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People are like shampoo brands.

They have flashy labels,
And colorful packaging,
They list their qualities upfront,
And what they're really made of
Where they hope
No one
Will see.

Shampoo says it goes best
With its matching conditioner,
And we all like to think
Someone else will make us better,
Make us sexier.
Hair products give instructions,
And we're all conditioned
To believe them.

I've never payed attention
To ingredients,
Only read the positive label,
But now I'm finding out what people
Are really made of,
And I'm now looking
For something more natural.

But what about me?
When you leave out the dye
And the bubbles
What am I made of?
I feel like an unknown trade secret,
And you don't even
Want
To know what they put in those.

I've found myself
Comparing brands lately
And I feel like my own falls short.
I feel like a cheap knock off
Masked as main brand...

But am I really fooling anyone?
They called her a Monster
And she thought that title suited her well.
Sometimes it's easier to be as terrible as they make you out to be.
 Jul 2016 Samm Marie
gray rain
True friends don't stab you in the front.

They punch you in the face and knee you in the solar plexus.

But that wouldn't fit in the song.
If you don't understand the first line listen to true friends by bring me the horizon
If you don't understand the second line I do ju-jitsu and accidents happen.
I'm sitting in the dark
Corner of my kitchen
It's late at night
And all that i hear
Is my breathing and loud mind
Annoyed with some blood  thirsty mosquito.

I'm thinking of the hard past days
Of all my used energy for others
For ensuring balance between.
****** zone you know...
**** it's so exhausting
But I'm proud...they all sleep
 
And I'm broken tonight
With my rolled tobacco
Letting myself to be weak
Hiding tears even I know
There is Noone to see it.

I love this dark corner
And the moonlight trough the window
They are my breaking point companies
My silent partners in pain.

And while I'm siting here
Pulling force from the last inches of faith
With the last smoke of rolled tobacco
I finally manage to hit that ******* mosquito.

M.T. 2016
the
persimmon  
cloud
*******      
loudly        
announcing        

a      

purple
passion
panorama

kissing          
collective          
          
cacti  
cruising

the
crinoline          

crepustular                      
monochromatic


*cosmos
Fun with words!
 Jul 2016 Samm Marie
Matt
I hate stupid questions

And stupid people

Stupid family members

Stupid housewife

*******
A gentleman holds my hand.

A man pulls my hair.

A soulmate will do both.

― Alessandra Torre
A poem on how to treat women, and I always remember these simple words.
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