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Textured feelings
Lead to confused hearts.
Sweet satin mornings
Mixed with sandpaper afternoons
And bittersweet evenings
Paint a picture of frustration.
Embrace the joy,
While caressing the edge of heartbreak.
Stop to smell the roses of life,
But in a bouquet of emotion,
The velvety aroma of love overpowers
The quiet odor of suspicion.
 Sep 2013 Rosalie Walker
Hayden
Ama
 Sep 2013 Rosalie Walker
Hayden
Ama
My heart, it stops, I know nothing, I am blinded.
It is empty, dark, cold, all around me,
Your hand reaches inside and rips out all that is left.
I cry out your name, no response.
No one is there to hear my call,
I am alone in my pain.
Water begins to devour everything, it creeps up my body, I drown in my loneliness.
These fears are endless,
Questions consume my soul,
Until everything stops.
My blood runs cold like everything else, the pain is gone.
Darkness may come ,
The rain may fall.
Whats there to believe,
If you've lost it all?

Trust in yourself and the world my be free.
The darkness will have no hold on thee.
Hallucinogenic eugenics
False beauty
Portrayed poorly
Because its unreal
Yet
The feelings pursue me
Persecution
Prosecution
Against this prostitution of emotions
I sell myself cheap
$15.00
Is the price for my soul
Sold
To the mass
Extinction of reality
Whose to say this bouquet
Of roses
Cant arise before
My death
I decorate
The interior
To design a mind
That’s perfected
In the opinions
Of those who know
No better
Drama setter
Setting the décor
For the setting
Letting the encore
Bring life
In the form
Of more roses
Atrocious Notoriety
From unwanted fame
Or
A poor poet
Starving artist
Projected as a failure
In this motion picture
Called life
Just a Psychedelic girl
And Nothings gonna change my world
Blue skies
Kaleidescope eyes
Tan thighs, time flies
Flies away, don’t exist
Colors dripping off my lips
Looking for one perfect kiss
Kiss the sky, flying high
Goodbye time, hello mind
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