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remediate

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pomposity

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shallow

decorat­ed
celebrated

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illuminate

fantastic
bombastic

gratefu­l
plateful

humble
bumble

idealistic
unrealistic

jocund
fecund
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knowing
growing

lush
plush

mellow
cello

noted
quoted

ocean
m­otion

pacify
rectify

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notable

realize
visualize

savor­
flavor

tawny
fawny

union
communion

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allow

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atypi­cal

xenial
genial

younger
hunger

zany
brainy

He told me
My scars made me stronger
My scars made me beautiful
But he was wrong

The minute he realized
Just how deep the cuts ran-
Piercing through my skin
and bleeding out parts of my soul-
He turned the other way
And never looked back
Not once
...
And he left me thinking
How he was one of the good ones...
And if he couldn't love all of me
How would anyone ever
Love me for my scars?
...
How would anyone ever
Love me at all?
...

I know why the caged bird sings.

It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.

It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.

He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.

He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.

He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.

He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.

He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.

The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.

I know why the caged bird sings.

Every day, I bring her a flower.
Sometimes, more than one.

And if she asked me, I'd surely bring her
every flower under the Sun.

Every day, she makes me smile
and I always try and do the same.

But it's not hard when it comes to me ...
I need only hear her name.

Every day, I rejoice
just knowing that she is mine.

And every day that this gets older,
it ages just like a wine.

Every day is better than the last.
Every night, impossible to describe.

She is like an addiction I relish in ...
from which I'll forever imbibe.

Every day, I stare at her
just as the sun comes through our window.

Like watching an Angel, asleep beside me,
the greatest joy that I'll ever know.

Every day, feels like a dream.
Sometimes ... I fear I'll wake up.

And if this dream were some potion ...
I'd never set down that cup.

Every day, I love to hold her ...
feeling her breathe while standing by my side.

To have her look up, while in my arms
like being swept away with a tide.

Every day ... the greatest day.
The greatest I've ever known.

Every day ... the greatest love.
The greatest I've ever been shown.

only at night
under a pale full moon
when dancing for desires great throws  the ocean is tilting
my heart quakes a grey tone  ambience
full throttle down to my toes
and I know in my brains heart
it's time to let go
but I hold on to pleasures
cause it's all I've ever known.  
what pointless existence
is begging me live
when all I have
nothing
is left to give
and dreams of sinners
torture my soul still
I'm waking in mornings
to try to live longer
then thoughts that are seeping
into my mind
are ripping a part
all of my freshly bleached blinds
and I tried to keep the sun out
I tried to hold the rays back
hide from that moon when she beckons me home
but the oceans still tilting
threaten pulling me in
the thoughts constantly seeping wearing me thin.

I had a dream you were still touching me.
it was different though now you were ******* me.
And I wanted out and I wanted away
the bathrooms were filthy
And I wasn't okay
And I couldn't wake up
And I wanted to die.
You wouldn't leave me alone
And I couldn't. Figure out why.
I'm older in the dream
But I'm weak around you
and your face is different.
But it's you.
And you couldn't have me
if it was up to me.
No I would cut my belly wide
I would open it , see inside
and I would bleed until
I died
And that's what I did.