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There was this girl
who wanted to be a boy
she lied to the one person
whom she claim(ed)
she truly cared for
her words were like galaxies
and she spilled black velvet
poisoning my mind with black holes and when I would ask her about herself her mind was empty
with no answers like the
unanswered questions
about the
universe

j.f
 May 2014 Hailey
Will Rogers III
Children joyfully play off in the distance
While birds sing their songs all around.
They know no resistance
To the beauty of nature. And so they make sound.

The children, the birds,
They have no concerns.
They know not of how this world is absurd.
It's true; what Wordsworth wants us to learn.

That something as simple and precious as this moth,
Does not receive the attention due to its worth
That we feel too "busy" to be one with the wild
Too busy to live like a child.

We're told we will live forever.
     I am like the moth in a way.
          This moth is slowly dying and will soon fade.
But our lives are short however.
     For we both are in constant decay.
          And so we admire each other, both as moths, together dying in the shade.
[composed on March 23, 2012]
 May 2014 Hailey
emma
for the first time
since i was like 4
i actually took the time
to pick petals off of flowers
and guess what

he loves me not.
 May 2014 Hailey
aviisevil
Bell chimes at a distance, as the winds call back the dusk
Dark clouds kiss the skyline, as they march towards their fall
In a hope to conquer, they've been possessed and cursed
Desire for a kings throne has crippled them all

They seek a kingdom, riches that lies beyond their dreams
And to see the strange, rejoice in what's not known
Ready to forsake their freedom, traveling where they've never been
Ruined homes, wandering in the darkness all alone

They come across a wall, every brick holds one key
Each to one gate, that'll lead them far away as they can be
On the same path, but every step leaves a print of its own
Deeper the mark, more the weight is  Borne

They barged through the gates onto the field
Mirrors all around them and wet moss beneath their feet
They seek a reflection of their own to mourn and weep
As they walk in confusion beyond the woods, deep

Bones littered about the wicked land as a warning
That the one who crosses, may not see the morning
Devoid of reasoning, thoughts stuck in their grave
Symphony of destruction lurks in their eyes, fades

A pile of corpse rots in the midst of a darkened meadow
shine of the moon dances along with the blazing fire
Each on his own scatters about, a shadow follows
Consequence for this trespassing will be more than dire

A strange creature looms about the cursed land
In each palm he holds a blade made up of silver and gold
A name without a face, where one falls, he stands
Warmth leaves where he walks, leaving a trail of dead and cold

Only welcomed if they invite him in, he lures them with greed
In a void full of darkness, one will believe what he sees
And he watches them approach, forsaking all that could be
Shine in their eyes, pulling them softly to the crease

One after one cascades, reaching for the hand that glitters
And the pile of the corpses feeds on his own kind
Fear erupts in chaos, as the sanity in all but one withers
only one to make it out alive was the one blind
Notes (optional)
 May 2014 Hailey
Louise Smith
blue
 May 2014 Hailey
Louise Smith
I am blue
my skin blue
my hair blue
my blood blue

an ocean of blue lace
surrounds my body

I traipse through my oil world
all I can see is blue

blue tinted lenses branded into my face

like a cow I am branded with your blue
you are my owner
I am meat you sell on after you **** it
you raised me up to turn me blue
 May 2014 Hailey
Andrew Durst
Doubt me,
hate me,
resent me.

Prove to me
that I was
right all
along.
 May 2014 Hailey
Andrew Durst
Pink lip-stick on the **** of a cigarette,
You breathe me in and I can't forget.
You taste like ecstasy but feel like regret,
And love should never feel like a constant threat.
Inspired by a cigarette I saw on the side of the road.
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