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She's just a strange girl,
whose steps bore insecurity.
And her limbs awkwardly moves along as she walks.
and she is ashamed of the pitch of her voice.
so she never talks.

And when she does, her words comes out in mystical forms
a language none could understand.

"What gibberish none sense?"
the adult says as he took his scissored hand and cut her tongue.
only to replace it with one that could utter words that pleases him.

and no longer, was she a strange girl.
What was I thinking falling in love with an older man?
No **** he broke my heart.
He's thirty-one.
I'm 18 and dumb.
This is not a poem,
just a lesson.
If anyone needs a punching bag,
Then come over here and take a stab,
If anyone needs a back to skin,
Then come take mine, display your sin.
Roses of red and violets of blue,
Bloom on my skin, I don’t blame you.

Discord
Inside
Strike the chord and I’ll be the bride
Of the rage in your eyes
And the monster residing,
Be the kissed in *******,
And filling my lungs full of mist,
Doing it slowly or else I’ll be missed.

I want to feel what everyone talks about,
I just don’t want to be left out,
Though I’m sure it’s more than that,
Since the scratches from my cat
Make me wish they were multiplied,
Till both my arms are dyed,
And I want them spread across my back,
The image of an egg that’s cracked,
I want them kissed and caressed
Till all my thoughts are confessed,
Then I want to fall asleep in a trap, be trapped.
I can't get enough,
Why should I control it,
When there's no barrier,

I don't feel enough,
Why should I stop myself,
You know I'm masochistic
©Nicola-Isobel H.         23.01.2011
"Good morning," says the gloomy day,
As colored thoughts come into play.
To loiter in the tricky mind,
Wet caves of light one surely finds.

One expends the nights only to
Restore good feelings which seem true.
In search of light, one tries to bore
Himself to drill through inner core.

The heart longs for tranquility
The head befriends disparity,
The eyes grow big like that of owl's
The words expelled so very foul.

While truth presents with benefit,
The wick of doubt is quickly lit.
However strong one fixed the bind,
The power lies with colored mind.
-rcmpencil
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