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Kaleigh Mar 2018
Often I feel like I'm floating.

Falling in space, boating in the seas of stars.

Then I open my eyes, reminding me of my scars.

Sometimes I drift from my body, wishing I was somebody.

That's when I remember who I am, embody my sadness.

I where it on my sleave, and no one seems to see.

Maybe I'll just leave.

Just Leave.

Riding bikes in the night, gliding across the blue clouds.

Beauitiful indigo eyes, please tell me I'm alright.

Because I'm not fine, not fine.

Carve our names into the trees, bees buzzing names of forgoten lovers.

Let us hide under the covers, let me dream of you being mine.

Your smile shines so bright, I wish I had that light.

All I think about is the machines that ring and ding.

A childhood dusted and buried in a grave.

My brain is melting, jumping onto the afternoon train.

Wind singing through my eardrums, that familar hum.

Floating, so far from earth, from here.

Some days I just want to disappear, drown in an ocean of beer.

The taste feeling so clear, the fear burning as I sneer.

Just let me go, its already too late.

Dont' wait, just leave me to my fate.

The tip of gun causes my mouth to go dry.

I told you, my head is fried.

The barrel pressing tight.

I'm sorry my only friend, myself.

I let you down.
Gary Zambrano May 2020
I miss you

On those terrifying nights
when I can't sleep or when
I have those crazy dreams
Just to wake up and realize
that my bed is empty
you are not longer here with me

I miss you

when the wake of the new day
approches and the birds start singing
their most beuitiful melody
there is an empty space on my bed
where once your beautiful
smile used to be
the birds continue singing
they don't know
their beauitiful melody
fills my heart
with moments and memories
that now deeply hurt

I miss you

is not the same here
everything looks different
everything looks out of place
I hope you are ok
I don't know what to do
I feel trap in yesterday
I never imagined that love
could cause so much pain
i hope you found your sister well
i like to hear you talk about family

it may help her if you listen well &
it may help another too

the words line up one below the other
yet i cannot remember the photograph
so will go to look

the drawing is mine
as i rather like clouds

some people overlook
these things yet from

your writing
i realise
that you do not

circling the bike
the boys here
do that, look cool

wheelies and touch the bus
in passing by
in the lamp lit square here

some folks complain & write
to the newspaper

i am simply envious of their prowess
the beauitiful skin

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