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I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself
Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf
I added water so she wouldn't go dry
Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die
I watched as she grew
Time flew and flew
Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky
As she prospered and danced I noticed a change
Something very strange that caught my eye
Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life
In place of green,
She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper
And it was there she made her illustration so divine
A perfect drawing of a heart
That turned out to be mine
They say Beauty is skin deep
At least according to society
And if you don't conform
Life will be a hellofa storm
Gold lies beneath the sand
So with a shaking hand
I dig in to my skin
Mining for what's within
digging for what you can't see
What is deep inside me
Red gold bubbles at the surface
It hurts but that's why I do this
Beauty pays a price
And this is souly my choice
the scars aren't pretty
And this isn't beauty
It's still you I love
But A mismatched glove
I am to you
Into the trash you threw
Me away
Another day
Passes and No matter how
Deep I dig, I know now
It's not me
I'm not ugly
It's society
So why do I keep digging when beauty only runs skin-deep?
Love is honest, love is kind,
Love is brutal, love is blind,
Love is hope, love is sorrow,
Love today, is hurt tomorrow,
Love it comes, love it goes,
How long it stays, no one knows.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
 Apr 2016 Dust Bowl
Celia Rose
Beauty is a state
Of mind. But all of our minds
Have been corrupted.
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
NV
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
NV
What I am trying to say is,
I am well aware that it matters not whether I am with or without you;
I will keep moving,
but I much prefer your limbs with my limbs,
and I enjoy the tragedy you think makes you unable to be loved,
and I'm sorry I didn't touch you a little bit longer,
and when you're here I feel it,
and when you're not I feel it too.

by : Alexandra Crawford
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
Sara Teasdale
A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
Ree Bunch
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate;
with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top.
I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit;
in fear of what others will think and say.
After enjoying your momentary treats;
came the truth;
with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.

A.K.A

(10 w)

The lies I ate, but
the truth I couldn’t take.
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
K603
Cheek bones
High and sharp
Press against your heart
Hold her close
She could slice you
Take your heart
But
She never draws
First blood
Work in progress
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
SMR
Your name
 Mar 2016 Dust Bowl
SMR
It is too late to erase your name
from my heart
and the words carved your name
onto my flesh
Every corner I turn and every thought I have
reminds me of that horrible past of mine.
When I'd strip down to examine my
body
for which is made of skin covered bone
the skin that bares your name
will
always remind me of that past
we both had once shared.
It is not suppose to be this hard
to forget about our history
some people learn to let go quick
and that is what remains a mystery to
me

S.M.R.
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