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  Sep 2014 Jinxx
Victoria Jasmine
I learn more about the importance of guarding my heart every time I open it. I am far too naive and hopeful, I love too easily and I am too quick to believe things people say to me. I see the best in people and even though I allow myself to see people’s true colors, I become blind to how dark the shades get. I am the grand optimist, because I lay on the dirt in the dark where people leave me and all I can look at is the stars. I am tired of being used to fill a void, because I am whole. I am a full moon, and every man I encounter is my phase; slowly, piece by piece I disappear, until I enclose entirely into the shadows. Today is another new moon.
© Victoria Jasmine
  Sep 2014 Jinxx
Kelly Rose
Rarely do I see myself...
As only the broken, damaged
     pieces seem to draw my attention

Is it any wonder that you
     take my breath away
You accept my
     broken, damaged pieces
And that is a wonder

But the greatest gift
     the greatest wonder
You have ever given me
     is looking at me in such a way
That now I too can see the
     pieces of me that are whole

Now I too know that
     I am more than the sum
     of those poor broken, damaged pieces

My only hope
     is that I return the gift
09/20/2014
Jinxx Sep 2014
my mind is lost
my heart is lost
my sight is lost /
my soul id lost
come find me
i wonder alone searching dor you
you font seem to care
your soul diminishes without a trace
yourw a shell of what you used to be
i search for you
but you dont seeem to want to be found
excuse the typos i cant see
Jinxx Sep 2014
My heart beats fast
My head throbs
I stare forever searching
The inky world fills my vision
Nightmares when I close my eyes
Screams in the night
I look hard
I really do
For just a glimpse of him
My head aches from the looking
But I know it'll never work
I succumb to the black
I finally except the fact that I'm blind
For him. He knows who he is
Jinxx Sep 2014
1,2,3
One after the other they spread
The possible names filling my head
Unmarked graves from after the war
The possibilities making my heart soar
4,5,6
How many people are buried you think?
The ground unfoot so soft that you sink
Piles of dirt, dying grass, and elm trees
Filled with soldiers who've traveled across the seas
7,8,9
The clouds cover the sky over head
My feet start to drag, heavy as lead
I march on forward as the clouds grow darker
Not a single grave has a marker
10,11,12
A figure looms in the distance
I pick up the pace and match his stance
"It's time?" I asked
The figure nodded, The grimreaper unmasked
13,14,15*
A new unmarked grave is found
They don't dare disturb the ground
My body lies inside, killed by the hand of death
I guess that's what happens when a guy plays with meath
*16,17,18...
Jinxx Sep 2014
There is absolutely
No one in this world
That can say that you can't.
Only you can set that limitation
-Andy Biersack, BlackVeilBrides
Jinxx Sep 2014
Roses are red,
That much is true,
Violets are purple,
Not f*cking blue,
BVB soldiers,
Are more than just fans,
We are a family,
And if you ever,
Hurt one of the guys,
We promise we'll find you,
And that you'll die
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