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 Jan 2020 Michael Messinger
aimee
Is it truly vanity
to not settle for the mundane?
I want to drink the champagne stars
hold the Moon in my arms,
kiss the Sun in all his glory
have the Night fall in love with me.
You call me insane
for not wanting to be contained,
for wanting to swim in the sea
of the universe
for wanting to speak
the language of the cosmos.
Why should I have to explain
the need to slide down a rainbow,
for wanting to swallow planets whole
and become celestial,
that yearning to immerse myself
in all that is strange and wonderful.
Inspired by "Drops of Jupiter."

this poem and more can be found on my Instagram @_ghivashel_
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In childhood days
we thought we could remain
forever youthful and vibrant
that we would stay the same

Summer evenings
lingered longer then
as we chased through the wood
our golden-fire friends

Never did we dream
of farewells or goodbyes
our futures vast and open
as summer starry skies

Autumn came and
stole away those nights
our ageless innocence dissipating
as misty clouds from sight

No longer would we share
a child's purity of view
summer left us and with her
our memories of youth

To where do they go, our memories
of times together framed,
of moments past so long forgotten
when we were still the same?

What turn did you take?
Where did your step go astray
that led you down a path so far
from simple summer days?

Yet you found the way to remain,
frozen as winter's crystal breath,
timeless now and infinite
your youth cloaked in death.

Another autumn night drifts by
years adding onto mine
while you, in the vastness of the sky,
awake an ageless twenty-nine.
For my cousin Austin, who passed away at the age of 29 from a ****** overdose
 Jan 2020 Michael Messinger
D
the way that the sun
sets the world a-fire,

it's my only desire,
to be touched by his light
sun so hot it'll melt your popsicles
I screamed, I shouted
Gave half of my voice to let it all out
My mouth a chasm and words poured out
But like a balloon that ran out of air
My words made no difference
To the person that should care
Her mind of steel could not understand
That those words were right and true

A new year has come and will leave too
But problems from 2019 will come for me soon
I spoke my mind for the first time
And all I got was stares like I was a mime
I cannot stop, I am not free yet
And continue writing my sorrows
In cheap, bitter poetry
Red.
The color that crept onto her cheeks in utter surprise and shyness. The color that stained her lips as her teeth mercilessly sunk into it in anticipation of her inevitable fate. The color she wishes to be adorn with, in the form of marks and ribbons.
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