I fell
for kind words
that came from
deceitful lips.

When you think of poems,
you think of rhymes.....

When you think of life,
you think of times....

When you think of feelings,
you think of healing.....

When you think of hurt,
you put love first....

When you think of pain,
it will drive you insane....

When you know your right,
you will always fight.....

Our minds we have,
will always be there....

So controls your thoughts,
that's where it starts...

She used to trace her eyes with a path of black
I assumed it was to grab attention
She would perfectly fill in her acne scars’ gaps
Maybe it was to be the best addition
Barbie dolls, and Maybelline models
would make her feel inferior
but between the shadows, glosses and makeup bottles
She’s forgotten her natural exterior
The beauty flows, and young age glows
No filter is needed
Hashtag “woe” nobody knows
but she feels less conceited
Caked on lies attracted some guys
and made her act a certain way
she has those perfect laugh lines around her eyes
that will make anybody’s day naturally okay
perfect imperfections, aren’t meant to be hidden
makeup’s deceptions, needs to be permanently forbidden
She was born with a face that describes her
Flawless, nothing can replace what is her

A peacemaker trying to prevent the border war
Ends up getting worse than originally anticipated
Regarded as one of the worst by the spectators
My common mantra to my life
I'm not giving up, never on the inch of my life
But I've noticed a pattern
I must abate
If i want to make my due dates
And paint the pretty plates
But I've thrown those away too many times
My common mantra is preventing something i end up creating
My frustration is at historical levels
I must keep going in my journey for permanent elation

Nobody ever wrote a guidebook for me to read
I'm the blue in the red world 
They hate what they don't understand
They criticize what they don't understand 
Give me a cue, doctor blue
The reds seem like a supressing fed

Wherefore art the shadows chased
Far into the recesses of the past?
The world is sans perception
With them wilted into retreatment.
Thither - they that matter.
All else exist for their splendor.
I long to see them frolic, once again,
As did that wild lorneful and youthful creature,
When I was he.