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I don't care
what you think of my poetry,
but I sure care
how it makes you
*feel
Reality is a troublesome topic to persuade.
Subtly tiptoe the tropes of life and death.
Black Swan tips the scales of good and bad.
Light and Dark.
Misanthropy, how can we not.
The good die young.
  Is all we've ever heard.
Beauty dies fast.
One glance of beauty.
An ever long war.
The greatest and the best only strive for success.
Not the redemption or aptitude that they test.
Many bring emotion,
but folly the ends.
Greatness dies.
And only reprized in final a glance.
Unrecognized do we part.
Our being sold wrought.
Once escape is our parting phrase.
Stodgily will our image fade.
In life you will not be known the same as you will be known in death.  While alive you are a semblance of existence and the problems that life holds, while in death you are polarized to be an example of so much more.
 Oct 2014 Jennifer Stewart
Nina
the heaviness i feel
when we talk
the pressure on my shoulders
the constant voice in my head saying
"don’t do it, don’t fall in love"
i thought you were
my defender
you hauled me out from my dull life
and brought cloudless days
after a while
i assume you got bored
had enough of your "play toy"
and left
in the first few months
the atmosphere was ordinary
i think it was a couple weeks
until i finally realized
your image
disguise
charade
was just an illusion
you're actually gone
you're not who i believed to be
it'll never be the same
just another
-important-
segment of life
you cant stop a girl who loves  
*meant to be in lowercase
i was buried in the backyard along with the dog

our skeletal remains will rot for the next 100 years

our home was destroyed when the 2 people who gave me birth left me here to rot

the neighbors tried to wake me up but there was sort of response

the sirens dwelled while we slowly rotted away on my bedroom floor.

(J.A.)

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