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Without death there would be no such thing as life.. they need eachother like night and day.. why fear anything? Fear is only a limit you place upon yourself.. open your mind and let everything in, you will not be harmed.. good and evil is like a relationship of two who make something completely different when they are a whole.. it is the start to the key to opening the door to the understanding of everything.. yet is made to scare those who are too dumb founded to let go and dance on that edge..
 Mar 2016 Sarah Nielle
R Wayne
My mind was metal trapped,
on a midnight melted hour.
Standing softly on my guard,
I had fallen from my tower.
I tumbled and I tolled,
in my heart for a time,
then watched the world come crashing,
come flowering in rhyme.
 Mar 2016 Sarah Nielle
Pixievic
A Mothers Voice
The first that you hear kisses your tears and soothes your fears
A Lovers Voice
Who's whispers of *** entice and perplex your body's reflex
An Awesome Voice
That shouts out loud stands up and is proud not lost in the crowd
A Powerful Voice
One that rallies and fights without losing sight asserting its rights
A Survivors Voice**
Riddled with pain no longer in chains her monsters slain
A Warriors Voice
Strong and controlled without being told breaks free of the mold

This is My Voice

All the above
Warm like a glove
And full of love

(C) Pixievic
Happy International Women's Day!!
Got my
Skin cut
From the
Sharpness
Of your
Words.

- { E.I }
You didn't
Ever trust
Me but
Did you
Trust her?

{E.I}
Born into a world of innocence
Sifting through colors of bright.
The hazy mirage of a yellow beam
Beating softly down upon new-born skin.
Peer over the picket fence at nearby strangers
Sharing lives of baby blue paradise wrapped in freedom.
Commune with those of shared land and ideas and interests
Bearing similar corporeal, external forms of lightened complexion.
But inside, holds an unspecified, weighted form of soul
To burden and contort the body with potent strength
Pulling convulsed limbs to the polluted soil
Red tormenting glare of familiarity
Stripping with each lash of fire
Weathered skin on the sunset
Charred, buried as the night
Falls upon every measure
Every idea, every fantasy
Every revelation of love
As bones are tugged
Towards the white
Core of the Earth
And you wake up.
Inspired by Don Hertzfeldt's 'It's Such a Beautiful Day'
 Mar 2015 Sarah Nielle
Sarah
XO
 Mar 2015 Sarah Nielle
Sarah
XO
I'm a swirl
of crimson
paint
a lipstick
smear
a curling,
twisting,
writhing
sedated print
in hues
of violet-red

I'm in love,
my darling
and I want to
write
X's,
O's,
on every
empty surface
who will give me
just a moment to tell
them of my
love...

weave a stamp
of my kiss,
my crooked
thumbprint
on every lonely
facade
where you have
felt alone
and scared
and like love was
not designed for you.
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