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i was a good girl, only speaking when spoken to
honest and forgiving, tried to keep my words true
and kept promises and secrets, no time for lies
but there was always more than meets the eye
i was quiet, a little shy
never questioning, asking why
just doing what i thought i should
being all i felt i could
because i wanted to believe
that true friends don't leave
and that people were good at heart
i tried to be funny, tried to be smart
tried to be what i thought was wanted
but on the insides i just felt haunted
lonely and lost, always drifting
and the world beneath me was shifting
a change was coming, it was coming soon
i saw it in the stars, felt it in the moon
and the rain fell down
and covered this town
in ashes and despair
i was the only one there
i walked away, burning bright
like a fire against the night
and i knew that i really matter
that i wouldn't break or shatter
that the world was mine, i make it my own
my life, my family, my friends and home
i'm not the girl i used to be
she's long gone, a memory
i'm stronger and better
than i ever was
 May 2017 amorev writes
August
She rubs the night onto her eyes
In her dish sized eyes, tiny moons shine

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you know you want her
But all you can do is revolve around her

She grinds up meteors, hoping for a ****
Her coffee *** is filled with Saturn smoke

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you lay awake and think about her
But all you can do is revolve around her

Inside her chest, a black hole sits
Aurora borealis pours out her fingertips

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you can't stand the longing for her
But all you can do is revolve around her

The stars form her body, her face, her hips
Kissing space directly on the lips

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
You are a million aeons away from her
And all you can do is revolve around her
 May 2017 amorev writes
JL
Here she come
Don't catch eyes
She's a jaguar in disguise

Back on my feet
Money in my pocket
The apparatus
Of social status
He buys drinks for the girls all night
And he goes home alone and over

She's peered down dark Chicago alleys
She's driving and planting her garden
Sunday afternoons-so hot touching in
The parking lot.

Blue skies Cloudless
She. Is in my passenger sest
Her bare feet beneath her in her seat

I swear a kiss I'd long in order
Patient lips
Patient trigger finger
Ive thrown up the poison
The definition of her hair up
And a neck
Sunglasses dark
Blue veined
Blowing kiss bullets
In the rain

She's dancing to the radio
She's playing
Shaking like a fool
A gun to my head /I don't twitch
Looking into the eyes
Lisyening. Waiting
 May 2017 amorev writes
KP
Faint
 May 2017 amorev writes
KP
So young, so wasted

Exhilerated by laughter

And the light in others’ eyes

Her fuel, her joy, her reason

Their actions, her life’s muse

So enthralled by the atmosphere, no time for petty tasks

Never ventures, for her mind fills the gaps

Just a whim, a fun game to pass the days

Life

Continues, doesn’t wait for her to catch it

So she plays away the phases

Until she’s in a daze of craziness

So she runs

To a different side of the same state

Can’t escape the destiny she didn’t conjure

Can’t catch the one she dreamt

Just a dream, nothing left but the memory of what was never known

Trapped in solitude, confinement

Never able to find. Ever searching

Until that day she is sure to come

Every space, emptiness, jumble crashes together

It’s just perfect

The pattern, fit as plug

Closed indefinitely

Continues the game she played

Except

At last without anticipation

Warmth.
 May 2017 amorev writes
Anon C
Everyone knows that she's not like others
She's an outcast in this cold broken place
Suppressing her true self til' it smothers
As she walks around here and hides her face

She wants to fit in, be able to gleam
And be a part of every single crowd
But she can't, she holds it in til' she screams
And above her head there's always a shroud

Sadly, she walks through the halls, her head down
Others watching her with a sinful sneer
She turns away and wishes she could drown
All that stops her from coming out is fear

What would they do if she held her head high
She'll never know, she just lets them pass by
Dedicated to all those who feel so alone due to the cruelty of others.  Especially in high school.
She is sleek , a little battered
scar across her back
but in her silver dress
whoa, never had a girl like that
long legs propel her fast
in any direction I turn her head
She lets me press her buttons
she lets me turn her on
just one flick and she'll be roaring
or one twist and she sits
motionless

When she breaks down
I pick her up, fix her up
god bless
She's hot in summer
frigid in winter and
always in that dress
She soothes me when I'm stressed
blares out my worries when
I've got them on my chest

She yells out songs at
the top of her gravelly voice
or she whispers lullabies
it's my choice
loud, quite, she doesn't care
I could be rich, or broke
she'd still take me anywhere

I've cried in her arms
I've loved in her lap
I even let her wear
my favorite baseball cap
and see my feet
Once she kept me warm
during my sleep
watched my eyes shifting
underneath my lids
If she lasts long enough
someday she could hold my,
my kids
© Daniel Magner 2012
 May 2017 amorev writes
Chloe
The girl standing in the corner, all alone,
Wearing the face kept in a jar by the door,
Cries silently in the night when she's at home,
And nobody's there to see her fall to the floor.

Do you see the pink lines peeking out,
Under thick layers of cotton, in the hot summer day?
Do you hear the sound of her heart,
Cracking, shattering, with every insult she takes?

I don't think you do, I honestly don't,
From the way you stare with scornful eyes,
To the acid that drips from you lips,
I can tell that you don't know what your words can do.
I read so much poetry i've started to think in rhymes,
then I start to wonder if i'm good enough to write a few lines.

Always thinking in words that'll get me some kind of verse.
Something that sounds not too predictable and hopefully not rehearsed.

I wonder if it in my head is as good as it is written down.
And if out loud it doesn't sound too profound.

I want to create something that has a hook.
Something that makes you take a second look.

It'll be simple but deep from the heart.
Some one will read it and say "that's fine art".

— The End —