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April Mar 2014
Its so daunting
To have eyes lock on your own
Your natural color,
your natural being
shown under bright lights
Some stars shine
others seem to fade
Some enlarge
others shrink
When the light is cast downward
Do you shine or do you shrink?
April Mar 2014
Where are you Madeleine?
Fiery red eyes
Giant torso wrapped in gauze
Horns jade green
We sit upon the shoulders
Why are you gone Madeleine?
Eyes leak no tears
Torso grumbles, blocked by the heavy material
Horns camouflage all we have
We count the minutes that pass by
Will I ever see you again my sister Madeleine?
Poem written in french class
April Mar 2014
I write in circles
happiness in the start
by the middle my words are a bore
why do you even read my poems
why do you care?
now were at the end
and tears are in your eyes
You quiver
you sniffle,
are my words
are my thoughts
the devil?
seconds pass
smiles
you say that was beautiful
what did I miss?
How could you be happy about this?
this actually might ****, but.. im gonna post it anyway.
April Mar 2014
Simple things
laughing, smiling, hugging
captured her focus
so sharp
so ready
she didn’t miss a thing

but silence
the weight to her shoulders
the fog to her vision
ripped her thoughts to shreds

scattered all over
she realized
what really was missing
what she really needed was
*him
April Mar 2014
Don’t cover your face sweetheart
I want to see your pretty eyes
don’t look away
I want to paint a picture of you in my mind
don’t tense up
I want to scale the ups and downs of your skin till I find the gold you’ve been hiding
don’t deny a thing, baby doll*
I want you to understand, you’re worth more than you think
3 am poetry
April Mar 2014
She asked me if I had a tattoo
I told her
Yes, my tattoo marks upon my chest
stretched long and wide it resembles all my pride
what pride she asked
I said
my lungs are breathing
my blood is pumping
what more could I ask for
I did not include
that my tattoo long and wide has stitches all around
Every night
it burns my flesh
its spews the shakes' like a mini earthquake
By morning
I pick up the rubble
and curse the day I added this sentimental devil
April Mar 2014
why can't I be happy
why can't I laugh
why can't I try
why can't I cry
I'll tell you the reasons
I'll tell you every hit I took
I'll tell you every step I took
but I won't tell you
why
if you care
find the answers behind my vacant eyes
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