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An etching, a sin
Some may call it
Of the Devil,
A mark of damnation

Carved into your skin
For all to see
Who will reside in hell
While others dream in heaven

A splash of ink
A bit of color
Not natural at all,
But vibrant

A work of art
A sign of community,
A bonding
Unlike any other

This is not a blasphemy
But a showing
Of the bright colors
In your soul.
The cave of a teen is known by others as their room,
This is a place that you enter at your own risk
You may be shouted at
Or greeted with violent music

But this is the home of a teen
Heed the sign that reads "do not disturb"
It was hung for a reason
And a very good one at that

Children look to the teen in aw
But with a twinge of fear at the same time
The old bicker amongst themselves
The teen is too energetic and vibrant for them,

'Tis a pity that the teen should grow old
And become one of those they hate so much,
But the screaming teen will forever be inside you
Let it breath and live your life exactly how you want.
I made you my confession room and opened up my mouth
Without a second thought began to pour my story out
And at the end of every day I could not understand
Why it was that I would feel the weightiest of hands
In slowly passing over me and resting on my head
I knew that they were learning me but why - could not have said
Amalgamated perfectly, my tendencies a prose
They're written down, immutable, the words that I once chose
Oh listener, what have you heard and what can you recite?
Tell the world what I told you, you do remember, right?
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
 Jun 2013 Reilly Nicole
Àŧùl
Watch out,
As you fall,
Again & again,
In love with me.

But don't worry,
Totally carefree,
I'm here oh dear,
To hold you in a hug,
As you fall towards me!

On a rainy day,
As I will hug you,
Our lips shall meet,
Under the mango shade,
And your eyes will speak,
With the eyelids covering them.
You gave me the starting words,
I created it a poem.
My HP Poem #298
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2013 Reilly Nicole
Gabi
Future
 Jun 2013 Reilly Nicole
Gabi
i'm so afraid, i'm so scared.
the future.
a place of fortune, pleasure, milk and honey.
or a place of despair, resentment, forget and loss.

i'm not ready to be an adult; i barely noticed adolescence
creeping up on me.
the future is terrifying, the future is wicked.
it can be changed, although i am certain of mine.

i see broken dreams shattered on the floor,
scattered like pieces of glass piercing the soul of your heavy boots.
i see depression due to the lost friends who once meant so much.
the people you could barely imagine your life without.

i can see the world's future with our wars and disease.
our ****** and hate, greed and selfishness,
the world will die in fire and anguish,
before we even have the chance to **** one another.

i'm so afraid, i'm so scared.
the future is terrifying, the future is wicked.
all i ask is happiness and to not be forgotten.
given that, i will take on the future with every hopeful thought.
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