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Gaze into your garden of a deep brown eye
I  leave my universe.
You never see the radiation of beauty on you,
Yet you are so big and full of life.
I see roses, daffodils, growing inside you.
Only one eye do I see gradation of colors have changed.
Beautiful, you are.
The gardener forgot to water you, your seeds never grew, sunlight was hidden,
you never knew the danger.
You were a dead garden never grown. Nonexistence
I ask you to let me take care of the garden.
I'll water you every day,
place you in a spot of sunshine,
tenderly listen to every thing a garden can say.
Everyone will know you exist
Your flowers will grow once more,
and they'll never stop.
****** me ,
out of the womb
painful visual images.

put me to sleep
on a quiet night
in my nice coffin
I waited for

until my eyes were open.
I'm scared, scared, that my purpose in life is to smoke cigarettes at 5 am.
I'm scared, scared, very scared. That my purpose dwelled on life is to only be a product sold.
but seemingly
If I already had a toxic mouth
and rotten lungs from the air I have taken in from the breath that was sold already by a consumer.

Then, I have no reason to listen to everyone who says I will die from this.
Screamed in the morning, wailing in the afternoon
shriek at night.

Each up toned voice, I will recite "I miss you."
A voice spoken, a slit vocalization

visualized
I miss you.

dejected from the synonyms
no words miserable, muted.
I should be asleep,
but that's only when my eyes feast on images and sounds in my head from memories.
I am awake, and I'll regret it in the morning
you are too much on my mind to sleep,

goodnight.
This made no sense wow sorry for horrible poetry bye
I once was told when I was younger
that life isn't fair,
that I was ugly,
dumb
that no one in this ******* world could be stupid enough to love me.
That I am just in a mere sense of state, of happiness, that I didn't deserve that, I shouldn't get this.

but I didn't believe.

I am now older, and I believe it all, but now that I believe it,
people tell me, that those are just negative thoughts, obscene gestures over ones self.
However older now, and more aware, why is it you tell me they are negative thoughts when older, but younger you tell me it is trust, truth, honesty.

Why is it, that if I tell
a friend,
adult,
teacher,
consoler,
that these are the thoughts that are in my mind constantly days after days, why is it that I am told, I am the crazy one, I am the depressed one, I am the one that should be put in a mental hospital, that I need the medication,  Why am I that one?

I am now in this mindset, I am now stuck with gestures of myself.
But if you point a finger at me,
merely I suggest you read over your lips again.
 Sep 2013 Wynterz Phyer
Elise
You know it's bad when she
doesn't leave your thoughts,
not even for a single second,
with every breath you take,
with every beat of your heart,
with every blink of your eye,
with every twitch of your lip,

not once does she leave your mind.

No matter how hard you try,
you can't seem to fight,
no punch,
no kick,
no bite,
no sleep,

can free you from her solid grip.

But still, it's worth every second of it.

— The End —