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A pile of SECRETS and LIES and you call it love.
Your life is passing you by.
You're frozen in time.
You're holding your breath.
You're a statue waiting for something that's NEVER going to happen.
Yet you call it love.
It's NOT love.
A little script from "Scandal".
 Nov 2014 Dameon Smith
nova hunt
sometimes i go off
about these worlds
that i make up
in my head.

because when the world
is so messed up,
don't you
want another?

i spend
so much time
just living
in these worlds,
     just thinking.

about
trivial things

     like:
how come clouds
get to be so high
that it's like they're flying,
when all they do is bring rain?

     or:
why do we spend
so much time
obsessing over the fact
that we don't have much time at all?

but i think
that maybe
in these worlds i make up,
it's not so bad.

sure,
there are bad guys
but when are there not?

the thing is,
in my world,
i'm not one of those
bad guys.

i'm the one
with the cape
and the mask
and i am the one
     who saves the day.
Porcelain skin,
white with rosy cheeks.
Lips sewn shut,
concealing her shrieks.
Knotted hair,
with pink pretty bows.
Smiling mouth,
lips red as a rose.
Eyes open,
staring at blank space.
Pretty dresses,
covered all in lace.
Broken teacups,
will soon fall apart.
Never revealing,
her lack of a heart.
Perfect girl,
with an alluring complexion.
Fails to see,
her and her reflection.
Flawless,
you can’t see her cracks.
Scarred,
only seeing whites and blacks.
Collecting dust,
sitting on a shelf.
Contemplating,
life itself.
A poem I wrote for school, let me know if you like it? I also don't know what to put as a title so feedback on that would be helpful (:
converse with me
ride in a hearse with me
adorn me in kisses sweeter than Hershey's
I don't want that artificial love
spare me something sent from above
when push comes to shove
I want to come undone
unraveled
time travel
light me like a candle
watch me flicker and fade out
*******
figuratively
perception is key
alter our current reality
increase the chemistry
love like dentistry
always ***** and never clean
something stuck in between
pull away
I've seen better days
and you can't rearrange
remember me
in your mental picture frame not as I am
but as I seek to be
set me free from the burden of uncertainty
don't care if you hurt me
pain is sedimentary
accumulating particles
read one too many articles
better ask an oracle
cause my heart of gold could turn to stone
became cold long before it was foretold
behold my intentions underlined in bold
a hand to hold
I couldn't fit the mold though
less than so so
never on the go go
put my life on hold
where did my thoughts flow
I'll listen to the crow crow
inside a house that never felt like my home
then again
neither did my bones
destined to go to a world untold
and so the story unfolds
an alien mind
incapable of rhymes
just trying to bide the time
till I reach the sky
you wanna watch the world burn
do you have thoughts that eat you alive
twists and turns
in the dead of night
tell me why
A young boy dreams of change. dreams of fire, flesh, and bone. hoping to be known, feeling as if he will never grow old. A curtain hangs before he's eyes hiding the sin of our flesh. The woman in the beautiful mask tames him with a savage oath.  Despite The horrors of the unknown he is determined to set his image in stone. Prays to a god he doesn't know, dipped in the water chilled to the bone... Gasps for air is he brand new? more accurately muddled.
   He's father floats through the door an idol to the boy, Oh how he did adore him. A spitting image was he's goal, to be the only man he'd ever known. The ignorance of a child is to be admired for when one grows old hearts harden, Words are ciphers, seeking salvation from this pit of vipers.
 Nov 2014 Dameon Smith
Emily D
Slip me in an envelope
seal me in safety
put a stamp on and,
address to anywhere
I don't want to know
And really do not care
as long as no one
Can see the inverted me.
This isn't a Hikku but each line either has 5 or 7 syllables.
I seem to have misplaced
The words they have escaped
Vastness taints this tattered page
This writers utmost disgrace

Imagined in my mind
However lost over time
The grandest masterpiece
Now the devils’ finest feast

Another battle lost
To darkness my soul is tossed
Wolves devour my carcass whole
Foaming and out of control

My attackers not the critic
Though they like to trick and mimic
I see through your disguise
The mirrors’ reflection cannot lie

There is but one to blame
For disappointment and for shame
I sit a prisoner  in my cage
As vastness taints this tattered page
Written November 4, 2014
 Nov 2014 Dameon Smith
1923
Planets
 Nov 2014 Dameon Smith
1923
Girls are from Venus and boys,
from Mars - we are strategically apart though we are both
made of stars. There are 6 other parts
to our solar system listed if you listen in class. People are not transparent
glass, we are not to be seen through and reduced
to white or black or skinny or fat or boys or girls. There are 6 other planets,
ten trillion undiscovered worlds
of grey. It is okay
to be something else, you are still

something else.

— The End —