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 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Andrew Durst
I'm another
textbook
definition
of what
the kids
shouldn't
be.

(10w)
-Andrew Durst.
(3/26/14)
Beautiful

Darling you are beautiful.
Not just ordinary-sort-of-beautiful either.
It's not for everyone to enjoy,
Tis not to everyone's taste,
But it is there:
Ineffable beauty.
And it begs to be loved.
I would do so gladly,
Tracing your face's outline
Like it is a piece of art work,
Or the full moon in the sky.
It is so specific. So very you:
Beauty like no other.
You can't see it sometimes
Because it hides behind your smile
And sits above your raised brows.
It likes to daydream at times
In the crooks of your curls,
And takes a nap on your nose.
As a master of disguise,
It plunges into your eyes,
And finds there warm sea water.
It is a little timid maybe,
But with a few kind thoughts
You could lure it out
Into your own
Observable universe.
Beauty comes from inside
It's a truly tragic thing
that some people
feel the need
to have their
skin cut by the
surgeon to release it.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!



Minimalist
Soul Survivor
(C) 2014
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Liam
I'm tired of beauty
incessantly meddling in my affairs

luring me to venture outside myself
revealing hidden radiance within

disguising life's dismal undercurrent
reducing it to a superficial veneer

randomly appearing by surprise
stubbornly eliciting a smile

performing alchemy on the mundane
dousing my awareness in the elixir of life

beauty...
the pulchritude of spirit...that's all it is...
I don't care if you're too old.
I don't care if we have opposing political views.
I don't care if you're religious and I'm not.
I don't care if you are dyslexic.
I don't care if you can't spell.
I don't care if you don't go to college.
I only care that you have a
beautiful heart.

I love you for that and many other positive things.
She is a double dare
Laughing like the air in the room was running low
Eyes like the open road
With hints of a sharp s turn ahead
She said sometimes you have to be spontaneous
She said why don't you?
Waiting in the dark trying to break through the blur of the squint
As faces passed by like mile markers
A hurricane of zebra print sorority crap
I didn't mind dry in the safe eye
Gasping in silence
Eyes closed tight
Nails on flesh
Screeching against the edge
Bedrock shifting in vibrations
As the world carried on outside
Careless but anything other than apathetic
Fire fighting off the inevitable dark
Beating drums
Peace against a chaos of war
And when it was all over
And sleep crept in
I woke up feeling renewed
More than a human being
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
amrutha
Once you know what heaven feels like,
It simply becomes the hardest thing
to survive between four walls
to survive among people
and eventually
die.
It was the
RIGHT
Thing to do
Why do I feel so

WRONG?

Soul Survivor
I just feel as though my heart is broken in a zillion places!
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