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 Feb 2016 Bekah
Alice Butler
Roses are dead
Violets are few
Sugar is bland
Forgiveness is, too.

Bloodstains are red
Bruises are blue
Poison is sweet
Revenge is, too. <3
Gothic-
Syllabification: (Goth·ic)
Pronunciation: /ˈgäTHik/
(3)  belonging to or redolent of the Dark Ages; portentously gloomy or horrifying: 19th-century Gothic horror.
Not to be confused with 21st century term, "Gawfic;" synonymous with "baby bat" or "n00b."
 Feb 2016 Bekah
Steele
Violets are purple, and roses are red.
Because romance and the color blue are somehow different tonight.
On this one day of the year, the refractions of light
aren't bent to the left, romance just tends to mess with our heads.
So, what I'm saying is, this year let's just watch Netflix instead.
Because why be blue on Valentines day, amirite?
Someone asked me for a Valentines poem.
 Feb 2016 Bekah
amber
flower crown
 Feb 2016 Bekah
amber
the flowers in your hair
are not fortunate enough to meet your eyes
instead they only ever sit on your head
and improvise
 Feb 2016 Bekah
Nothing Much
Flowers
 Feb 2016 Bekah
Nothing Much
I met a girl with flowers in her hair
not a crown or a clip, but cherry blossoms
they bloomed from her ears and her scalp and the hollow of her neck
she was a garden of eden

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
and roots that ran all the way down through her feet
they never held her in place
instead, they made the earth upon which she stood her home

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
who let summer sunbeams catch her eyes
as they glistened among ferny tendrils
until the autumn came
Not super proud of this one.
 Feb 2016 Bekah
Reanna Horsley
" I got you some flowers."

" That's so sweet but why flowers?"

" What? You don't like flowers?"

" Flowers die. Isn't that a horrible metaphor for love? something that dies?"

"Well. **** the flowers. Lets just hold hands."
I never get flowers anymore
 Feb 2016 Bekah
Emily
1/28/16
 Feb 2016 Bekah
Emily
The girl who would rather spend her Friday night at home organizing her room than at the parties.
The girl who would rather curl up and read at lunch than sit and socialize over talk of nothing but "people".
The girl who would rather drown out the world with music than sit in class and be involved.
The girl who would rather work alone and finish her homework in class, than sit in the big social groups making weekend plans.
The girl who would rather be independent and be judged as a loner than be friends with people who will secretly judge you.
The girl who would rather collect books and records than makeup.
The girl who would rather study astrology than watch every show on Netflix.
The girl who would rather thrift shop and buy $3.99 boots than buy top of the line $80 boots.
The girl who realizes that all of this does not make her any better than them.
The girl that realizes she is only trying to impress herself; confidence is key.

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