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 May 2017 mzag
Seazy Inkwell
In go the stabs to my synthetic skin.
Sew my eyes,
recreate them with the charm of Rumpelstiltskin’s tricks.
Stitch my lips,
Color them with the scarlet of Snow White’s cursed apple.
Snip my hairs,
String together the golden threads of Rapunzel’s deathly charm.
Stuff my *******,
Fill them with the ingredients of witches’ wildest fantasies.
Mold my legs,
Fit them in for the glasswork of Cinderella shoes.
Tattoo my heart,
make each beat a praiseworthy beauty.
A poem about plastic surgery and standardized beauty.
 May 2017 mzag
Jasmine
We know only to tolerate our pain
Hide and keep them like secrets
Yet the difference is even if words never speak it
Your truth will unveil
Whispered stories will tell

No matter how high you may get
Your faults will still grasp you on a leash
“Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee”
There is no quote as sweet thee

On a journey to awaken your third eye
But your desires have caught fire
Smoke clouds rise too high
Three eyes and you still blind

To the happiness they hide from you for their own false satisfaction
While bullets brisk through bricks and windows fenced
The sun shines behind their white picket fences
We scream and feign
they watch and laugh like t.v.
How senseless to ask justice from the hands of the man who feeds you poison
Expecting a response not only centered around himself
Law enforcement agencies can get extra money from federal grants if they show a high number of arrests related to drug use and selling, so it is of financial value to the department to arrest as many people for drug related offenses as possible. They're using us for their own satisfaction and we don't even realize it
 May 2017 mzag
Jasmine
My blood is red
Danger
The moon shines white
Purity

If I bathe in moonlight each night
Could I wash the sin off of me?
I've done a lot of wrongs in my life and sometimes feel like I've become trapped in my world which is falling apart due to my bad decisions.Sometimes I wish something as simple as this could make things all better
 May 2017 mzag
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
 May 2017 mzag
Sadikshya Tripathi
We see the stars, that twinkle
That´s our impotence that,
we can´t see the stars that doesn´t twinkle
but they exist.
They exist in that dark universe
lightening their surrounding.
There comes a certain time for star, to
twinkle for universe,
but not every star has that potential.

and yea I am a star,
and I am fan of myself.
we all have some talents,
only those who get platform shines.
#talent_is_same
#increase_respect_for_yourself
 May 2017 mzag
kellie scranton
My mind was on holiday
It couldn't quite take me far enough away
To escape your moral decay
I was always lured with bait
It took a decade to turn to hate
I'm sorry I left the party
I gazed into your eyes and saw tomorrow  
Only time will tell
If I broke the spell
It's not easy to leave you
In your rendition of hell
 May 2017 mzag
Duck
If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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