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y i k e s Mar 2014
Just before the amusement park ends, I want to take one last ride.
The longest day of them all is about to come to an end, so this ride will be the best.

Stepping up onto the beginning, size doesn't matter for this one; the stepping stool makes us all tall enough
The hardest part of anything is probably ensuring that everything in place and ready to go

then...

BOOM!

We're off!

With this ride, all or nothing.
Either it happens or it doesn't.

Everything is so sudden, the ride is beginning to take it's toll.
Dangling, everything is below.

Is this really it?
It's like a blast from the past, everything is rushing back.

Do you remember how happy your mom was when you got all A's on that report card?
Or how happy your dad was when you got into that special high school?
Or how you made that whole class laugh with one joke.
Or how you made that guy laugh with that same horrible joke.
Or how happy your sister was when she got into college?
Ya'know, life isn't all about you.
What about your cat? Where's he going to sleep now? In your empty bed? You're selfish, he's going to get cold!
What about your best friend? Who are they going to text all night now? A phone that won't answer?

The ride is getting closer to the end, it's getting tougher to process even

the
           tiniest
                         thought.

Closer.

You're
              closer
                       toward
                                        the
                                                  ending
                                                                ­ now.

blink
blink
blink


that's it.

                                                      You're­ done.

It's over.
bad :) night :)
y i k e s Mar 2014
here's a letter so i can ensure this is not your fault
and never will
don't you dare think that
you're one of a kind

don't be alarmed
when i'm gone
it's not your fault
you tried your best
i tried too little

you were good to me
i was bad to you
i was bad to everyone
i deserve my fate

i'm sorry i broke my promise
please don't hate me
don't shed a tear for me either
i'm not worth your golden output

remember that i love you
and i love the memories we shared
and the jokes we made
the worlds we created
and the worlds that never got to be visited

please still live on the memories i destroyed
they're meant to be shared
not just for us, but for the world we would have changed
the world that is in your hands
and is left for you to take on

you're strong and are able to do this
without me
without any burdens
because you're strong, brave, and powerful
everything i am not
and can never be

i love you
regardless of where my body lays
y i k e s Mar 2014
it's one am
and i'm all alone again

sitting on the couch
with my back slouched  

such an normal ending to any day
with nothing new to say
besides the fact that i'm wasting my life away

it's one am
and i'm alone again

i should probably go to sleep
or maybe even weep

because once again im sitting on the couch
with my back slouched  

thinking about life
debating about using that dreaded plastic knife

that creates such pretty lines
and fancy designs

i should probably go to sleep
or maybe even weep

because i'm sitting on the couch
with my back slouched

realizing that it's such an normal ending to any day
with nothing new to say
besides the fact that i'm wasting my life away

and that it's one am
and i'm alone again
this is a mess, but i really like it

anyway, i'm off to bed.
y i k e s Mar 2014
the crave for human contact with one being
the hunger to hold them in your arms at one am, inhaling their very being
the desire to be noticed by them, at any means necessary
the infatuation with an idea of someone, no matter how far fetched your brain makes that someone out to be

is miniscule compared to how much i want you.
y i k e s Mar 2014
Daddy had just bought himself a nice white button down top and a pair of dress pants, which are black as night.
To top off his dashing outfit, he also got a nice black and gray stripped sweater.
For once in his life, looking a bit formal.

His youngest offspring chose a beautiful floral dress, with bright pick flowers on it. To top off her formal wear, she found a pair of moccasins. Which are to be worn with white socks.
Not completely formal, but it's formal enough for semi-formal.

However,
daddy was angry.
Who was he to have to dress up for his youngest?
Who was he to have to attend an event-
a ceremony-
which mommy had no intention of attending anyway?
Why was he the one that that to go and be at this event?
An event where it was finally signalizing that his youngest was almost done high school, a milestone in anyone's life...

And so, daddy allowed his emotions to be heard.
He made sure everyone heard them,
the people within ear shot,
the people next door,
and the people down the block.

And the totals of the event are in,

Four tokens to be wasted to get to this venue.
Twenty dollars wasted on tickets.
About maybe under a hundred dollars wasted on clothes.
And the little girl's sadness wasted on feelings.

Who was she to be sad over parents not wanting to watch her get her class ring?
:)
y i k e s Feb 2014
Open up your eyes, sunshine.
The world is bright, the sun is shining just for you.

The grass is greener than ever.
The birds are chirping, just for you.

The sky is a different shade of blue than usual.
It's a new tint of baby blue, just for you.

Cheer up, love.
Everything will be alright.
Everything will work out.
Everything is well and will always be well.

Just for you.
y i k e s Feb 2014
all i want to do
is to be able to write a poem that's not about you
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