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In my mind I can see the rain pouring everything it has into the ground,
I can see the sun shining with all its might onto the earth
and I can see the air breathing all its breath to help a single rose blossom and grow,
and I know that due to all these things,
bouquets of flowers are given to lovers to show their affection for one another
and each petal, no matter the color, represents all the feelings we may or may not feel
yet cannot express,
so we give each other flowers to show emotions that mean more than we can say,
just like all the things given to a seed growing in the ground every day
to prove that anything, no matter size, shape or color,
can become beautiful enough to express the one emotion that can never be explained by mere words,
yet easily expressed with a single rose.
 Mar 2015 Ann Nicole
epictails
I know love by how the tears
glistened in my mother's face
as I came home crying one day

I know love by how a passing
stranger changed a fellow stranger's
life with just one look of sympathy

I know love by how a beggar feeds others
before feeding himself despite his
insides telling him to live for himself

I know love by how a young girl
overcame the mean kids in school
with her kind words knowing she did not
deserve it all

I know love by how my best friend  
desperately stopped my hand
from pulling the trigger
gun, pressed coldly to my head

I know love by how you
whisper sweet melodies
in my ears
as I write
this poem for people
to see love everywhere
This is coming from a girl who was often called emotionless/cold hearted several times in her life
 Mar 2015 Ann Nicole
Red Starr
Glow
 Mar 2015 Ann Nicole
Red Starr
And her lips were swollen
Pink-red
Eyes like glass
And gleaming
With
A secret
She wouldn't share
Aphrodite
Venus
And a little bit of
Angelina
She knows
And her eyes
Are knowing
Showing so little
Of the glowing secret
She holds
You want to know
To know
What secrets
She holds
 Mar 2015 Ann Nicole
Dr Strange
Make it stop, make it stop
But it feels so good
My guilty pleasure
The rush...the rush is something I have never felt before
It has heart pounding begging for more
But the very thought of it makes me wanna puke
I hate it, I hate it so
Seeing them scream in pain and agony
This is not who I am!
I'm afraid
Still I want more and it is driving me insane
I sicken myself as I search for a reason to finally let it all go
To make some poor soul pay the price that is not there's to own up to alone
But as my fist swings back and foward I do not care
I just smile and laugh as if it is game to me
But when I finally come back to me sense I wish to cry
The sight is something I despise and I just wonder to myself
Was this really me, I couldn't be
I'm too sweet an innocent to have done something so voracious
But it was me and I hate it
I HATE IT!
Make it go away
Make it stop, make it stop
I don't care how much I enjoy it
Just make it go away
I beg I don't want to hurt anyone else
please, this pleasure is not fun
I beg of thee release me from this torment
I just want to be free of this guilty pleasure
So please just make it stop...

I can't live this life any longer


...
 Mar 2015 Ann Nicole
Luna Elora
Reality isn't what it seems to be.
Imagination holds true power over that.

Nothing you say is in fact, real.

Not to me anyway.

You can't make me change!

My blood is boiling at the very thought of normality.

Just because I see things differently

Just because I'm different.

Does that give you true power over me?
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