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I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
Im not addicted
Im obsessed
And my drug of choice
Is one of the best

I owe you everything
And thats exactly what you took
The moment I met you
You enticed me with your look

I was dying to try you
Now im simply dying
Cause they took you away
And my insides are crying

You kept me safe
And always confidant
Now my friends are afraid
That I've lost my common sense

But if you got high
You'd put your morals aside
And if this brings me closer to death
I think im ready to die.
Her active pill habbit
I think you told a lie today
about the shadow on your mind.
I think you plan to die today,
and leave these follies far behind.

I wish you would write me a song,
and ink the truth within its verse.
Happy or sad, it's fine, so long
as this does not end in a hearse.
Eye lids see pupils centered iris rings
wondering where the iris be
plant with sword-shaped leaves
A cloud nymph goes unseen
Iris forming rainbow seas
Purple planted petals beam
Iris reflected sorrows weep
A goddess, part of your eye, and a flower all three.
The Bipolar Bandit comes
To take away my sanity
It wants to steal me away
To take me on a trip of madness
Drags me up above
Shows me things I don’t want to see
Is this really happening to me?

I can’t bare it
I start to cry
Oh no not again
I am crippled in panic

You blindfolded me
Just when I thought I could be free
You stole my life away you thief
Any happiness I have is tainted
You took away my joy
I can’t feel happiness or
Love for family and friends
I only feel anguish

You have ****** the life out of me
I can only look away
As you chuckle and say
“You can’t get away from me”
Struggling to keep my sanity
Wanting to restore me
To the person I used to be
9/30/16 revised 4/2/18
you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b
Where did the innocence go?
Doves turned to ravens,
Juicesboxes turned to bottles,
Toxic beverages leaving poisoned bodies to roam these streets,
Possessing personalities of *******,
Suckers turned to joints,
The high replaced the feeling of love,
Which could propel you to places beyond any hallucination,
Virgins mimicked, giggled at,
Wide eyed stares penetrate their skin as they stroll on streets,
Whispers fill rooms as their sealed bodies strut,
Jealous viewers stand, shattered,
With no purity to share with their loved ones.
Thinking their assets can be displayed for the public to adjudicate,
Maybe we're to young to know about love,
We're young, yes we are.
But what good is a young nation,
With poisoned , broken youth.
What good is a nation with no future leaders.
So I'm asking, where did the innocence go?
Tell me so I can know.
So I can replace the demons that lurk in these infants,
With the innocence that should gleam,
From their flesh.
An old poem written when I was a bud in the poetry biz (retro)
Where do the unanswered questions lie?
Buried deep inside our minds do they hide?
Do they haunt us with endless curiosity?
The questions that haven't been asked because we're trembling at the thought of what the answer may be.
Searching for something that could  give us a reason as to why we're here, but what if we're only here so we'll never know why we were placed here?
We've created so many things with only our bare hands.
We've destroyed entire cities with our bare hands in less then a day.
We've only began to reconstruct our creations and repeat the cycle of these ways.
Creation, destruction, and reconstruction.
When can we realize the errors of our ways?
If only we could stop and try to find an answer.
Among all these unanswered questions.
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