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mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Being loved
Its a beautiful thing
Like having pure sunlight
Poured into your soul
And those rays shining
Out of every pore
That your skin allows.
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Grasping for words
To explain
speaking
the only thing
Making sense
Are your lips
Yet even those
Are putting out
Words
That become
As empty
As the air
Between
The space
In your eyes
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Flowers
Sprouting out
Of her collarbones,
Petals defining
Her beautiful face
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
When her petals fall
She does.
All color,
****** from her
Now soulless corpse
Grey and thin
When her flowers
bloom
All beauty
Shall appear
Once again
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Using
What should be loved
Loving
What should be used
Its a parallel
universe
In which
We live
Torn between
The true
or
false
essence
Of
Humanity
We are all
Inhumane
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Lifeless.
A pretty face
Overtaken
By blue lips
Eyes
Clear as
The water she lie in
Now darker
Than the soul
That had now escaped
From her beautiful
Lifeless body
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Eyes
Bleeding
Cuts
Crying
.
Souls screaming
For a slight sliver
Of light
To shine on
This pure hatred
We call
"society"
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
She puts her headphones in,
All for the home that she can
Escape the obligation
Of socializing with
This world
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Thriving off of flesh, not human
But the flesh of being known
Striving for perfection
Leaving the good behind
Throwing it all away,
All for a spotlight
In which
One can be in for the time
But of course as time goes on
So do we
You will never
Be known
mackinley sabol Oct 2013
Vines wrapping her soul,
lips elegant as pedals.
wild flowers blooming
out of her collarbones,
tracing her jawline.
clear blue eyes.
natural beauty
so exquisite,
as a dawns early sunshine.
mackinley sabol Oct 2013
She was exquisite,
standing alone in the depths of the forest.
Soul blossoming from within,
with a mystic glow.
Society tore her out.
A wild flower,
roots taken from the earth,
left to fade in front of the world.
Her color drained,
petals fell.
Society cried and wondering,
what happened;
to natural, unique
beauty.

— The End —