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y i k e s Apr 2014
Oh look, a beautiful butterfly is soaring in the air

fluttering ever so gracefully in the beautiful, warm, spring air

flying through the air in such an elegant, sunshine filled sky which is recovering from the harsh winters

so astonishingly beautiful...

until the butterfly got caught in the trap of a beautifully made spiderweb

twirled and twirled, it's crushed

and eaten.
y i k e s Feb 2016
life is merely cause and effect

what i do to you,


you do to me.
y i k e s Jul 2014
everyday isn't a sunny day

and

everyday isn't a rainy day.
y i k e s Nov 2014
happiness and love

wrapped up in fur

on four legs
y i k e s Mar 2014
change.

change is not something i am very fond of.
this new update is an example of a bad change...
y i k e s Jan 2015
don't fret, love.

the world is beautiful without the need of drugs
y i k e s Jan 2016
when all the chemicals in your brain wear off,


are you really the person i thought you were?
y i k e s Jun 2014
it's finally became clear to me:

                                     you're nothing worth chasing
y i k e s Mar 2016
another seat empty

another missed assignment

another letter grade down on attendance

another excuse email

                             Dear __,
Sorry i'm not in class, i'm not feeling well can you tell me  what I missed? thank you have a great day!
                                            Thanks,     ___
another day i'm a waste

                                            
                                               but professor let me be honest,
                                                         sorry i can't come to class
                                                               i really can't handle anything
                                                        ­              anymore
com
y i k e s Sep 2015
com
my future is laid out before me

i just dont understand how to grab it.
y i k e s Apr 2014
Come sit down with me, dear.
Would you like a glass of tea, or are you more of a coffee person?

Come sit down with me, dear.
Allow me to wrap a warm blanket around you so you can be warm and cozy, in my arms.

Come sit down with me, dear.
Tell me about those things that keep you awake at night.
Those things that haunt your dreams
those things that remains you everyday you're less and less who you want to be.

Come sit down with me, dear.
Shall we share a bite?
Maybe your favorite food.
Or something new
Shall that tickle your fancy?

Come sit down with me, dear.
In that big chair.
There in the corner
with the red velvet arm rests
in the dimly lit room
that is so opulent.

Come sit down with me, dear.
So I can let you know
that everything
and I mean everything
will be *alright
the things you come up with when eating spaghetti
y i k e s Oct 2015
And you're so common
That everything reminds me of you

You're so beat down
That fragments of you reside everywhere

I'm so pulled in
That I need to belittle you to feel better

I'm so held down
That the chains are leaving fresh marks
y i k e s Apr 2014
being with you
makes me feel like a flower
that just bloomed
thanks for spending friday night with me.
y i k e s Mar 2014
When did you become a daily part of my life?

I wish I could erase you.
Lock you in a box and disregard the key, toss it in the trash.
Avoid you on the street, like an ex partner or an old pal.
I wish I could throw away your body, lock it in a car and drive it off a ledge.

I wish you wouldn't be a daily occurrence anymore.
It's not fair to me.
Or anyone else that has to deal with you.

If only they made erasers big enough for you.
i sure do hate math class.
y i k e s Dec 2014
-i really can't sleep, nothing is working

                                                -that's okay, close your eyes and count to ten

-no, i can't sleep, my mind is not functioning.

                                              -that's okay, i'm here. close your eyes and rest

-i need help, no one is listening

                                           -you should rest. close your eyes and go to bed.
-
-
-
-
                                                                                            -see you tomorrow.
you mean well

but youre not helping.
y i k e s Oct 2015
How many dates do we need to go on until we can have an actual date of our own?
y i k e s Jan 2015
when the sky gets dark


and the joy is tucked in for the night,


it does not mean,


it won't come back

*tomorrow
y i k e s Jan 2014
Alex.
Such a common name, yet you are far from a 'common' person to me.
you're everything good one can possess crumbled into one beautiful exterior.

you are the very peak of mount everest
something so many people try to reach, but always fail because it's too hard
one day though, the strong person will reach the top
and you'll find your perfect match

you are strong, beautiful, warm-hearten, and so ******* cuddly
i'm honored to be in your presence
i love you
i really love you

i'm so happy to know  you, really

well yeah, i can't end this but
i love you
y i k e s Nov 2013
What did I do to deserve this?
I thought not being sexually active was a good thing?
Why am I being punished for not having a baby at such a young age?
My body remains untouched
But yet, every month you punish me with a ****** mess on my undergarments
God ******, I waste money on these ****** warmers
And you come, and cause me to waste even more money on a blood absorber,
which doesn't even work all the time
All I want is to not bleed once, sometimes twice a month
**** this.
im very angry
y i k e s Feb 2015
hey you,


                                                  i miss seeing your face everyday
y i k e s Mar 2016
thank you for putting a smile on my face,

thank you for making me laugh,

thank you for making me feel special,

and thank you for giving me your time,

today
the hour i spent with you was amazing
y i k e s Feb 2016
We all have goals in life

                         get rich
                         move out of your birth place
                         travel the world
                         fall in love

But how tragic is it that we die on our death beds, remembering the times when we were happy

Yet in that moment, never appreciating it because we were complaining  about what else we could be doing
y i k e s Dec 2013
I'm an onlooker
an observer
of your every move

I'm a storage unit
storing all the little things you say
so i can paint a picture of you in my mind
so that i don't have to talk to you

I'm a tree, rooting myself all around you
trying to pull you in
so you can become a part of me
because i'm no good with words
and i'm far from a trophy
or even a medal

I know you'll never be mine
so maybe you should go through the cell cycle
and create a daughter you
and be mine

Maybe I'll get some sleep then.
this *****
i know.
y i k e s Mar 2015
did you really think


                                                                  i cared that much about you?
i didnt

you didnt mean anything

at all
y i k e s Apr 2014
and the young child

found out

the world wasn't desired
y i k e s Mar 2014
crew necks become v-necks
flare jeans become skinny jeans
skinny jeans become shorts


i don't get it

i either i dont care anymore
or i care too much
about being seen
by a pair of observing eyes
which i'm hoping
will be yours
i'm not sure how i really feel about this.
y i k e s Jan 2014
don't tell me, 'just talk to him!'
because it's not that easy
if it was

wouldn't i have done it already?
y i k e s Jun 2014
It's okay to think, friend.

but
                        don't trust yourself early in the morning.

When your thoughts are running rapidly in your mind
telling you that you're no better
than that bottle of pills in the cabinet, used to remedy a physical pain
                          
                         don't trust yourself early in the morning

When your thoughts are running rapidly in your mind
telling you that you won't be missed
that you're better off dead rather than a forgotten memory

                          don't trust yourself early in the morning

Instead, get a cold glass of water
blow your nose
take a deep breath
tuck yourself in your bed
and close your eyes
then let sleep take over you
I've had this idea for a while, don't quite like how it turned out though
y i k e s Jan 2016
You would think one would get used to it after a while

The constant movement,
up then down.
down then up

and yet, it's always such a shock when i hit the bottom
yet again
y i k e s Mar 2014
you just
dont seem
to understand
how i
feel anymore
first shot at a 10w poem
y i k e s Apr 2014
you're the worst kind of drug

and i want to you in every way possible

smoke, inhale, snort, injection

and i want to get

*addicted
y i k e s Dec 2014
sometimes,


the grass is dry on the other side
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 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
y i k e s Apr 2014
Children are gifted with candy from a strange bunny
though they are told not to accept candy from strangers.

Parents hide eggs along their yard for their kids to find
and the kids run along outside, digging, racing.

Food is cooked for a family meal
in honor of a all-knowing being
that's believed to be real.

It's Easter, dear.
Happy Easter!
and if you don't celebrate it, Happy Sunday!
y i k e s Mar 2014
heart and effort
****** into a collection of letters
that form a bunch of words
with hidden meanings

that only five sets of eyes end up seeing
y i k e s Mar 2014
i can sit here write another poem about how i feel
or i can open my eyes and notice that the world is real

there are trees outside, blowing in the wind
and there's curves to trip over, and fall, hurting your shin

there's grass to watch slowly grow
and there's dirt to ***

there's people to meet
and new friends to greet

there's people to watch fall in love
and there's winter to greet, by buying a new pair of gloves

there's an actual world to live in
and there's prizes to win

there's new things to master
and there's smiles that come after

everything is out there is real.
and your wounds will heal

smiles will grow, where frowns once lived
once everything is no longer hid.
y i k e s Jun 2014
because my muse is gone.
the back door was left wide open.

(i deleted the other lines because it seemed repetitive, i like this one better)
y i k e s Mar 2014
you are the sun on a hot summer's day

you are the clouds on a cold, rainy day

you are the first flower that blooms upon spring's arrival

you are the first tear that falls when a young adult gets into their dream college

you are the smile that grows along a child's face when they meet their hero

you are the first hit song from a breakthrough band

you are the first line of an inspirational speech

you are the first 'A' on someone's straight A report card

you are the quality of sound that comes from a brand new pair of headphones

you are the first star to shine at night

you are the first letter written with a brand new inkwell pen

you are the cheers of a teenager, when they finally get their permit

you are the sound of laughter

you are the sound of happiness

you are the blush that grows along my cheek, when you make an appearance

you are everything well in the world

and you are my dream.
y i k e s Mar 2014
your laugh
your smile
your eyes
your mind
your dumb jokes
your hair which is so odd, but fits you so well
your stubby fingers
your ***** sneakers
your raspy cough, caused by too much smoke in your lungs
your way of walking, which is leaning down towards the ground
your laugh, which cracks in and out
your weird way of making friends with everyone

your everything makes you absolutely perfect
and i'm almost sure that it makes me love you.
ha ha, men.
y i k e s Dec 2013
Every time i see your face
it sends sparks through my stomach
that triggers a smile to grow upon my lips
that makes my face turn an unknown shade of pink

it causes my toes to curl up in my socks
and my fingers to clench my phone
like im protecting it from flying away

my brain runs twice as fast
because all the molecules in my body are out of whack

just from seeing your face
frozen in time
gerard way uploaded another selfie im sorry
y i k e s Jun 2016
i can only write with a heart full of love,

eyes full of water,

and a stomach full of butterflies.
y i k e s Oct 2015
How much longer can a dead person pretend to live?
y i k e s Apr 2014
all i'm sure of is that

      i

                 wanna
                                                
                            
                                     get
                                                              
                                                        **better
inspired by i wanna get better by bleachers

link here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A81Z6hGjGJQ
y i k e s Apr 2014
i can't help it-


i'm falling in love


with you
y i k e s May 2014
far, far, far away
lies a house
with a fireplace
and an old rickety rocking chair

even farther away
lies a mountain
and behind that mountain is a box
with a lock on it

in that box
lies a small, battered bag
and in that bag
is every piece of joy
which you stole from me.
y i k e s Jan 2014
everything is too much
far too much for me.

there is
far too much expected of me
far too much to be done
far too little time

there's not enough time to live
and there is
far too many people to disappoint

oh, i just wanna die.
y i k e s Nov 2013
I handed in another book today.
Cover to cover, I read every word.
Putting the book down on the shelf, I felt myself getting rid of a world

A world that brought joy and tears to my eyes
A world where I connected to the protagonist.
A world that made me feel almost comfortable in my own skin for once.

I left the familiar world on the shelf and sat back in my seat, aching almost.
I shouldn't be this attached to a book.
y i k e s Dec 2015
"but you were doing just fine before I came here..."*
Your definition of fine and my definition of fine are very different
Thought of this at work, after being told you might leave
y i k e s Nov 2015
I love you,


but not enough to ask you first
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