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kid: dad whats a 69

dad: well son, a 69 is when two people who love each other very much get together with a 6 and a 9 and a 5 6 7 8 [spotlight turns on] [dad breaks into jazz number]

26 March 17 “Switch”

I have seen the change in both of us, we’ve changed a lot in this time

The force became stronger and I fled, carried by the waves, listen to the bells chime

2 months ago, as close as could be

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Now carried away on the wings of fate

If we were different, it could’ve been great

From the beginning completely polarized

Oh but I could see the stars in your eyes

I never figured it would turn out like this

She doesn’t want to dance anymore, do you Ms.?

Pushing away, but the attraction is undeniable

Her mind was so beautiful, her actions, regrettable

Her body too, I see in my dreams, what could it mean?

I still think about the way she was and what she will be

She was completely different when she begged for me

Exactly what I wished for hit me like a truck

It’s a little too late to save either of us, all out of luck

Fuck, why am I dreaming about this now

How did we get along so well before? How?

I remember showers together and the hot running water

All it took was one weekend and a bad phone call for her

To not mean as much to me anymore

I hated when we would scream at each other, caught in a war

Our words like bullets, her lips like medicine

Maybe my decision was for the best

#Ria

26 March 17 “It Would Be Me”

Sometimes I don’t feel that special

I know I crave attention

Maybe someday it’ll change

I guess for now I should be happy with where I’m at

I have a feeling that I’ll be the one who makes them cry

I’ll continue down this path

To hopefully figure out if it will lead me to a golden road

Because for now, it is just dirt

Unpaved, desecrated still

I want to do more, I am utterly bored

Early Sunday morning and I’m alone

I have this void I need to fill

Who figured

It would be me

26 March 17 “Attention”

I’m not scared, I’m not afraid, I have other things that require my attention

Things like leaves falling from the trees and little bees

I don’t need or want to focus on something my heart desires

When all it does is burn us and set fires

Maybe I’d like it more if it was a bit easier

Nothing comes for free, though, there’s always a catch

The chase is fun, don’t get me wrong

But I’m all out of stamina baby

I know you can’t handle a lot

I know you’re stressed out

I’m here if you want to talk, but I know you don’t

Suit yourself, if I can’t catch you

You’ll have to catch me

25 March 17 “Untitled”

Descending upon me are delightful, delicate petals, falling to their doom Depending on the weather, the flowers could decay or bloom I’m so bored in here, stuck inside my room I’m trying to decide whether or not to lose all my feathers I’d rather walk than fly, there’s more to this world than meets the eye I would have hard soles and delicate wings Guiding tortured souls away from the troubles they bring The beauty of nature comes out from the spring As I walk past the sunflowers they sing Little melodies of joy and happiness, swaying back and forth to the beat Struggling to survive, the flowers are the victor if they can bear the heat On the contrary, I have seen green and mean violent things Derived from the spring Sitting on my throne, I am king, or am I just a puppet? Who controls me? Full of knowledge, my mind, I will stuff it

24 March 17 “Colder”

Slowly but painfully drifting away

Lonely and disdainfully, the sailor looks at the bay

Achieving all his hopes and dreams, but what has he left behind?

Surceasing all breathing, his pathetic tropes tossed aside, hands trace his pant seams, he can't see, is he blind?

The earth makes him sick but the waves rock him to sleep as the moon sings him a lullaby

Tonight is the birth of an idea, he has no sense of time because his clock is shattered, he waves goodbye to all he left

Cloaked in the Sea’s fine mist

Reflecting, he is happy, there is nothing he missed

Troublesome thoughts travel in his mind, tremendous terrors traverse the tranquil waters surrounding him

In his vessel, he is safe from all that ails him

Carried by his mighty muscles and his calm attitude

He's pretty strong, and a chill dude

There is much about himself that he admires

The crew he had has left him, even the ones he hired

A master of one he is not, he chose to master all

The scorching sun is supremely hot, the wispy wind blows, he loses his wings for a faster fall

The earth beneath, hell above

Is it worth the grief? It will soon tell, his Destiny fits like a glove

As lost as an illusion, stumbling as if he had no eyes

The cost was his confusion, the darkness had has made him even wiser

A forgotten king, a once profound ruler

The resounding ring reminds him of his contract, he is bound to ice, cold air getting cooler

Maybe there was something he missed, the vibrant grass right before the rampart

To this day, he wields a silver fist and bears a brass heart

23 March 17 “Conglomeration”

Losing track of it

Like a derailed train, it’s lost

What did I do then?

Yesterday felt like a dream

Off the clouds, the sun gleamed

A warm and easy sunset put the day to rest

And I joined it, my best just wasn’t enough

The lethargic giant ended his reign

How much of this could I possibly sustain?

Stressing my mind and my body

I hear the pain audibly

I’m not happy or proud

Increasing in volume, it’s getting loud

I don’t even know what I do in the evenings

But whatever it was, I lost my bodily pains

And my

Because I missed yesterday, I must catch up on my poetic endeavors

I sacrificed the time I had to write for something bigger

The time I held within my hands I have dropped

Gone forever, can’t look back on it either, it’s now long gone

If I lie to myself I’ll eventually believe it

I’d like to believe I’m alone here but there’s a bigger presence than you’d think

Maybe I’m just crazy, but that’s okay too

Because either way, my poetry has lots of firewood to burn

I gave my day away yesterday

What did I give it to?

The green beast is what I fed it to

Is it a beast or is it my pet? Is it my pet or am I It’s pet?

What if It is eating me?

Is it too late? Probably not

It’s never too late

Don’t tell yourself that

Some things you just have to accept

21 March 17 “開始還是結局?”

I don’t know where to start

I don’t know where it’ll end

His hands tremble, he reflects on his magnificent art

In the sunset, many vibrant colors blend

He knows she doesn’t love him like he loves her

Maybe he just is lost at sea, reflecting on what they once were

He keeps asking, over and over, he’s a broken record

Broken for sure, how much of the world has he actually explored?

Like music notes, his mood goes up and down

Sometimes smiling, sometimes bearing a from

Oh how he loves her, she would never know

It’s true what he says, he truly loves her so

A taste of love, he has already acquired

Every aspect of her, he admired

Just watching me fall, into the unseen ubiquitous underwater

He’s killing himself, maybe wasting his time, he’ll never have her

He has hope, he has faith, but with silence, it shall disappear

His feet grounded, but his head in the atmosphere

Her love is what he lacks

All of his love she can have if she would just say it back

#raveyn

21 March 17 “我們”

What an early hour, like a flower blooming

High up in a tower, the music I play is booming

But not a flower, a tree

Leaf her alone, she is bushed

Beautiful celestial bodies as far as I can see

The shallow water is rising, now it is up to my knee

Up to my neck, soon it will be

Flooding and fading

Water or life, water and life

The sharper the knife the shorter my life

No more life to give, all to the knife

A beautiful and thrilling (tragic) poem we are creating

What is it saying? Secret and slithering, like a snake it is striking

Thunderclouds thrash about, the electricity in the air, afraid of lightning?

Never afraid only brave

Admire the beauty

Before it fades

Will it ever leave? Like moths upon my sleeve

It eats away, the shirt slowly starts to decay

She will always leave, for she can never stay

Just one more day, the boy starts to pray

A fading beauty, she denies

Into the night tears fill his eyes, then he cries

For a lost love, or a love that never was?

One that he seeks, he wishes to keep

She’s as quick as air, a divine smile, and radiant hair

Since she is the wind, maybe he can never hold her

He wants her, every day growing bolder

The frigid air is getting colder

A light touch arrives on his shoulder

As pretty as can be

The leaves fall off the trees

He wipes off the tears, looks up, and sees

A sight he must analyze carefully

Should he be joyous or should he be gloomy?

My, this empty house sure is roomy

Would you mind if I took a step inside? He says

To which she replies “I don’t have anything to add”

He used to be sad, but now he is glad

He soars through the sky, like a kite in the air

He finds his bliss inside her care

But be aware, that girl has more to her than she looks

The boy, steps back, saving pages in his book from being torn

A curiosity is born

You can’t stay for long she says, it is an oath she has sworn

So he stays for a while, maybe a summer or two

Her company is what protects him from being blue

Blue as the sea, mighty is he

But is he really?

Fragile and timid, made of glass

He wields a silver fist and a heart of brass

Is an axe swinging maiden really his best bet?

He is sure, he is set, her lace around his neck

Out of air, he is gasping, he’s infinitesimal, just a speck

And she is the moon, brilliant and beaming

Pulling and pushing the waves, and he is dreaming

Flooding and fading

To the moon, the boy is serenading

@raveraveraveyn

#raveyn

21 March 17 “Whabam bitch a poem”

Dallon Weekes is amazing

Brendon Urie is better

Ryan Ross is the best

And I'm the bestest

Don't forget Spencer

And Jon Walker too

Kenny got lost

And Dan

Well

Dan is Dan

And I don't have a damn thing to say about him

Blank paper

Tomorrow is the 22nd

And the MCRmy is sure to cry

For it has now been four years

Since the death of MY cHEmical ROmance

@raveraveraveyn

#raveyn

March 21, 2017 “perhaps”

Perhaps the reason you feel insane

Is because two moons can never be one in the same

The back and forth is something to smirk at

But perhaps a bleeding heart is not

Will I ever learn?

The same mistakes over and over

I think not

Another day, another day gone

Waiting waiting always waiting

For what exactly?

I know not

Maybe for my life to start

I had a plan I swear

“Should've known right from the start you can't predict the end”

Perhaps I need some black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes

So everything will go according to plan

Am I cancer?

God I hope not

Everything has(d?) a point

A point on a map of time

a disaster

Or maybe nothing

Half thoughts are my specialty

Maybe the chase

Is death chasing us?

@raveraveraveyn

#raveyn

21 March 17 “Catch Me”

Struggling to stand to his feet, the boy looks around in confusion

What a peculiar way to greet someone, I don’t know if that’s the solution

I can’t think straight tonight, I’m trying to do my best

But my best isn’t impressive, I’m filled with fright, pin a badge of uncertainty on my chest

I have no homework but I’m still stressing, these dwindling weeks scare me

My palms are already sweating, maybe I would do it, dare me?

A little distraught, can’t absorb this information I’m being taught

It seems like a lot, maybe I’m over exaggerating

I can’t stop now, no more procrastinating

Maybe she’s right, maybe I’m just a boy who can’t decide

I just want to go hide, this anxiety is tearing me up from the inside

Outside, the moon glows and the stars show

Something that maybe I wouldn’t have seen before

How long will it go? I don’t really know anymore

Mixed emotions and magic potions

Time tangled like locks of golden hair

I am ensnared by her simple stare

I’m caught up on her, but she’s not caught up on me

Is it the truth? I’m not sure, I think I know her

It really has been a blur, the time passes like magma

It’s slow, oh but it does burn

When will I learn

To stop asking for such farfetched ideas

The touch I am lacking, Mama Mia (!)

It doesn’t matter I can write alone in solitude

Maybe me asking was quite rude

Ranting to this blank page, I’m in a mood

Like a book, easily read

My cheeks, they blush so easily, bright red

Not so easily for her, it’s easier said than done

Don’t you know how I’ve fallen for you hun?

You’re the moon, am I the sun?

Maybe I’m just a passerby, someone who fell

Would you catch me? I can’t tell

Would the moon ever fall in love with me? Is she already?

Not that I can see, I just have to wait patiently

I don’t think I’ve gotten used to silence

Sit quietly and listen for the sirens

The ringing bells, a fresh bakery filled with delightful smells

If I had pennies I would make a wish in a well

I don’t like to think that things have changed that much

It’s a silly thing to dream of such

Hey you don't have to if you don't want to

I know our styles are different, but I just wanted to create a poem with you

I feel embarrassed, sitting cold on this terrace

I feel naked here and you just jumped in out of nowhere

I just solved my megaminx and looked up and here you are

Maybe the star I wished on wasn’t so far

Is it your heart that bleeds? Or is it mine?

The stars, oh how brightly they shine

You drive me crazy Rae

And I love it, there is so much I would like to say

I can’t say it now, maybe I’ll wait for another day

#raveyn

20 March 17 “下雨”

The fragile earth stings against his calloused hands

In his alone time, he types away and makes his poems grand

His wavering voice sings songs of the wind

Against a wall, he is pinned

This poor boy has gotten himself in a deep pit

Will he ever climb out?

Silver 3 and still 0 LP

Not very good, you see

Maybe that’s not what I’m worried about

A lack of water? Not that kind of drought

Still, with many, he is faced with the same issue

Pale faced and sweaty, does he still miss you?

Nails painted, a dance if you would let me

A box holds his heart, but he has lost the key

Maybe, just maybe, he vents to this journal of his creation

Hoping to find answers within himself, this is the declaration

Of how he truly feels, of what he sees

When he’s on his knees

He’s not begging please

Floating in a boat on the seas

In the sky above is stars, the likes you’ve never seen

Can you hear the bells? Your hearing must be keen

Wicked and wretched, tantalizing and tenacious

Dazed and damned, greatly gracious

Yet still yearning for a simple sound

One hello could make his whole world go round

Rocking back and forth, the waves form

Shocking, zap, stay away from the storm

Gloomy and a tad bit drained

His favorite pants, torn, and his favorite shirt, stained

A picture with words, like Van Gogh he is painting

It’s still pouring, it hasn’t stopped raining

#20/3/17

19 March 17 “Why?”

Currently seeking my desires

Sifting through darkness

Everything is burning down, who set all these fires?

Oh it was definitely me, I seem to be holding the igniter

Losing these connections makes me feel a little bit lighter

It fills me with joy to know she’d still take a dance

Take my hand, take a spin, let us dance on these words

A lonely ballerina for my lonely poet

The direction this path will lead, I do not know it

I don’t want her to leave, not like the rest

I’m an open book, with my heart on my chest

A cutie like her possibly couldn’t break it

Well, I’m now off to write more and get lit

#19/3/17

18 March 17 “Echoes”

My fancy words and pretty sentences

Bounce off the walls like birds and hollow promises

The echoes drown out the future

Destiny’s fishing rod and lure

Delving deep to discover drowned memories

Bustling and busy, once found they buzz like bees

Hidden quietly within the trees, lost, but now can be seen

Stuck in place, rooted by these leaves of green

Admiring the scenery, remembering the past

Oh how time has gone by so fast

Timid, twitching and trembling

Rapid resonance reveals rushing rivers resembling

Melancholy melodies and siren songs

Truly terrifying, twisted tormentors remind me of my wrongs

But also the gorgeous gilded gardens I’ve spent tending

The wispy and wordy, lengthy and nerdy literary arts I am blending

My mischievous, meddling mind

What an odd way to unwind

18 March 17 “Who?”

A deep “who” bellows from the pit of an owl

We haven’t talked in a month, pretty girl

The silence is louder than that of a pesky fowl

Diving deep to find the Ocean’s treasure, the most beautiful pearl

The tranquil breeze makes my long locks unwind

Too many people to think about, too little time

Oh, how the magnificent bells chimed

Being this good at all these things just has to be a crime

It’s about the end of the break for me

My throat isn't sore anymore

It’s spring, my little sapling has now become a blossoming apricot tree

To me, these lazy days could never be a bore

17 March 17 “Drop”

Will they ever notice?

Are they that clever?

As we talk my heart races

The time we spend is valuable to me

I would be heartbroken for it to go away

I say my goal is in a higher Elo

But really my goal is just to be

With you

I don't think you’ll find this

You’re not as clever as me

I do believe that my thoughts travel here

Not the Ether

My heart pours out like drops of water

Slowly but surely I am draining

The longer it goes on, you burn from my blood

The rain drops fall into the mud

The mud splatters, red, crimson, maroon

Hoping it will all resolve itself soon…

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