkevich Jun 2020

shows ability


asks permission.

Common mistake, just decided to share it with ya'll.
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