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Air.
Earth.
Home.
Laundry soap.
Thin aura of cleaning supplies.
Faint stench of the fancy life.
Of a higher power.
Of a higher division in the levels of Society.
Distant expenses of cologne and purfume.
But mostly the aura of cleaning supplies.
I have miles and miles of skin.
Untouched
I have miles and miles of skin.
Begging to be loved,
Some of it
has been marred
With hungry hands and bruising grips.
Some has been stitched together
With a cool demeanour and practised fingers.
Parts bare scars of a desperate girl-
Looking for a way to feel something
All of it is wholly mine

- this body is my home and I have let many people decorate it because I thought they would stay.
She had to rethink
It started with a wink
Those pleasures
Bestowed upon her
And roses of pink
Gazing up to take full measure
Knowing the sky can change if she blinked
Swirly clouds of dust
With lavender hue magnified
To an orange glow by eventide
if she does not go inside
She’ll see a shooting star that’s not that high
It will be found
Coming down low to the ground
Glowing stony rock of wonder
One that Makes her stop and ponder
Those farm flowers
She remembered
She waits
Blossoms and pine
Were the bait
Charms that she never thought
Would turn to hate
With quartz rock
That held its weight
That sky
That spring date
And Love
That shared the same fate
TAKE ME TO A PLACE
A PLACE SO VIVID
WHERE TIME STANDS STILL
WHERE YOU FEEL YOUR SPIRITS LIFTED  

I BELIEVE IN A PLACE
SOME CALL FAR FETCHED
ITS LOCATION WELL KNOWN
ITS LOCATION WELL SKETCHED

YOU KNOW THE PLACE
YOU'VE SEEN IT IN A DREAM
WHERE ENERGY FLOWS FREELY
FLOWS GENTLEY LIKE A STREAM

IN THE MORNING YOU WAKE
FEELING NEW AND MORE LOVING
YOU SMILE AT THE SKY
KNOWING YOUR NEW LIFE IS COMING

TAKE NOTE OF THAT FEELING
AS YOU KNOW THEY'RE RARELY SEEN
REMEMBER THAT YOUR LIFES REAL
ITS BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS
 Sep 2018 The Guardian
Just Alex
A daemon
It stalks in the night
It fills me fright
Blocks out the light

Its dark in appearance
Claws and teeth showing
Denies my calm cleareance
As my anxiety keep growing

To stop my ambition
It gives me visions
Of loss and defeat
Yet strong I stand
For losing I can't
My life depending on it

Yet stoic it stands
The glare on its eyes
Inmutable
His desire to destroy
All that gives me joy
Inmovable

And no angels will come
No champion wielding sword
This fight is my own
By my side no companion
Alone I sally forth
As another option there is not

But I won´t lay in the mud
****** and bruised but not beaten
So open the maws of hell
His minions spew forth
I will not be defeated...
Something a little different I find, I think this could use more work but I´m satisfied with how it ended up, I find it easier to work upon a completed poem that it is to make one, so hopefully this will be way better than it is when I first wrote it. Regadless of all that hope you fine folk like it!
 Sep 2018 The Guardian
Cherry
As girls dream, you'd think you'd meet your perfect boy somewhere between heaven and earth or probably just at a social gathering.
He'd be the boy under the spotlight shining brighter than sun itself or the one your friends would interduce you to each-other as the perfect fit and soon a love so easy at first sight would sparkle between your souls like you're really made for each other, for a sec it'd make you think you're celebrating NYE but this time the sparkles and the butterflies in your stomach are everlasting cause he is real and everything you could ever want.

But maybe you aren't attending the party and you will never notice the guy under the spotlight cause you never  believed that it'd be so easy and always thought  butterflies are overrated  and sparkles way too magical and you would rather settle for temporary lust and not never ending love.
The most profound words
Throughout history
To me:
And maybe to you:
"Forgive them, Father
They know not what they do"
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