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 Apr 2013 Celeste C
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You
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
R
You
You're not just a piece of meat,
  Or a cherry to pop.

You're scars to kiss,
And a new universe to explore.
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
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Falling
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
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Seems to me like we're
F
  A
     L
        L
           I
             N
                G
But to where?
I don't know.
Most likely
Down
Or possibly even
In love.

How can one be
So sure?
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
R
I want to tell you.
Abuse
Isn't exactly a thing
People should know.
The kind of
Abuse
Isn't really someones
Fairytale way of
Living.
But who says I'm
Living?

I'm completely
Dead
Going in a downward
Spiral
That leads me into a
Dark oblivion.
My breathing becomes
Faster and then
Stops
Just as I hit the pavement.

Glad I'm gone
Or am I?
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
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I wish I knew
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
R
When you look at her,
You crack a smile.
When you look at me,
You look right through.
I'm sure you know,
How I feel.
But when she comes by,
I mustn't be real.
Do I mean a single thing?
In your heart do I have a place?

I wish I knew.

How does one know when they are in love?
To find that one special person
And to complete the other
Fully one,
together.

But when you look at her,
I disappear.
I wasn't ever real
Am I at all?

I wish I knew.
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
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I'm not enough.
I'm not her,
To be honest,
I'm *nobody Important.
 Apr 2013 Celeste C
Kristo Frost
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hello

-

my name is unannounced

but i come hearing a sweet beat for you

and it flows like

-

Jell-O

-

specifically the green kind

but that’s too far off topic to matter

to us so

-

mellow

-

by sitting in an armchair

imagining the world to come

though it looks so

-

shallow

-

you'll be pleasantly surprised

to find the glass can never be too full

-

even though we settle too soon

-

love it for three weeks

and then rename it

to forget how

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hollow

-

it really is inside

but the puppy’s made of painted glass

-

of life i’ve wondered

what we want

while it certainly is challenging

there must be more than what it seems

-

lets examine

our lives when we were kids

we find bruises scrapes and cuts

and your goldfish Tim

he likes to swim in circles cause the world's too big

but he only swims clockwise cause he’s missing a fin

-

now he

-

speeds up

-

grows legs

-

takes form

-

and he

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gets lost

-

plays God

-

gets born

-

but he loses sight of clarity

and succumbs to the apathy

of time in all its brevity

at every opportunity to

-

return

-

to the Jell-O whose convictions seem far less firm

as they softly fall on flowers wearing    f r e s h   s n o w

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goodbye

-

i’ll be missing you for years to come

on lets go fishing we might catch us something *******’

about

why don’t we just pretend everything is fine

-

why don’t

we just take a number

get in line

-

why don’t

we search for truth inside our blackest lies

-

how else

to lend true purpose to these fading lives
My wrists are lined with wire,
I haven't slept for days.
My feet cemented to the ground,
I can't go another way.

There are petals in my rib cage,
a bird has flown for days.
There's vines laced on my finger tips,
I'm trapped and bound in rain.

Sirens sing and sting my ears,
I'll never be the same.
Secret scrolls and messages,
taint and change my brain.

My skin is chrystalizing,
my heart has turned to stone.
There can't be something left of me,
in my hardened silver throne.

They'll leave me here to fade away,
until my name is but a fragment,
and my eyes roll over grey.

An ode of me to society
a sacrifice they'll have to see.
They'll shrine my name, but
forget everything I'd ever be.
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