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Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars
At least they weren't wounds anymore
Just memories of a girl who lived there before

Side to side; crooked
As if done carelessly
I knew her movements weren't careless
They were precise

Dancing
Boy, could she dance
Pretending her thoughts were light
Like the skirt flowing out around her

Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars
Because she knew she needed to heal
Blue, the color of the skies,
Blue, the color of the ocean,
Blue, the color of tranquility,
Blue, the color of creativity,
Oh, infinite Blue, I was looking for you
Oh, infinite Blue, where are you when i need you
Oh, infinite Blue, color my white canvas
Oh, infinite Blue, to keep away my black heart
That's why I love you, my colored pen Blue
I always loved a bit of blue in my life, whenever a little green, I pick up my pen and start moving it
You're such a pain in the ***
But everybody loves - you - don't understand
You thankless *******
You'll never see
Why do you want to be free?
Is all this love smothering you?
Ah, great expectations!
Wes, every time I look into your eyes
I know what failure looks like
Maybe it's my own reflection
It is a mirror
When you wanna cry me a river
These days you won't
You hold it in
I say - don't!
If you won't let it out
Someday this flood will drown you
But will you listen? Oh no.
(Oh, no no no no no)
He'll answer all our prayers
He's omnipresent
Ah, great expectations
Lemme show you religion
It might help
If no, at least you will know
That they are pretending
But will you listen? Oh no.
(oh, no no no no no)
There is nothing you don't know!
Here comes the end
Or the start ?
The beautiful journey
That's still barred!
Across the faces
That i walk
Mesmerise me
"What for"?
Insane it is
Or a start?
That time has brought
Still not passI
I wondered for so long
Wandering on the road of thought
To figure out the right direction
When actually I understand my intention
As clouds drift away,
so does my heart.
 Oct 2017 Crystal Freda
halsey
Dreams come alive
When I think of you.
jack-frost blue on snow white
circles of grey around midnight black
against the velvet night sky
the silent constellations
i fell
and fell
and fell

i bathed in your irises
but my feet couldn't reach the bottom
and when i tried to surface
the air was frigid
slicing my consciousness into ribbons
i took a breath
the chill seeped in
first it was my toes
then my legs
my stomach
my fingers
my arms
my chest

then you blinked
the ice fractured
and i
i shattered from the inside
out
i don't know. i had one of my moods again. haven't had one in a long time. it was not a good feeling.
~~<@>~~

The tears of a rose
Will soak and stain
They're from her heart
They're stored up rain

They come from heaven
To flow down thorns
They sing in screams
From her lips torn

They can be acid
To burn the bloom
They can be crystal
Reflecting moons

The rose will open
In dead of night
The tears from petals
Refract the light

They cascade down
Drop from the leaves
For her soul
She sits and grieves

For her soul
The drops fall down
They feed her roots
Under the ground

They bring her back
The legend goes
There's healing in

Tears of a rose


SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/3/2017
I was talking to a friend this evening. Praying with her. She just endured a tremendous life setback. Said she couldn't stop crying. This metaphor came to my mind. This poem is for my dear friend. It is my sincerest hope that it brings healing.

I'm really sorry i haven't been reading. I have excellent reasons, of which some of you are aware. I just don't want you to think that I don't care. I do. I just have a lot on my plate. Thanks for understanding.

♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡
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