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I discard the duck That the other boys weren’t playing with. Global warming is the sunshine like a foster child’s Loss of accountability at the antique shop. Cents make dollars and arbitration makes little to do Of what their mother’s wouldn’t feed them for lunch. I discard my credit at the abortion clinic. They’ve all had a laugh of the nails that protrude from The panels of my mother’s cabinetry. And ‘Oh, what jubilee!’ It states, dying. Laying tread as I tread through decaying weeds And withered branches. Skipping stones through the vaults of my father’s detainment; A mausoleum m

A bit of prose? They argue, bleary. A sea of color; was the theory, But I, me, mine & why so leery? A fool I am, to argue black. I’ve heard their views, I’ll take their cues, Alas this body shan’t bemuse, This book I bought, & what’s the news? As I look down: an empty sack. They clench the cusp of freeform claque. What a fool I am, to argue black! While they employ the use of tactic, A fool, I am, for words climactic, A stubborn mule for sounds didactic, A fool I am; to argue black! Their device: So lush & lavish, But seldom I, to rip & ravish, Yet ripping rings, beg to establish.. A fool, I am, to argue black! As

An air of sentiment floats through her breath; the remnants of a disjointed nostalgia – instant ardor. Eons egress. A broken gun shoots a stream of oblong odium. A great magnet in the sky quips of infidelity. Onyx in a crystalline vase yields a black bouquet of clastic cabal. Votive engagement deafens as clickety-claque down a staircase of magenta denotes: De-ja-vu. Dogmatic in its endearing to time & nary does a wager of rice dictate the worth of a Magnum Opus. Shutters of blue & green shuffle past a missing dyslexic confuddlery. DaVinci was to Picasso as Jesus was to a message written in the sands of a Plutonian shore. A tip

Crashing white waves keep me awake at night. The storm winds cry out and my soul wails in response. It has been so long since I last saw the salty water. So locked up in this tall tower I drown myself in tears just to remember what it tastes like. The moon still pulls me to the window just as she pulls the tides. Oh, I would give up this love, this life, just to be free. The music of the sea calls my name with caressing whispers. So I watch the stars fall to the waters and wish I were them Oh if only I were home. There, with my powers I would call up a storm and destroy this prison in the sky so it could never steal the oceans treasure ag

There are cobwebs in her lungs And silence in her mind Dandelions are the only thing that can grow in her heart and with a whisper she blows and makes a wish The seeds float off lost in the emptiness in hopes of tickling her sleeping soul

One at a time Dropping    down       the         drain Each smiling face Slowly dissolving   They didn't make me happy anyway

Feet together, Thighs apart, how i mend my broken heart. Breakfast skipped, and dinner comes up, pretending i don't give a fuck. So cold, so big, water water, another swig. Can't sleep at night, can't face the day, why won't ana go away? Crying into bloody wrists, Thinspo on my wall. Pretty. Skinny. Tall. But here i am again. Here, my only friend. Here, i face my silent end. Thank you for trying. I'm sorry. I tried. I'm sorry. I lied.

A masquerade of notes. The stars shot down by the dew. Darling, they came for you. The dance spilled in, because spilling out is too cliché. The lilies had thorns, and the roses flirted with the attendees. The moon rose to the ceiling, highlighting your silhouette, as you danced to your death. They never saw it coming. Your combustible tragedy littered the floor. You never felt so alive; With your lips in the punch, your torso at the tables, and your feet still dancing away. Talk about a party crasher.

Twisted words Fibs Fathomless lies masquerading as security A call made Questions asked The mask tossed aside and sweet whispers become a tornado trapping a little girl within frightened and stunned by the sudden wind She can do nothing as her life falls apart      I'm scared.

So stressed that i say a lot of hurtful words. I do a lot of hurtful things. I always feel no shame in what i do. I could care less about a lot of problems. What you see through open doors, is not how it always is when the door is closed. I don't feel like myself when i'm in this state. I want to give up everything and live a different life. Where no one can find me. Where i can only hurt myself. I know he doesn't mean any harm, by doing things wrong, But i can't stand him, i hate him, i want him gone. How many more times will i cry for the pain that i feel? I can't stand it,I'm going numb. My heart burns, it doesn't ache. No one knows how i