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candlelight
candlelight
illuminating the frightened nights
illuminating the frightened life
I asked her why she cut herself,
and she said,
"Because death has an edge
and life is pointless."
She asked that I not
write a poem
romanticizing suicide,
just a poem about
how hard it can be
to celebrate life.
This lonely girl in the push up bra
Her blood stains on the bathroom walls

If you look at her and grab her eye
She plays for keeps, yet she is meek

Close your eye’s when you kiss her
She’ll scar you with her sarcastic gleam  

She’ll lick your heart just to be tasten
She’ll take your money that’s her taken

She softly says goodbye, I’ll see you later
The shock waves she gave, keeps you shaken

This girl you used is a professional bleeder
She hurts from within and is always faking
Frantic about my life
I do not know what is right

Left in a world of haze
I often wonder as I gaze

These frightening sights
Stuck in my mind

Leads me to believe
I have to fight this life

Not knowing where to turn
I feel my way to touch only pain

If I can find that waken moment
To break these feelings of disappointment

Only to say goodbye
 Mar 2015 devante moore
Mosaic
You're like a window
Light shines through
But it's dark inside

Cardigans for Curtains
All those lovely shapes, beside
Depending on the weather
Sometimes you're blue (Don't forget I can see through)
Sometimes you're black
Sometimes stars get stuck
           Fixation, Oxygen deprivation
Where would we be without you...?
                    dot, dot, dot, Question

The stars get stuck in the cracks
Obviously a metaphor for your flaws
And these lines/curves/obscurities
                  of my vision
Help me see you

Prism, dancing, and trying to age like wine
Getting, getting better all the time

Reflect it back
   Childhood
Magnolia leaves
Currently being abandoned
             Streets
Real Estate
   And different Paint

Then College
NOT taking you're money
"Too bad, see you next time honey"

Lanterns and Moths like houseguests
   Here to assess the property damage
You are not Real Estate

You are a Window
Light shines through

Ivy like a crown
Curtains like a blanket
You're looking from the corner
Feeling like the abandoned streets
Ex boyfriend like kids throwing stones
                      their blind, so they usually miss...you're beauty

You may crack, fracture, fractal
But you are Urban
                   There will be renewal

Here comes the repairman (Not that you need a man)
            Band-aids & stickers
Heartache like a stomachache
And he's looking in

There's the Windowsill
Light Shines through

You are more than a Window
But it's dark inside
 Mar 2015 devante moore
lX0st
High
 Mar 2015 devante moore
lX0st
Doctors say
Once you reach the age of maturity
You will cease to grow;
But how does that explain
The heights that I reach,
The expansion of my heart,
Or the width of my smile
When I'm wrapped in your arms?
It doesn't.
It is your love.
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