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Jenna Mar 2019
Crosses on the windows
Why must you divide the view?
The outside world is not divided into sections
It is instead, one giant pane

Being objectified by humanity
It's future ***** and unclear
People may be hired to clean you,
but the major issues are stained

Beyond recognition, so filthy
I wonder if we will ever
gaze upon a clean and open
window ever again
I hope we cure Earth in the near future.
Jenna Mar 2019
I wish this candle burned
like our passionate love
the flame and the scent
a combination of us

Flickering in the darkness
to remind us of our
ups and downs in life
the flowers in front
of our house, the everlasting
presence imprinted

No other candle could be
a better representation
Jenna Mar 2019
Everyone wears white shoes
What's wrong with black?
With black, nothing stains
Strong in color, fierce in stride

While white is too easily
Stained by whatever touches it
Treading, becoming ***** who
swore they were pure to heart

Some people do care
to step into the dark
puddle, the puddle that
ripples in concealed rage
Jenna Mar 2019
Nothing dries faster,
then black ink filled
with regretful words
Jenna Mar 2019
Faces painted all around
but they made no sound
Seeking glass eyes found;
Open book kept bound
Jenna Mar 2019
Mysterious person in my dream
your appearance is quite extreme

You feel like a dark, wretched theme
its enough to make me wanna scream
Jenna Mar 2019
I could have stopped him,
but I knew he would die
So I left,
Leaving behind the ashes
of flaking memories and
emotions of my friend
Never truly understanding,
why the will to die was so strong
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