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 May 2013 Nat
Redshift
little red,
you are here
to make it better
for everyone.
that is your purpose.
you are to make things
better
for your family
for other people
to make things
just a little easier
and if you are good
and kind
and nice
and fake
with a smile
cast
in plaster
maybe someday
someone will make it better for you
in return.
this is a cheerful fact,
little red.
why aren't you
smiling?
hasn't the
chalky water
and paper
dried
yet?
hmm...we might have to
reapply
tables they turn sometimes
 May 2013 Nat
Alexis Martin
I wear a necklace
of bite marks
that you gave to me
because I look prettier
in bruises
than I do
in pearls
-
 May 2013 Nat
Calli Kirra
I wanna look dark
Like mascara shadows under you eyes
After Friday night
And I want to wear night colors
And a sinister knowing smirk on my face
And the guys will be like
"**** I wonder"
"She looks poisonous"
And maybe I will be
And I wanna light the bowl
And flutter my eyes while I do it
And I'll look so jaded when I laugh
Black shorts dark top dark shoes
Dark room for dark me and you
I wanna have purple nails
And a nose ring!
Haha
 May 2013 Nat
Skye Applebome
When I see myself in a mirror
I want to carve knives into my body
When I hear my miserable voice
I want to rip out my vocal cords
And when I think about myself
I wish I was never born.
To a certain someone (not the poem, the following message): If you start spamming me about this poem, you're just fueling the reasons why I write such miserable poetry. So be nice or back off.

anyways, I guess this is what true self-hate looks like :/ (I never act on any of these, don't worry xD)
 May 2013 Nat
Unknown DNA
Looking for her daughter
the mother actually caught her.
Where the darkness is built
in the arms of the underworld.

you,my love my Goddess my queen
my want for you is not lust,nor crude,nor obscene.
It is an infinite yearning
of which my infatuation feeds.

Mine,my love,I wish for us to forever be
every Goddess measures to your beauty.
When they cry and yell,they scream out in jealousy
thus I open the ground for none other than she

plucked like the flowers you pull from the greens
my only contest is your mothers pleas.
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