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y i k e s Apr 2014
i love how you can make me feel high
like a child's balloon, which floated out of her hand
and into the air, soaring
                                            higher
             ­                                           
                                                          and higher

                                                         ­           and even higher

until it reaches a simple tree branch and

pop

and then the balloon begins to tumble down
onto a innocent driver who's on their way to work
who's windshield the now deflated balloon lands on
when they swerve to not crash into the ongoing traffic ahead of them
now that an object is blocking their view
and they drive straight into a tree,
and their head bangs off the the car's dashboard
since a worker who inspected the car's model
did not realize that the airbags did not deploy
and they are dead,
all because of a balloon
which a careless child let slip out of their hand.
i love how you can make me feel dead, and alive
at the same
time.
y i k e s Apr 2014
Holes are deep,
holes are dark

Wouldn't it be fun to dig a hole?

Dig it deep,
dig it fast

Wouldn't it be fun it dig a hole?

Jump inside,
toss the dirt back inside

Wouldn't it be fun to dig a hole?

Stay inside,
for an eternity

Wouldn't it be fun to stay in a hole?
  Apr 2014 y i k e s
Alexis
It makes me feel
Lightheaded and fluffy
And makes my cheeks
Turn bright red
To think of my hand
In yours.

It's such a unique gesture,
Holding hands.
So intimate
Yet innocent.

Our hands will fit perfectly
Our fingers interlocked
Like the right pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

My heart will beat faster
Your cheeks will turn redder
And we will feel so much closer
To each other.

Your grasp will be so tight
It'll be impossible to let go.
Just like having the world
On my fingertips,
Literally.
Surely I deserve to dream such fluffy cute things every once in a while?
y i k e s Apr 2014
Don't just stand there

and adjust your bowtie

                                   
                                     **ACKNOWLEDGE ME
So, Junior Prom was pretty fun
  Apr 2014 y i k e s
KILLME
Goodbye creativity
and good riddance.

I can no longer stand to be myself.

Goodbye creativity
and good riddance.

I'll put my independence on the shelf.

Goodbye creativity
and good riddance.

Its useless now to disagree .

Goodbye creativity
and good riddance.

It better instead to fit in, don't you see?

Goodbye creativity
and good riddance.

Its scary to do your best to stand out.

Goodbye creativity
and good riddance.

when you're a freak to the rest of the crowd.
y i k e s Apr 2014
Faces painted with colors that make girl's skin pop out.
Eyes large and done up with circles around them
Coverup hiding the blemishes that grew out of stress and fear
Legs shaved and exposed under the beautiful gowns

Smiles grow on their faces when they see their date; dashing in suits and winsome smiles.
Small flower pins added to their beautiful dresses

The night is ready.

Legs spin around and around as they twirl, smiles in motions and hearts race.
Sweat lingers down their faces as their laughs grow more.

The night is ablaze.
Everyone is smiling.

But only one question lingers,
*"May I have this dance?"
my junior prom is tomorrow, wow.
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