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Another tomato
             splats to the
floor,
but I'm getting paid.
© Daniel Magner 2013
She said I
                 "Just look happier."
She was right.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Feb 2013 Moonlight Blossom
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The girl with "the name like a song"
Now has scars 
Feels so alone
Felt the need to change even though she is beyond beautiful 

The girl with the giggles
Can barely sleep anymore
Everyone she loves slips out of her grasp
My gorgeous friend 
Never feels pretty anymore
Though she is perfect to me

The girl with the 'asian eyes' ;)
Tall,skinny,beautiful hair
Yet scars on her arms 
I can't understand how someone so amazing
Can feel so alone and mistreated

The girl with the contagious laugh
Never seems sad
Always laughing so hard
But she's so sad on the inside
But she is so incredible

The girl with the "hospital swag" ;)
Never seen not laughing and smiling
But she's slowly slipping away
Not able to see how important she is

They all are so beautiful,so unique
They just can't see it
I wish there was I way I could show them
Make them see how important they really are
Gorgeous people treated so wrong
In my eyes,they are the most extraordinary people 
And I hope they can see that
Sorry,this *****. A lot. I'm sorry if I put in false information. And sorry if I forgot anyone. If just wanted to write something to my friends who are very important to me. I hope they can understand  which part is for them. If any of you want me to take this down,I will
Some of my deepest thinking
is done at night,
where I fall,
to the resources of my mind,
thinking things
over,
through,
think, think, think,
that's all I do.
I plan
but I don't act,
I act on impulse,
when needed,
otherwise I think,
and I plan,
in silence.
No noise but the sound of
marker on paper,
a dim dream,
I can't quite remember,
so I think.
I wrote this on June 24, 2012
And it directly relates to what I am doing, and how I am feeling at this exact moment.
I cannot say I love you
as sweetly
as the rain tells the flowers

nor can I caress you
as softly
as the breeze does the flowers

I cannot warm you
as the sun warms the flowers

nor cradle you as tightly
as the soil does the flowers

but I can nurture our love
as tenderly as I do my flowers

for no flower in my garden
is as beautiful as you
Even
one fleeting moment
is too long
alone

without you
Dark green carpet upon the floor,
And old fashioned door knobs upon each door,
Grandmother's hands dancing across the ***** as she sung;
And melodies through the house rung.

Joy prevaded this pleasent house,
Where kitties once sat waiting to pounce upon a mouse,
Where my Grandmother would happily hum as she would cook;
And in the Orchard my Mamma would be reading a book.

*~Marian~
I feel it mounting,
slowly, steadily building,
every little thing adds to the heat,
I feel,
that slowly rises,
to my head,
creating an ever growing red mist,
that clouds my vision.
That mist is hard to clear away,
once it comes,
and luckily I rarely see it,
but when it's there,
my rage becomes,
uncontrolled.
My fuse is long,
but once it's lit,
it can not be stopped,
i'm like a ticking time bomb,
ready to explode,
at any given moment,
and when I do explode,
I cause an impressive amount,
of damage.
But now I know I will explode soon,
I can feel the adrenaline,
rush through my veins,
and my blood,
roaring in my ears,
my body is shaking with
the anticipation,
of finally letting go,
of my anger,
and releasing all of my stress,
and feelings,
so I can start fresh again,
but until that happens,
my anger will be,
uncontrolled,
and never stopped,
until I can calm myself down.
I am not exactly the nicest person when I get angry, and I find it really hard to hold back the physical response of violence I want to give, and instead I just use my words, which my end up hurting more than any physical blows I may have given...
Sunsets are red, the sky is blue,
Oranges are sweet and so are you!

*~Marian~
I wrote this for my cat, Sylvestro. I caught him myself and brought him inside to live with us sometime last year.
She kept money in her shoes

they were her footnotes.
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