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In Houston, Texas,
she was a volcanic eruption.
A sword ripping through
the societal norms.
She looked on the world
as her carnival, sometimes sticky
and smelly, but wonderful and bright.

Every morning Marley would
sit on her driveway.
Waiting for the mailman to
bring her the bills.
Every morning she'd smile at him.
Tell him stories about her
life as flea market shopper.
"There's a piece of gold
amidst all that trash."
Introduce him to her shelled spider.
"This is my pet crab Eddie.
We're best friends, he's a hermit too."


Her death came in an odd
silence.
Her simple absence on Wednesday
morning.
Marley Rain was an exceptional
girl.
The mailman said she made an exceptional
corpse.
I starred this with exercise because I wrote it in my creative writing class, and because I think I'm going to take a few pieces from this and use for the basis of another poem. I'm only posting it for your amusement ^_^ it's rather odd. We had to incorporated all these crazy things that our classmates said, so that's why it's so random!
your love had limits.

your love,
wrapped in warmth,
soft socks,
long sweaters,
tea,
long chapters,
your love,
in degrees.

I fall deep in your love
in time with the seasons.

SPRING
brings
green tea and growth
between
the YOU
and the ME,
SUMMER
shines
and we heat up the sheets,
once used for mere sleep,
my fingers dance up your spin,
you give love to me every time,
but you don't know what you want
I know what I want.
I want you. I want you to be Mine.

and this is the FALL,
burnt orange,
crimson red,
life dying,
leaves falling,
Im constantly calling,
your name in the  littered streets cloaked in decay,
and the leaves their dying,
I am falling ,
over the edge,
over your edge,
down your walls,
I reach for your heart,
hearts beat,
beat.beat.
I listen to your feet pound the earth escaping sunsets, to sunrise,

And I am surprised after every time,
you pass on the Raggedy Ann,
and I boycott the bands you introduced me too,
though the melody already bleeds in me,
I feel the cold of winters fingers,
causing my hold on you to break,
my hold on truth to shatter,
it doesnt seem to matter
you ripped out my organs
and you are gone gone gone.
Life doesn't stop,
even if you don't know
how to keep going.

Everyday I still have to
wake up without you.
Thinking of adding to the last stanza " A cruel joke with no real punch line." But at the same time, I kind of like it just like this. My feelings tonight on the baby I lost September 9th, 2011.
Step one:
Admit that you have a problem.

Hi, I'm so and so,
and I am anorexic.
Wait, am I supposed
to state one problem
or all of them?

Let me start over.

Hi, I'm so and so,
and I am anorexic.
I am a self harming,
drug abusing, attention
seeking, anorexic with
a penchant for seeking
out love in all the wrong places.
I'm an occasional smoker,
a complete *****,
and a highly trained klepto.

I'm also a procrastinator,
does that count?

I'm self-consumed, suicidal,
and sometimes I let water boil over on the stove without cleaning up the mess.
I blame things on other people as often as possible, and never tell the
cashier when they've given me too much change back.

I know that's not all,
but it's awfully hard to remember everything
that's wrong with me right now.

Oh yeah, I'm forgetful. And terrible under pressure.
And at public speaking. I lie...a lot, and actually,
I made some of these problems up.

So I came here to get help.
By the way, when exactly does that start?
Don't ask... No clue where this came from. Just, yeah.
 Mar 2013 Peyton Smith
Julia
You were the yellow brick road
& you thought it was grand.

All I saw were the people,
all the people walking all over you.

But you said "Look how shiny
I am, and how everybody loves
me, I'm golden like the sun, like gold,
Julia, like your hair.
"

So I stopped trying to make you
feel their footsteps, and I left.

I walked on the dirt alongside of you,
so that you knew I was always be there.

I walked on the ****** dirt
that nobody gave a thought to.
& it seemed strangely happy that way.
They'll take
Over. To
Remember is
To die.
Unanimously
Remain, or
Endure forever.
Something short and sweet I thought of while reading George Orwell's 1984.
 Mar 2013 Peyton Smith
Julia
Hiatus
 Mar 2013 Peyton Smith
Julia
You sent me
                                        fra
                                                           g
                                                    me                                  nt

After

f                               r    a           gm
                                 e                              

                                                             n
                                            t

of thoughts, wonders, bitter commentary,
shot like darts
in my direction,
& I caught every note
of your needs
& then you left,
& here I am,
left picking up
tiny paper airplanes
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