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“Without music, life would be a mistake.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via neckkiss)

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“You see,
That’s where you left me,
But that’s not where you’ll find me again;
There’s no use in going back,
I don’t exist there anymore.”
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“Where You Left Me;”
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Herman Reinstein, from Poetry; “Infinitives,” originally published c. April 1924

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I understand that I’ve been extremely inactive on here. It’s not that I’ve stopped writing, I’ve just found that the things that come in and out of my head are fragments rather than full pieces, and also that my audience on here isn’t what it used to be, which is okay.

If you’re reading this and would like to keep up with my craft and the things going on inside my head, you can follow my writing Instagram instead, as I’ll be much more active on there, posting things new and old. Link is below!

Best wishes and a happy new year to everyone ✨

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I’ll pick the scabs Off my ankles From the heels That I wore On that night When we went To see my friend Play a show In the city I was drunk And didn’t care About the pain Didn’t notice All the blood I was high Off your smile And your hand On my waist As we stood And we swayed To the noise That came From the speakers Loud and clear I never thought I’d be here But there I was Now here I am And I wonder How it all Slipped out From underneath Me and these Bloody heels

“House of Blues, Dallas;” September 23, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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“I write in the rain, turn beautiful night into pain. I turn life into a frightening game. I don’t have love in me, it’s just ice in my veins.”

— Vinnie Paz (via noisiaz)

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I don’t care for your prose or your poetic thoughts anymore; All apologies accepted, forgiveness granted, But not for anyone’s sake but mine. You took this heart of mine, led it to a dark place, And you murdered it in cold blood, At a point-blank distance; You’re a stone-cold killer, at best. And I’m left gasping for air, Picking up these pieces Of a shattered heart that no longer belongs to me, And you? You just walk away from it all, Untouched, unscathed; As if nothing ever happened in the first place.

“Stone-Cold;” March 28, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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“I feel you coursing through my veins In the dark parts of the night and in the middle of the day. These thoughts of you cloud my brain; What if we’re just one in the same? Two sides of a single coin; a twin flame. I knew before you even told me your name; I’m more than willing to play this game. We’ve been together in these past lives; Though the ending’s never the same twice, I hope this life we’re in will suffice; Let’s find out how the story ends this time.“

“Gemini; part two;” February 9, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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I breathe you in, You fill my lungs; I hold my breath To keep you in my chest. Exhale, And now you’re gone, And the emptiness sets in again.

“Just Keep Breathing;” April 9, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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My head is stuck between billowing daydreams in cursive writing And the intrusiveness of self-doubt and anxiety. Together, they create a war zone; A toxic mess of bliss and regret Inside of a space too small for its own good. It seems as though there’s never enough time To tell my heart to keep beating Or my lungs to keep breathing; That the empty space in my chest could be filled If only my brain could decide to be at peace with itself.

“The War Inside My Head”; March 29, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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I want you to sit in the passenger seat of my life. I want to drive down the back streets of my hometown at 3am with the windows down, blasting the songs we used to listen to when we were young and sad. I want to take you to the valley and lay on the roof of my car and look up at the trillions of stars we’d be able to see without the city light washing it out. I want to go running through empty parking lots in the northern downpour with you. I want to fill pages and pages and pages with thoughts and notes and words about you. I want to take you to all of my favorite places and create new memories there to replace the old memories that burn a hole in my head. I want to know you like the back of my hand. I want to know what it’s like in the home inside your head. I want to sit in the passenger seat of your life.

“Passenger Seat”; February 7, 2018 By Mehlika Eski

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You can’t hide the look In those hazel green eyes from me; It’s all too familiar, Because I’ve seen it in the mirror Staring back at me. I look at you, And it feels like I’ve known you For a lifetime, at least; But you came into my life Out of the blue. The feeling of your hand Grasping tightly around my shoulder Feels more like home Than the four walls I live within; Have I grown older? My head on your chest; The sound of your voice resonates deep. In these crowded rooms, There’s never enough time; But I’m yours to keep.

“Kennedy”; October 20, 2017 By Mehlika Marie

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My love for you is evergreen, Much taller than the trees; Much deeper than the oceans, As far as the eye can see. My love for you is so sincere, More than just birds and bees; For you, I know, I’d travel far, Over mountains, across seas. My love for you is more than true, As pure as it can be; And when you feel oh-so blue, I hope you think of me. My love for you won’t hesitate, My feelings will never leave; And though you might not know it yet, Maybe one day you shall see That my love for you is evergreen, Much taller than the trees; And my love for you is here to stay, If only you loved me.

“Evergreen”; January 30, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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I’ve come to realize that sometimes it’s just easier for me to pull my thoughts out of my ass and make them into some poetic prose rather than to actually sit down and create a piece of writing that is itself poetic.

I feel as though my brain has been failing in the creativity department lately.

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Sometimes it’s easy to remember the feel of your dark curls beneath my finger tips, And how your hair was softer on some days and coarser on others. Your hands were always so rough and calloused, But I never paid attention to that because they fit in between mine so perfectly. You learned all of my favorite songs on your guitar So you could play along And I could sing them for you. The color of your eyes changed from blue to green depending on the light, Depending on your mood. I remember the days we would spend together, Driving around through the back streets of our hometown, Screaming along to every song we knew. And all the nights we spent awake in your parent’s basement, Doing things we knew we shouldn’t be doing. But now your voice haunts me in my dreams, And the looks you give me are cold and lifeless, And small talk doesn’t even exist across the plain between me and you, And this has always been a big pill to swallow, But recently it’s been a bit more bitter And a little less sweet.

“A Bitter Pill”; January 22, 2018 By Mehlika Marie

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He knows what he means to me; I’ve never seen brown eyes That penetrate my thoughts like his, Even from across the country. He comes to me in dreams; In songs from our youth, In sweet memories of Late-night kisses on school buses And warm drinks from red mugs. The only thing I imagined in my future, Was you from the start; And I was right, Because there you are, Looking up at the same stars Only from two thousand miles away Instead of home. Your voice transcends both time and space; It takes me back to a simpler time Every time I hear it; And when I look at you, I am home, And I’m reminded of the remedy That is bliss.

“Remedy”; October 20, 2017 By Mehlika Marie

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Pressed flowers in the ghost; Let's make a toast tonight To all the chances that we missed, To all the lovers that we kissed, Once upon a time, When time was real, And you made me feel Alive. “Jaded”; June 18, 2017 By Mehlika Marie