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  Mar 2016 Bailey
Kvothe
Tony
was an attorney,
torn between his morals.
He could close cases cleanly,
no matter
the quarrel.
But his impeccable
character
creates a dilemma;
Tony always noticed,
as he sat down for dinner,
defeat,
nepotism,
ignorance abound.
Astounded that injustice
was easily found.
As label managers
drugged
and *****,
judges
excused it,
by calling it
fate.
Men lording it over
with promotions in their pants,
while Trump's on TV,
with his bigoted rants.
Tony feared
for the future,
mutual destruction was near.
In fact it's
probably probable
it happens this year.
He wanted
to vent pent up feelings,
so he
refused the judge's
shady dealings.
He lost cases
but not cause,
won activist's applause.
For the rights of the ignored,
he'd draw attention to the laws,
that were
unfair or
unjust.
With his heart and his soul,
Tony
won our
trust.
It's a ****** up world.
We need a Tony or two.
Bailey Mar 2016
people don't like me
I make noises when I walk
but move when I talk
  Mar 2016 Bailey
timeless
Nature loves symmetry
Letters of the
Temple,Masjid and church are same
Geeta,Quran and Bible are the same
even Life and Dead have the same.
Hate and Love have the same
Anger and Happy have the same.
Right and Wrong have the same.
Cry and Joy have the same.
Rich and Poor have the same
Fail and Pass have the same.
Negative and Positive have the same.
Even the opposite loves the "Symmetry"
      then why not Human being?
symmetry.
Bailey Mar 2016
I'm not sleeping
Though I will be soon
And it's true you left a little wound
But even though your words are true
I'm still thinking about you too

When I pass by your house
Or see Colby in the halls
Or when I'm writing random crap that
Only you and I would get
On the bathroom stalls

I miss you,  you know?
And I would've said hi
But you seemed so upset
So I left  it at goodbye

To answer your question
I'm okay
No, we broke up
It's been sixteen days

So glad to hear from you
To know it's not the end
So glad to know
That you're still my friend.
Bailey Mar 2016
Since I was very young, I had a colorful mind.
Shapes, numbers, letters, sounds, memories
have colors
and personalities.
Triangle, 4, 7, and C are all light green,
9 is an evil wizard who turns numbers into 1 less that they want to be, while 10 is the good wizard who will make any little number a teen.
Yada yada.
My mom would say,
"Don't do it like that, just--just do the math!"
And I would say,
"Okay"
but the stories would replay in my head
still replay in my head.
"Mom, do you remember that wedding we went to?"
"Yes"
"That's orange now"
"Hmm?"
"It's been a while, so the memory turned orange"
"Ahhh, that's nice honey".
I grew up trying to figure out what I was
an alien?
an angel?
a monster?
just weird?
I now know that I have
S-Y-N-E-S-T-H-E-S-I-A
that's
black yellow yellow orange black brown red orange black white red
or
0 - - 3 0  10 8 3 0 1 8
something I have never shared before, and learned only a few months ago
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