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when you feel as
useless
as a white crayon

all you have
to do
is to find
that someone

who prefers
black paper
Deception of reality gets lost and found in the subtle meeting gaze of two individuals

Gleaming colored marbles filled with prosperity and promise for the future endeavors,

the future promise of affection and passion.
-

You are entranced, trapped in this daze-induced high that is infatuation.

With a mere blink, you are also aware that a gaze can easily be casted somewhere else- no, on someone else.

Everything

shattered.

You are willing to take that risk, along with the sanity that you've kept close to you for so long.
 Jun 2014 julius alcancia
Louise
Yet we share so much.
Sun, moon, stars
and ....

love?
And He fetched for my heart
Gentle
Fast
That was beating,
Lub dub
Banging until cracks
Weakened
into a hole
Around my chest.
No longer
Lub dub
But a panicked
Hop hop,
Leg-less run marathon
Out of my rib cage.
Lifeless,
Pumping worry
And jealousy,
Replacing my blood,
Until anxiety rowed
broken sail boats
In my veins.
He grabbed it
Said "Stop."
"Patience."

And that's how the heart learned
How to play the waiting game.
arrhythmia
[ uh-rith-mee-uh, ey-rith- ]
noun [Pathology]
1. any disturbance in the rhythm of the heartbeat.
My hair fall shampoo
Didn't quite work
This time around.
Mama should I trust the Government?
Men in charge,
With suits and ties.
Mama, do they know whats best?
or are they selling
pre-packed lies.
Mama should i get a job?
sell my soul
to the money train.
Mama is it true in fact?
man can't live
of soil and rain?
Mama why do i feel sad?
kept cramped within
the city walls.
Mama how do i go on?
When all arounds me
crumbles, falls.
So **** confused
Not sure what to think
What to do...

Love my bestie
Crushing *******
Last night we talked

He held me, told me
He was attracted to me
I blushed, smiled, and giggled

He cuddled real close
Leaned in, softly kissed my lips
........

Now I'm confused
I don't know what to do
That kiss was unreal


~Devil~
Aikin The Deadman
Love him, not sure what to do...... x.x
What's on, what's there
What can't be touched.
What we think makes others beware.
Beware who we are on the inside.

Acne is the unfortunate
addition that causes the poor
young soul to lack,
confidence,
self-esteem,
and pride.

Stop.
You are beautiful.
You need to forget.
Acne is on everyone
You have nothing to regret.

So they judge,
so they criticize.
Secretly pointing out the
pink,
scattered,
stand-out surface
on what used to be
a bare and beautiful face.

Stop.
Every face is beautiful,
but never bare.
Stay optimistic in your attitude.
Look them in the eye,
wink,
and smile when they stare.

You're still and will always be you.
Only your heart speaks the truth.
Of how you create and what is part of
who you are.
Whether broken out or not,
you never
stop being
a beautiful, young,
star.
So this is my first poem I am actually posting. Wish me luck!
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