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  Jul 2017 lex
xmelancholix
on days where the sun sinks quietly into submission and allows the moon to conquer the sky, the trees revel in the dull yellow defeat as and the horizon waves a colorless flag or a nod to the sun and the lonely sunset. over the pond , life will cease until morning and spirits will dance among the trees, cold. ∆¨®ˆ˚∂ßπ until the battle returns and the sun takes over with it's dull brilliance. the tears from the oh so lonely ghosts will turn to dust until the strength returns. this is the cycle
the random symbols are intentional. I initially wrote this as a stream of consciousness and my handwriting on that word was so bad that I can't decipher what it says.
lex Jul 2017
How beautiful she is
The lace dress fitting to her body.
"A floral dress
would have looked better"

says the mother of this girl.

The girl's face is pale
but somehow she feels fine.
She's used to feeling nothing by now.

She watches as her family argues,
cries,
wishing they'd stop.

They say things like
"Her spirit is with us now"

She wishes they'd stop
that they'd put her lifeless body in the ground now.

She doesn't want to be reminded
of her brutal death.

She wants peace.
Peace at last.
lex Jul 2017
This sick feeling
In my stomach
I don't know why I feel it.

It could be anxiousness
or a bit of self-doubt.
It's really not worth
blabbering about.

It's probably nothing
just a cramp or my period
But I can't help but feel
it's more than that.

I shouldn't have to feel
so nervous late at night.
For the night is for sleeping
there's nothing to fright.

Now I feel cold sweats
on my forehead and face.
But it's not hot out
or cold even.

This sick feeling's taking over me
I can't control it now
I'll find a way to stop it
I will, but how?
lex Jul 2017
Calm
I wish I could feel such a thing.

But with a mind like mine,
that's impossible.

Thoughts don't have the ability to stay 'calm'.

What even is calm?

Is it the rain dripping off of a sunflower's leaves as a night storm approaches?

The faint voices of teenagers singing their hearts out to Broadway shows they only dream to be in?

The whir of city streets, traffic, and crowds cheering for street performers?

The peaceful being of someone you love sleeping?

Calm.
If only I were to achieve this,
then, maybe, just maybe,
I'd be happy.

— The End —