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Hales Mar 2016
Life is my poetry,
             and so I shall write it.
     Poetry is my art,
                    and so I shall paint it.
Hales Mar 2016
A giant figure passes her in the hall
he sends disguised smiles to everyone,

People see him as honest,
but she can see through his ruse..

His eyes even mask his intentions,
something no one but her could see through..

A delicate step was all it would take,
as she knew his past, present, and future..

She took her chance,
and as she gazed into his eyes,
she was looking through the windows to his soul..

Only to utter one word,
sealing his fate for life,

*P r i c k.
REPOSTED TO FIX ERRORS.

You thought this was a love story, right?
Hales Mar 2016
"Bandaids don't fix bullet holes"*


They may not fix bullet holes,

but that will never stop me from placing one over the hole you left me

after you shot me in the heart
Hales Mar 2016
We were perfect
If only for a moment

At first we collided,
only to fall apart.

Then we collided once more
our passion set ablaze by a simple word
you entertained my fire
and I, your ice

You were cold
I was hot

Together we were a disaster
in the worst of ways

You say my flames melted you, singed your core
But it feels more like your frost extinguished me, even worse than before
Hales Mar 2016
You were the ocean...
beautiful and mysterious
Absorbing the light.
You engulfed me,
in your salty waves..
Pulling me into your depths,
your beauty has became my mystery,
your mystery has bathed me in fright..
You take my breath away,
filling my lungs with your salty waters.
I'm choking on the salinity,
of the waters I once adored..
Seemingly the key to my demise
Leaving the luster of your mystery to be washed away
Your waves crashing down on me
engulfing me in fear,
whispering you threats into my ears
You claimed your waters will protect me
I never knew they'd have to protect me*
From you.
For beatrice,
You used to leave me breathless..
Now you are.
-Lemony Snickett
Hales Mar 2016
In November I met brown eyes
I was held captive in a gaze,
entrapped in a conversation
Stuck on every word,
intoxicated by every syllable

In December I fell for stupid lies
I believed every word that came out of his mouth
He spoke poetry to to me,
with a forked tongue
What I failed to realize
is that some of the most beautiful patterns
belong to snakes

In January I cried
I realized my mistakes invested in him
He never spoke poetry,
just silver lies
The beauty in the things he had told me,
rehearsed verses for the ones before me

In February I realized
Maybe things were not meant to be
Every snake deserves love,
but some can't find that without destroying others first

In March I decided*
That it was best to let go
Even if he did destroy me,
I know my heart was genuine.
Just for him.
Hales Mar 2016
The comfort of blissful ignorance....
The comfort of YOUR blissful ignorance...

*Has been no comfort to me
Ignorant ignorant ignorant.
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