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Tint Sep 2020
The drama queen
can I play,
the drama queen?
she who was left alone
with the revenge
that she had drawn
exaggerations in her sobs
and fairly lengthy roars
I wonder if I can act
like how the showbiz
wrote in facts

The dram queen
oh! let me play,
the drama queen
I think I can react
more than she does
I should must
be more emotionless
make an oversensitive rant
I too, can hold a gun
I can tie the ropes in lines
to surpass her is a job
the easiest form at that

So, will you let me
to just play the drama queen?
that person behind a mask
behind her angry glaring eyes
the vengeance that she had
against herself for all the odds
this imperfect scars surrounds
that she always drag around
the drama queen
who's been broken,
by the fact that
nobody cared enough.
Draft 14. It's been so long.
Tint Sep 2020
It sat upon a wooden piece
the cushion there is none
ate with silverware
but just bare hands
and tasted wine
of the lower class
a canopy is where it slept
in a blancket made of scrap

it shed a tear
thinking of why
the only rich it has
is a black device
that had the world
which has the love
and a million thoughts
of what could've

It wants to hide
beneath these scar
cursing the clouds
for being hatched
in a world in where
A star is bright
but it is just dust
and nothing much.
Just dust
Tint Aug 2020
Make me cry, my love
as you sing my fake name
in this neverending loop
of sadness we are in
but tho I still care for you
I just cannot do
what I would have done
when I was desperate too.

Let me find myself
for I felt so less
when you told me the things
I have never expected
that my worth was cut
into small pieces
and you made me feel like
I gave you too much care.

Tear me apart, my love
as you sink this dagger
with poisoned lights
and trip me with guilt
that I chose to give up
because I want to be
somebody for now
that I too want to be
feel more wanted now.

Goodbye, my love
I wrote to you, these poems
with all my passionate sense
and all these sadness
are singing for your name
please forgive me
for I am filled with despair
that I cannot even
want to hear your pain
Tint Aug 2020
I am mocked, harshly
seeped into the crevices
of this low life being
itchy, stings, and pain
tears kept running
mind is on the edge
soul left hanging
to be the betterment
of the body it was given
that don't deserve a friend
the universe has mocked me
and guiltily I wept
I won't.
Tint Aug 2020
Today is in 1950
the breeze is summer fume
sun scorced cooly and smooth
cicadas rung my ears with hoof
beside this maple trees I coved
my fountain pen and canvas book
called out the imagine that I hooked
in this small silver anklet by my foot
marking my heart, so lowly sewed

If I pioneered the 1950
today will be days of gold
we all will sit by the seaside
crying tears of joy, intertwined
no more hiding behind light shadows
to subtle the beauty of our form
patched roads be filled with laughter
and our lullabies of hope
all our hearts will heal, today in 1950
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