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Beatrix Grey May 2014
I saw a gold horde of men
They numbered one thousand ten
I did ask them why
I am meant to die
But they never would say when
Beatrix Grey Apr 2014
I watched your affection turn to ash
It bust to flame in your eyes
Smoke sliding through your expression
Dilated pupils and teary lashes
Melding with the rain

Water slithered through the cracks
Across your granite hands
Droplets pooling in the earth

It drenched your garments
And your shoes
Leaving you soggy
On your long trek home
Beatrix Grey Oct 2013
They called me a queen
An empowered woman
Dusted with pale powder
Cheeks stained with crimson rouge

They called me a woman
with the ability to make men melt
A burning drop of wax
Spilling down a candle's side

I wish I could be such a creature
That inspires passion
Amid a barren landscape
With little water
Nor sun

Take me upon yourself
Embrace the dirt in my nails
Clutch my greasy curls
And tell me
I am that woman
Beatrix Grey Oct 2013
You look upon the world
As a ship with no captain
Seeking to guide humanity
Through the storms

Oh my darling
may I  sit against your heart
So its vibrations can rock my limbs
until the dawn breaks

You bemuse me
As a man full of life
Laden with curiosities
Yet unhappy within this world

Leave those my darling
Allow the stars to fall for you
Let them stun you as they strike your skin
And inspire passion from the lights in your veins

May you never be numb
As your travels will bring warmth
To the places within you
That will never see any light

May your soul blaze through
So you can feel alive
May you never feel secure
As I push you off from the shore
Beatrix Grey Mar 2013
The moment I saw
Your cold disposition
The stars ceased to shine
Beatrix Grey Mar 2013
Looking at photos
Checking the dates
Oh how foul things are
As everyone shifted away
From who they once were

We go from genuine, benevolent and truthful
To dishonest, ignorant,  cruel
Simply misguided
Or bewitched

Individual to impersonal
From laughter with another
To listening to a fabrication
With a blank look in their eyes
Craving the past

Pouring  yourself
Into their cracks
But it all fell through
It always fall through
Beatrix Grey Feb 2013
A lot of tragedy
Loomed over their hearts
Enchanting their fears

Now they sit in the warmth
Drowning in the sunlight
Repressing everything they had not forgotten
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