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 Jul 2014 Caitie
ky
like and love
 Jul 2014 Caitie
ky
i like a lot of myself.
i like the way i look
when i first wake up.
i like the way my eyes
look when i do my make up.
i like my body, how it's unique
to me.
i like my long hair.
i like my small hands and feet.
but my god
i love my mind
and i love
what my hands can do
and what my mouth can say
and where my feet can take me
and what my eyes see when i first wake up.
that's what i love about
myself.
 Jul 2014 Caitie
Nisna M
I HATE YOU
 Jul 2014 Caitie
Nisna M
You told me to start loving myself so i stole some roses from the cemetery and gave them to the skeletons in my closet but when i came home at 3AM after the storm all i found were broken bones and thorns.
 Jun 2014 Caitie
Kenny Johnson
So many opportunities were ignored I wish I could rewind. Lyrics that provoke thoughts from the subliminal mind, there's minimal time to realize the hurt in our eyes. Ignorance and truth is even seen by the blind. We the people need to stick together to reminisce this unearthly demise, and in time you'll realize the pain will subside. As you sit confused and dazed in this amazing world beneath the stars we gaze, grasp every opportunity dont let it slip or fade. Face your problems there not just something you evade. Dont hide and run away because if you do, down to rest is where your soul will lay. Grasp every opportunity dont let it slip or fade.
-The Prospect
 Jun 2014 Caitie
mark john junor
come to stand center stage
white garish paint on thin hand
thin black mask for a face
he stands in the fading light
dusty serene silences surround him
with deep words paused on his wooden lips
speak now oh devilish masked man in this passion play
speak to the fathers plots and treason's
folly is his candy
trickster lover saint

fathers and other clowns
pour over the construction blueprints of
better living through chemicals
while the girl in the passion play sneaks out the window
to find her song in the silence of pantomime
find her pretty face masked in feathers
so lovely she awaits her lover beneath painted moon

harlequin and the servant slap with a stick comedy
and silently chased by the policeman
run amok on the worlds stage
come children of all ages see the show
silly and sad
fun and adventure
as harlequin and his lover
regale you with the tale
tricking father and the clown to sad defeats
harlequin, harlequin where for art thou harlequin
here you fool slapping the cow on the moon with my stylish stick
folly is his candy
trickster lover saint
its not misspelled, its a type of theater
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