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There is nothing wrong with me
I am one of the most kind and loving people

Who talks to my own gardener
And brings him fruit

There is nothing wrong with me
I am a good human being

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I appreciate it
We all have bad days
And sometimes we write about
Negative feelings or emotions

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I have a heart made of daggers
That could slice your deadbeat life in two
But why should I waste my pity
Spending it all on you?
I was told
To tell the truth
But only if
It doesn't hurt people

A little girl
Sidles up to her Mamma
Mama, why shan't I not lie,
When it makes you so cry?


A Mamma is questioned
By a young un' with a little more sense
Than grown ups could ever wish to achieve

A beautiful woman replies,
To her small child with a smile and sheds a tear
Because her baby girl
Speaks with no fear
Of her already questioning conscience

Oh, baby.
I love you.
But please,
Carry on being you,
Because you have an entire lifetime,
To make
boys cry.
Do you understand, baby girl?


*Yes, Mama.
Speak the truth-
Make boys cry a salty tear,
And feel no remorse.
The tiniest of seeds
Can turn into the prettiest of trees
Let's take a trip down Memory Lane
Full of fun and games to play
Nostalgic scents
And terrible bruises
The extreme mystery continues

Let's take a trip down-
No wait-
I'd rather-
*Not
Go
There!
Snap,
Shuffle,
Paper,
Flick
Nurse,
Next surgery if you please.
Gloves,
Tools,
Paperwork,
*Fly
She's an emotional cocktail
With thoughts stirring up inside
What is she gonna do with them?

Emotional intelligence
It's for the ones with ideal solutions
What's the scientists gonna do with it?
Trying to define poetry is as wearisome as grasping one's teardrops in the ocean.
The rocks don't stop you,
And neither does your prey's sharp teeth.
Gold, silver, grey and blue,
Darting into salty view,
What a lovely shade and hue,
I want to have you for my own,
And yet,
Here you are,
Away from the net,
Dart, dart, darting away,
Wonder of your fluorescent skin,
Smoother than the smallest pin,
A jokers smile is plastered for show,
Swim, swim, swim away.
Painting in the secrets
Of a thousand lies
Is fun
As you get to paint in
How you see those lies

Let's paint our hair red
Of a thousand fires
So fun,
As you get to paint it
How you really want to

Aggressively painting canvases
Of a thousand depictions
It's fun
As you get to paint whatever
How you really see it

*Let's go paint something, sister.
Together.
I was listening to Paramore's 'Ain't It Fun' and the video/Hayley's hair inspired me, so...A poem!
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