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Good morning to late hours of afternoon Stretching to morning light I grin to morning air Clean and clear I cleanse my mind of brown hair And hazel eyes Long fingers curling through mine The smoke of sleep clears and I untangle you from me Picking out the pieces of insanity Until I am whole And you are unseen Morning always brings light moods and emotions But goodnight to late hours of dark Parting is such sweet sorrow Until tomorrow Or more accurately, never again Tears of fire shine in freckles Across the black cheeks of midnight's sky The one lone eyes of the moon Stares down on me in wonder Questioning the good feelings of that morning I stare back And frown at season's critical gaze
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC
Noon
Butterfly eyes Watch my life from the inside Catching glimpses of my world Through my open mouth and open ears They rest in my stomach Fluttering to life whenever he comes by So I smile And cut their wings to stumps Laughing as each on squirms it's way through my chest And out my lashes Tingling the strangest of places It makes me twitch this way and that way Planning for the next day What to wear Where to go What to say But every night As a lay in cool rain and large t-shirts Their wings regrow They do forevermore And it hurts my veins Because I shouldn't feel this way But I will But I do And I did
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Butterfly Eyes
It's raining today Rain rain go away Come again another day The children sing their childhood songs, leaning against the window pane Smelling the water hit the ground in patters and calming splashes So we turn the lights out and watch as the lightening flashes across gray skies And as they all become entranced with God's light I sneak out the door and watch the rain from my porch Taking deep breathes and hesitantly dipping my toes in to cool open air Feeling the tiny kisses of drops hitting my skin Glowing for seconds at a time where all the places become damp So I step outside of my clothing Folding them into neat individual piles and I begin to run And skip Dive into the asphalt of an empty street The Heaven's skies crying their purifying tears upon my body And I laugh My pupils going wide As the endorphin rush of a lifetime grows bigger and bigger with every sin cleansed from my soul Breaking away the ever stubborn demons of my mind I collapse into an out of mind existence, letting each puddle cover my **** pleasure And as the rain rises The rain rises and washes into my lungs Silently pinning me to ground And choking me until I can breathe no more And as I drown Rain rain go away Come again another day
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
He Bumped His Head, A Couldn't Get Up In The Morning
Inspiration alone helps me breathe Sending it's fingertips of expression down into my heart And it feels so **** good to touch the whisper of creation Knowing in not your mind, but your very soul That something beautiful is about to be made Seconds away from a new line of prose Nothing ever created before by anyone, anywhere, anyhow Every word can be emphasized exactly how you want it Every syllable sounded and smoothed into simple letters, quietly bringing together Such desires of impossibility Wishes formed from satisfied lips Of better days and worse times Depicting the truth through careful slants and slopes That's the best part of inspiration Meaning of the truest, and only you can know I take comfort in the solitude of inner peace And I grin to the sky, my eyes going hazy with this crazy world The haze is written away by my fragile emotions Shattering with every touch of pencil to paper
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Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
Today, You Inspired Me
Her once upon a time stared with her walls tumbling down As she slowly dragged herself from the wreckage She glanced around and her sight was unclear Her eyes caked with the grime and rock of a destroyed tower But it wasn't really a tower It was a cardboard cut out Painted with greys and reds and golds And her eyes were really faltered with false declarations of forever The left overs of too much dress up and too much pretend Thrown down upon her as if to pin her to the Earth and never let a single breath slip through her lips She got to her feet and walked through every scrape of pain that had caused her internal bleeding She walked through every rock thrown to her, unable to be caught, just leaving various colors of bruises instead She began a journey to find somewhere better And even as her heart began to clear and the dirt was washed from her eyes by the salt of her tears She never once looked back on the damage that had been done to her happily ever after
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Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
Life's Fairytale
I want to be a princess To walk in miles of silent gardens Each flower blooming brilliance in my wake Each bird screeching songs of joyfulness as I pass Each forest creature following my path, nudging me with gentle noses and tails I want to be swathed in the simplest of gowns So simple, that each golden curve of design makes it more beautiful than any extravagant ball gown The slope of the neck and the light pleats of the skirt Trailing careful sparks of magic from the places the fabric and my skin brush Everyone will gasp at my beauty The soft glow of my skin so humble Each curl of every golden lock catches the sunshine, even on cloudy days And my eyes They shall be the bluest in the land But I keep the tips of my lashes lowered upon my blushed cheeks for anyone who gazes too long Is entranced by the soft waves crashing on a white shore I want to only be troubled by my mother's tightness and my father's naivety I want to be stubborn, to turn away every suitor stumbling in my path I want to lose my toys and such in the garden and upon looking for them I want to come across a toad And the toad will hold out my toy in the palm of his slimy hand He will say Princess! In return for this act of kindness, I only ask you of one boon! I will kneel in the softest, greenest of grasses and ask What boon may I grant you, dear toad? The he shall ask for a kiss and in the glory of this act, his insignificant body shall be changed into a prince I want to hesitate before I kiss the dripping lips of the toad Because hesitation will turn to magnificence as Prince Charming appears and says I told you so
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Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 2:25 AM UTC
The Princess and The Toad
I want to be a princess To walk in miles of silent gardens Each flower blooming brilliance in my wake Each bird screeching songs of joyfulness as I pass Each forest creature following my path, nudging me with gentle noses and tails I want to be swathed in the simplest of gowns So simple, that each golden curve of design makes it more beautiful than any extravagant ball gown The slope of the neck and the light pleats of the skirt Trailing careful sparks of magic from the places the fabric and my skin brush Everyone will gasp at my beauty The soft glow of my skin so humble Each curl of every golden lock catches the sunshine, even on cloudy days And my eyes They shall be the bluest in the land But I keep the tips of my lashes lowered upon my blushed cheeks for anyone who gazes too long Is entranced by the soft waves crashing on a white shore I want to only be troubled by my mother's tightness and my father's naivety I want to be stubborn, to turn away every suitor stumbling in my path I want to lose my toys and such in the garden and upon looking for them I want to come across a toad And the toad will hold out my toy in the palm of his slimy hand He will say Princess! In return for this act of kindness, I only ask you of one boon! I will kneel in the softest, greenest of grasses and ask What boon may I grant you, dear toad? The he shall ask for a kiss and in the glory of this act, his insignificant body shall be changed into a prince I want to hesitate before I kiss the dripping lips of the toad Because hesitation will turn to magnificence as Prince Charming appears and says I told you so
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