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  Feb 2015 Audrey
A P Taylor
For most, death dark as night
As compare visions, flowers bright
Death brings maze, confusion imbue
Unsettling when grief raw, all can view

As we dislike being reminded
Of this time primal, while blinded
Reaction, pain, anger seem resigned
Instead I view death, a companion beside

As simple as falling leaf swept
Or seed floating, for winds to direct
For replacing fear, loneliness and strife
Recognition of death gives freedom in life
Audrey Feb 2015
I am dizzy
                                                          ­                 Dizzy from despair
                                  *I am tired

Tired of despair
                                                         ­  I cry

I am full
                                                           ­                Full of loneliness
                                  I am sick
Sick of loneliness
                                                      ­     I cry

I look happy
                        But really
                                           I am not
                                                           I cry
  Feb 2015 Audrey
lauren holmes
What if you realized our demons were more alike than you thought? the things you hated most about yourself were in me as well. would you still love me then?
  Feb 2015 Audrey
Forgotten Heart
I saw you
then
I adored you
then
I loved you
then
I missed you
then
I yearned for you
And now
I'm scared
because
I feel like
I'm starting
to hate you
:'(
Audrey Feb 2015
Society defines beauty as perfection, but
I am here to submit a correction
This newly improved definition states:
Beauty is found in the thing that deviates
Deviates from the code that is implied, not written
The code that is followed, even by children

Real beauty is sometimes hidden
Look for the thing that's a little bit different
The thing that breaks society's norm
The one that takes the path unworn
Like the crazy color of your hair
Or the freckles you have everywhere

We each have something unique and wonderful
Which makes every one of us truly individual
Not one person is a copy of another
Yet in one word I could define us together:
*beautiful
I absolutely hate when society tells young girls they have to wear makeup, or that boys have to have a perfectly sculpted body to be "hot"

The other day, my six year old cousin told me that she hates herself because she's "fat"... SHE IS NOT. She only said it because she hears her mom call herself fat all the time.

IS THIS WHAT WE'RE TEACHING OUR CHILDREN?

Rant over. Thank you for reading ♥
Audrey Feb 2015
Happiness is a lie
Everyone is sad inside
Maybe you don't realize, but
Even you are sad inside

Your demons may crawl down to hide
And in that moment, you are fine
You might even crack a smile
But demons are demons and after a while
They come back to make you cry

And cry you will, because
Everyone is sad inside
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