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Bardo Nov 2023
I had the funniest dream the other night
I was doing something with paintings in the dream
I was picking them up and looking at them
I was in a public place, there was other people around
In the corner of my eye I could make out this girl
She was sitting on a table talking to another girl who was sitting down
She was a Goth girl, a real life Goth girl
She had these big laced boots and the fishnet stockings
She had necklaces and jewellery and the black dress on
She had the black eyeliner and  very pronounced lipstick
And she had her hair done in a funny way that I didn't particularly like
But I can't remember now to describe (maybe it was short or shaven a bit)
Now I wasn't staring at her, I was only regarding her clandestinely out of the corner of my eye
It's like I was saying "Wow! There's a real Goth girl
I'd never met or spoken to a Goth girl before
Suddenly it's like... it's like she notices me for the first time
And she starts watching me... she's looking right at me
Now I'm a bit chuffed by this...flattered
I'm wondering why she'd be interested in an old geezer like me
Anyway just then I decide to glance at her pretending I've only just seen her for the first time
For a moment our eyes they meet
And y'know, she slips me the sweetest smile I've ever seen in my whole life
It's so warm and endearing/welcoming, open and innocent.. so cute
It's like she's saying "Hello there you, I'd love to get to know you"
Me! I don't know what to do, I'm blown away,
Gulp! I'm all at sea and I'm floundering
But I got to do something... so I kinda smile back at her and give her a little wink
Then I quickly look back at my paintings
The next time I dare to look over she's right there, right in front of me, this fabulous all her wonderful terribleness LoL
It's obvious she wants to make herself known to me
It all proves too much though... I chicken out
I pull out of the dream
I guess... I'm only a Shy Boy really.
Another funny dream, I kinda hope I'll meet her again some night.
Ammar Younas Nov 2018
Put my numb soul with some love
in a jar of imagination
and poke some holes in the lid
so hopes may breathe

Or when you catch fireflies
hold me in your fist as well
and keep watching
if we are still lightning

Or put me in your eyes with eyeliner
so I may stay close to your dreams
and see myself
if I am there or not
Zero Nine Jun 2017
What's worse than
running amok?

What's worse than

I'll tell you
drawn tonight.

In my marrow
enmity grows,
infects my self-regard.
How else did I find
myself here, dejected,

wholly wet
brief contentment

through besmirched
streaming my face

in a mirror,
in your home,
at night without a car?
I'll catch the TriMet

to my bed, once again.
Tsaa Feb 2017
her story lies behind the layers of foundation and her waterproof eyeliner
she has a name people say but an identity she can no longer come to terms with
people hand her bandages but the scars will always bleed through and she's learned to accept this
she has a script where each page opens with the question on whether or not she's okay but she never is
they tell her to go to church but there are demons within her that aren't the ones religion can simply bless and pray away
she presents eyes with a vibrant shade of brown but all she can see through them are black and white
she's troubled, in pain, lost, insecure, scared, but most of all...

she's more than the layers of foundation and waterproof eyeliner
b e mccomb Jul 2016
get out of
drink a cup of
put on some
and i promise
you'll feel
Copyright 11/17/15 by B. E. McComb
Amada M Forbes Sep 2015
Applying it so terribly wrong.
I sing a song and go along.
It's so strong-can't help but cry.
"Oh my god it's in my eye!"

And with this thought I can't deny.
"Why oh why did I even try?!"

With every blink I'm shocked to see.
The loads of pitiful, black debris.

Completely angered by the mess.
I rub my lids with such finesse.

The attempt on fixing what was done.
To try again, oh how dumb!

Rinsing, Washing, repeating a mess.
I am done-theres no progress.

My face and eye now clear as day.
I've realized something, I have to say.

"This is junk, a waste of money.
With it on, I just look funny."

With my vision, I now see.
A beautiful face in front of me.

"No need for liner, no need for mess.
When natural beauty is at its best."
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