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 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Lying
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Roses are drooping
Violets are dead
Outside I’m happy
But life I still dread

My insides have rotted
But my outer is implying
That I am alright
Why am I always lying?
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Eyes as blue as the sky
Stare up into the heavens
Searching for the reason why
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
When Americans
Wear green “kiss me, I’m Irish” shirts
And pretend to be from Ireland
Not to mention
Children making contraptions
In order to capture tiny Irish men
And force him to lead them
To his *** of gold
At the end of a rainbow
Me and my mom we’re talking about this earlier. It really is quite funny if you think about it.
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Green-eyed girl,
Your eyes stare into mine
With such intensity
That I have to look away

Green-eyed girl,
You know how to make my heart break
But then you just as easily
Put it back together again

Green-eyed girl,
I know my love for you is eternal
But please tell me
Is yours?

Green-eyed girl,
Don’t leave me
Because then I could never stare into
Your deep green eyes
Ever again

And that would bring me down
Harder than you alone, ever could
I think this spans over many green-eyed girls, but there’s one in particular I’m thinking of whole writing this.
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
All stress wiped away
Beneath the beating sun

Laughs
Smiles
Popsicle parties
End of the school year games

T-shirts and short-shorts
Out in the field
Heave! **!
The girl’s team won!

Driving on the highway
Power songs blasting
Windows down
Time of our lives

These are all my favorite things
About summer
Now...

It just has to get here!
I really just want summer to get here already.
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Somewhere
Someone’s will to live
Has been lost
Left on a lonely park bench
Waiting for it’s owner
To come back
And retrieve it
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
In Unison
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Singing
Is always so much better

When I’m in unison
With you
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Trapped
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
You make me smile
You make me cry

You make me laugh
But then I die

You’re the closest person to me
Yet so far away

I think that I should just stay trapped
But soon I’ll surely pay
I don’t know if this is really about anyone in my life, the words just kind of came to me.
 Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
Deep within my soul
There are statues
Statues that define my life

Some are concrete
And some are just sand
But all of them are there for a reason

There’s one of me
At the very center
It’s not made of concrete yet,
Because I don’t know who I am
But I soon will

There’s a statue of my family
Made of concrete
Right at the very center

Then there’s a statue of my best friend
Also of concrete
Almost as close to the center as my family

There’s also my poetry
So near to my heart
It is made of wood
Strong, but breakable

Singing is also there
Concrete and proud
Singing frees me

These are my Soul Statues...

What are yours?
Write a poem about your Soul Statues! Also this was inspired by “His words, not mine [10w]” by Lu Lu.
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