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Dee Bach Apr 2014
Butterfly
the butterfly on my neck
is to remind me.
remind me to think about
myself and what
he would want for me,
not to let myself
be hurt by outside forces.
and even though
it will fade away
the butterfly will always
be with me.
on my wall
in my heart
in spirit.
Dee Bach Apr 2014
So thats how it is
everyone is more
important than me
I know your talking
to them, but yet you
don’t have time for me.
You wouldn’t know
them if you hadn’t
meet me first.
But no I’m the bad
friend for even thinking
these thoughts
when every friend
I get is stolen and
I am left alone.
Dee Bach Apr 2014
We were friends
but that was it right?
But yet something more
I can’t think of your
name with out hurting.
I don’t remember why
we stopped talking
it was so long ago.
I remember why
we started though.
A simple ‘do you like me’
although we were never a thing
but yet we do not speak now.
So what happened between us?
Do you remember ?
Is it wrong to ask you?
Dee Bach Apr 2014
you self centered pig
thinking you know everything
can’t see anyone else’s view
just your own. no one can contribute
you just live in the world that you
have created for yourself

you don’t see the pain you create
pain that shouldn’t be felt
oblivious to the real world
that’s not centered around you
the world you have created thinking
you can destroy anyone no matter the cost

cause after all, it’s your world right?

what about what I want?

....to make a compromise.
Dee Bach Mar 2014
Sometimes I lose track of myself
I’m not proud of it.
It’s not like I try to see darkness.
I love the feeling of the sun
The feel of it burning through me
the feeling of being alive
young wild and free
the feeling you get
on a summer night hands up
wind blowing through your hair
driving down the back roads
But every moment can’t be like this.
Everyone has a dark side
fighting them
it’s only a matter of time
before the walls fall.
Dee Bach Feb 2014
She stand back from the crowd
music blasting in her ears
so she can drown out the world,
she pulls her sweat shirt off
and puts her hat and mask on.
Stepping through the crowd
making her way to her podium
her pedestal, her stage.
The whistle blows loud and
she snaps out of it coming back
to the real would.
She steps onto her platform
digging her feet into the sandpaper
so she wont fall.  The director
says the words she has herd all
her life and she does what she is told.
When the beep sounds she flies
off her platform with so much
strength and enter the water free,
her body flows through as if she was
made from water.  Someone walks by
bumping her accidentally throwing her back
to reality, music still pounding in her ears
she pulls off her sweat shirt for real this
time seeing the eyes of her competitors on
her, sizing her up as she does the same.
But she hears there thoughts in her own
head instead.
Impostor.
Pretender.
Fake.
She turns the volume up a little more not wanting
to hear the unsaid words.  But looks up to see
she is to late. She takes her music out with
shaking hands and puts her hat and mask on
and makes her way over to her block when
the impossible loud whistle blows she climbs
up shaking.  She hears the beep but the
powerful dive doesn’t come, instead she falls
in, she moves her muscles trying to find her spot
but all she can hear in her head are the words
unsaid, and the stairs of her competitors,
herself.
Dee Bach Jan 2014
The picture sits
to near the edge of unknown
with one mistake it tips
off, falling to the
pristine hard wood floor
glass shards fly in all directions,
when everything is still
the girl walks in to see it
lying broken on the floor
her hopes and dreams falling with it.
She silently cleans up the big pieces
putting them in a bag, slicing her
fingers along the way, not feeling
anything. Tired, lost, and dreamless.
But shards still lie on the floor
to remind her what could have been
to remind her she can still put the pieces together
for she has them all, just needs to remember
what the picture was before.
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