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Bones Feb 2019
The king cannot function
Without his knowing queen
The queen cannot function
Without her knight in armor
The knight cannot function
Without his priest
And the priest cannot function
Without his king
Bones Feb 2019
Rivers of colors fading on a screen
Actors pretending to be things they’ll never see
Maps made of secrets inside their minds
Worlds made of people who have no sight
History that is mostly biased that we all believe  
Why are we pretending to be things we are not
If you say that you don’t pretend sometimes
B U L L S H I T
Sweetie
Didn’t mean to say that sorry
Bones Feb 2019
I’ll tell you a story, false or not
You decide, just don’t pretend
That you know what happened
In this false fairy land

There was a girl who was once innocent
Her hair was long, her dress white
Her eyes pure, her life light
A women stole her love and replaced her
Her father leaving her side forever
Her eyes turned dark, her life night
Her hair short, her hoodie black
There was a girl who was innocent

Her life changed from calm to vivid
As colors rushed around her brain
She wished for her old life back
But she would never be the same

Her walls faded to unknown hate
Her windows covered with dew
Her chocolate fields on pale porcelain
Making rivers flows down the mountains of red
As she swore to never love again

Her hate reduced to ice in her heart so broken
The torn red ***** was slowly turning blue
As the soft poison was tearing it in two
She was now clouded over ,no reason in sight

She made the ice into sculptures
Of words and ink
The black liquid poured onto stale white sheets
She wanted to inspire and show people life
She wished to learn love again
With all her unholy might
Bones Feb 2019
Flower basket in her hand
A daisy in her auburn hair
Her green eyes filled with sadness
As she sees her lover’s lips kiss another
Flower basket on the grass
Daisy on the floor
Eyes filled with fury
Not a lover anymore
Hands hitting pale face
Hair lashing in wind
Eyes crying salty tears
Head high, walks away
Years later in the old town
Hands holding umbrella
Daisies grow in April showers
Eyes filed with love and peace
Love now for someone else
Bones Feb 2019
A short story, of hate and love,
A story of despair and justice,
A story of untold fury and hope,
A story of life and death
A story we all have.
Bones Feb 2019
Burning light,
Through the night
Keep me warm and safe.
Though you burn me,
and I ought to run,
I will stay forever

Your skin is cold,
But your heart is warm
And beating fast
Fighting the shivers of the cold

The day arises, from the eastern coast
The sand of black hatred
Turning white
We have conquered the dark
And we shall live together
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