We walk on the sand

Along th rocky coast

Where we belong

Forever in a moment

Regrets, they’re simply forgotten

Pain doesn’t seem to exist

The salty air subdues

Everything we feel

Time is slow

For once, it gives us a break

From its constant pushing

And its reign tyranny

Today, time doesn’t own

I am not directly affected

Until the sad end

Of the walk along the beach

—M. S.

Ribbon refrain

I think that you are beautiful.
I love sunsets and the full moon,
but I’d rather watch you,
I would rather watch you.

I think that you are magical
I can feel the emptiness in the air
where you’re supposed to be,
where you are supposed to be.

Nonsense

Is non-sensical

Logically

Though it is not logical

Good is good

no doubt, generally

Bad is bad

but not always

Never is not never

Because it is easily

confused with seldom

Or rarely

And always is impossible

Because we don’t

Always breathe

Once we all die

Though logic

Isn’t always logical

As a soldier

Is not always brave

As a judge

Has no right

To judge

Without evidence

— Mackenzie Smedmor

I live infinitly

Under a rule of tyrany

Promises for the better

Written upon a paper letter

A short list of names

For everyone, it’s the same

Maybe a child along the way

Before I reach the grave

Where I’ll eternally lay

Fractioning right, fonctionning effectively

That’s all that should matter to me

Alas, I feel

Or else, I wouldn’t be real.

—Mackenzie S.

Every time I see you,

my blood pressure rises.

Every time I see you,

it’s like a million surprises.

Every time I see you,

I put you deep in my mind.

Every time I see you,

I make more time.

Every time I see you,

you drive me crazy.

Every time I see you,

I wish you were mine.

Every time i see you,

I feel better.

Every time I see you,

I melt like butter.

Every time I see you,

I don’t want to go.

Every time I see you,

I wonder if you know.

Every time I see you,

I wait for the time.

Every time I see you,

just forget it, will you be mine..?

22 roundabouts (Desert Poems)
This book is the second volume of the author’s collection of Desert Poems that were all written in the desert.22 roundabouts is a story narrated in the medium of poetry.  A young man’s infatuation towards a girl leads him to ponder of his trip to the roundabouts of Hamad Town, a city in northern Bahrain.

Третий за этот год.

ВДНХ. Окружная. Пруд.

Зелено.

В квартире двухлетний ребенок.

Мне легче.

Возрождать себя из пеленок.

Балкон. Не так уж красив.

Хорошо, что рядом ночной магазин.

Хорошо, что кровать, наконец, не скрипит. 

Новые двери. Новые пути.

Рядом другие люди.

Скоро станут близкими.

Я на новом месте. 

Привыкаю довольно быстро.

Утром - новые тексты.

Ночью

Еду на грузовом лифте.

i can’t and will not forget it all, the things we did, the way i would fall, and hopefully later i can grow, and give you something better to show, that i truely tried, after all we’ve cried, and in time i will prove that a man with a heart so true, will keep on keeping on just to fight for you, no matter the distance, no matter the ride, i will crawl on my knees to be by your side, my love is strong and will stay this way, for i know how i feel day after day, this will be the longest time you will be gone, but i will prove that you’re the one, captivating at the least your eyes beauty i feast, skin so soft, so delicate i touch, your lust that calls is just to much, ever so perfect just so divine, i will make my way to once again call you mine, this i say is very true, i must say, i love you..

-Tyler Heidecker