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y i k e s Apr 2014
without trying,

you make

rainy days

turn into

sunny days
  Apr 2014 y i k e s
ionized
kiss my lips

kiss my hips

make me slip

head over heels for you
  Apr 2014 y i k e s
PrttyBrd
Don't you know?
All of you is beautiful to me
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10w
I just wanna say
How unlikely  you are
Hey, boy, but I like you
And the stretch from truth ain't far

Multicolored lights
Dancing on the wall
Hey boy, but you fascinate
And that's just overall

How about you and me
Take a waltzy twirl
Hey boy, but it's wonderful
And I love the way you curl
  Apr 2014 y i k e s
Ellie Stelter
I'm writing this because I have to, James.
It's not you it's me, it's not me it's you.
Or something like that.

We shared a conversation, a few words
Traded back and forth through the air.
Didn't mean anything.
Didn't have to.

We're not friends, we're strangers, James,
Something which I don't think we'll ever fix, or resolve, or whatever.
Point is we're not even going to try.
Point is we don't have to.

But it didn't have to be like this, James.
It could have been so much less.
There could have been no spark in your eyes.
There didn't have to.

I'm writing this because I have to, James.
Because it's not either of our faults, the apathy we share
Is just human nature. When you see someone who isn't
Really suffering, you don't stop to care.
Someone asked me who James is. He's just someone I talked to once, then never saw again. I decided to call this poem James after him because it sounds better than the original title, Letter to the Strangers.
  Apr 2014 y i k e s
KILLME
YAAAAAASSSSSS
y i k e s Apr 2014
early sunday morning
when the air is brisk cold
when i refuse to get up,
because my bed is warmer than the house

early sunday morning
when the house is empty
because my parents have plans
that don't involve me

early sunday morning
when everything is silent
not even the footsteps of the dogs
or a peep from the bird

early sunday morning
when i refuse to get out of bed
is when i come to realize
everything is suddenly dead.
dead is in figuratively

my family members are not dead, nor is my block
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