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 Jan 2016 Muse
NitaAnn
Standing on the outside
Looking in
Wishing...Wondering
Whose family this is
How are they so happy
When I am so sad
Do I have a place in there?
Will I ever fit in?
I have a question to ask.
Where are the shadows to go if the light
rejects them and they fear the darkness?
Those who only see the world in black and white,
will miss all the shades of gray that add depth.

To my family sitting in your ivory towers have you forgotten
what it was like in the darkness embrace.
Nothing more than crows pecking at the trash
hoping the charcoal that coated
everything we touch would be washed clean.
I guess it’s always easier to cast stones
then to try and light a path.

Where you see defiled flesh
I see stained glass for a temple,
Scars and burns just proof
that there is still hope.
Colored hair, metal, and pieces of fabric
are distracting you from the spark
that still burns inside.
If you treat them no better than rubble
what makes you think they will choose you?

Shadows can’t exist without light
and yet you would cut them off
from the very thing they need to be saved.
If you can’t forgive them and show love,
then I’m sure we aren’t walking the same path.
They’re convinced that we don’t want them
even though they need us.
If you don’t take them as they are
they will be swallowed by the darkness.
The hatred has to stop. We are all people who need help.
 Dec 2015 Muse
Graff1980
Untitled
 Dec 2015 Muse
Graff1980
You have a citric tongue
Acidic but tasty

You are a vacation
In mental *******

Sulphurous words
That burn me
Full of furious reactions
Such an oceanic passion
A deep blue sea
Of eyes that look into me

Your body is a nation
Barely opened borders
I flow into you
Heart heavy and tired
Poetic soul branded illegal
Desire makes me criminal
Wanting those wanton lips
Chapped from our heated kiss

Make me your facebook friend
To share your soul
In the form of digital content
Then bury me in cement
Solidifying your foundation

Building us up from lust
And a cosmic elation
With a milky way
*******

Till both of us
Return fully reformed
From the ravishing rains
Of that ****** storm
The poems I post here are about five months behind what I am currently working on.
 Oct 2015 Muse
Amelia
yeah, but you're not.

waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
howling
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
hoping she doesn't leave her smell on your sheets
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
scrambling for your clothes the second you notice sunlight peeking through the blinds
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
washing your hands of the smell of her ****
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
brushing your teeth before you kiss her
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
******* in the morning is just as ***** as it was at night
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
howling
waking up next to a girl you don't love feels like
howling until your voice is hoarse and your mouth forgets how to form words

"it'd probably be really nice to be in love with you"

sure, but i'm not
 Oct 2015 Muse
Amelia
wound up
 Oct 2015 Muse
Amelia
pink striations bloom on my neck,
curving and running like rivers
or the creek behind your childhood home
because when faced with the thought of living
in a skin void of your touch,
what am i supposed to do
but scratch?
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