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 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Just Melz
Pop
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Just Melz
Pop
pop
Pop
POP
Pop another two down
Swallow
Take a good look around
No one saw the
Sorrow
The tears forming
I hold them back
As I wait for two more to kick in
pop
Pop
POP
Pop as many as I need to take
I need to be numb
I lie
Say the tears are *fake

I cry
deny
Deny
DENY
Deny I feel anything
I feel NOTHING
Don't look at me
Oh
Now I can't breathe
Must be anxiety
pop
Pop
POP
Pop another three
Please...
Pretty little pills
Take this pain away from me
Without you
I feel the truth
#toomuchtohandle
I'm feeling used
Abused
Emotionally consumed
pop
Pop
POP
Pop a few more
Starting to pass out
On the bathroom floor
You were my cure
Now I'm disease ridden
I'll never be pure
But these pills keep the tears hidden
pop
Pop
POP
Popping all these pills
At least my story's already been written
Your kiss is invigorating
Strong like a numbing wave crashing overhead
Followed by the beating sun grazing my tingling skin
A perfect moment
Something I could linger in
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
Robert Ueda
Tell me
What is the role of your soul?
Will you be bold when you're old?
Or will you die quite alone
With a heart full of gold
Much like a buried treasure
Never to be found
Do you skirt around the sound
Or get down with the crowd?

What is
The end that you desire?
Do you define life by it?
Or is the angel a liar?
Are you scared or prepared?
A parade or a pyre?
It doesn't matter much
Just a flame to the fire

A match for the ashes
Tears for a tale
Tell me only what you wish love
I speak only braille
Misunderstood quite often
The object is not talking
It's a story for a siren
Only the deaf are left walking
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
brooke
Round.
 Dec 2014 Rachel Ueda
brooke
i said my face is so round

and a little voice murmured
but so is the sun and moon
the flowers that face the sky,
all the planets that sit heavily
on starry thrones, have you
seen the earth? a l l   f  u  l  l
things inherit the land,  you
could plant gardens on your
jawline and hide n a t i o n s
under your cheekbones,why,
it wouldn't be presumptuous
to say the wounded could be
cradled in the dip of your chin


all good things are *
round
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

loving myself is hard.
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