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I'm dreaming again
I kissed you and you kissed me
We both felt the aftertaste
Of coffee in our mouths
Fix Me?
Can
You
Just maybe
But
I'm insane
I think...
Sometimes

Brain
Fill my
Thoughts
Backward

I'm really trying
Just bare with me
Please
So easily
Breaks
My heart

Trust issues
I have
I know...
Confusing
Been so
Has always
You
About
**Everything
I sound like Yoda, Huh?
Try reading it bottom to top (left to right), the way it was originally written. :)
I'm sorry for being me
when you needed someone else.
To many people, and to myself.
 Oct 2014 idyllicrainydays
Ash
How do I restart
To those perfect days?
Deception: an art
That leaves me to gaze

Yet I will depart
From all these dismays
So I'll have my heart
Away from this *haze
I refuse to write you a love story
by myself because
we must write it
**together.
love you lost is but the
#life you found. it's a
#sad thing you had to feel this
#pain. just let the
#depression roll deep and the
#poetry become even deeper.
#death will find us all but
#hope will find us faster.
#you are never
#lost if you follow your
#heart.
#poems are the map for the wondering.
#hate
#me for the love I took from you and
#hurt me by shooting down my
#moon. but know that
#happiness will return with
#time. You will never be
#alone, if let this be the
#suicide of your despair.
seeing the trending tags concerned me that people write about such negative things. I decided to turn it around.
 Apr 2014 idyllicrainydays
Kacie
You’re like that cup of coffee,
At six in the morning,
Before a long day begins.
You keep me going,
For a few hours,
And then at night,
I crash.
As the sun sets in the east,
Distant thoughts are underlying.
The clocks that hang on barren walls
Are turning back in time.

Our past has been rewritten.
No more anticipating the future world.
The day has now come for us
To see the past unfurl.

So we take out pen and paper
Writing down all that we see
Promising ourselves we'll never tell
Of what is soon to be

But every thing that we see
Can take a different route.
A leaf fallen from the wrong tree
Can change what comes about.

And if that leaf hits water
That just happens to float upstream,
Be careful of the where a bouts
Or somewhere in between.

So future, past, or present.
Take your pick. It's all the same.
We have no control
Over the way to play the game.
Collaboration with Mike Hauser.

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