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alex Mar 2016
you stand in
the grey;
because absolute
black or white
lacks
the beauty of
balance
that you love
so much.
stand in the middle of
the scales in
iustitia's hands;
that's what you
say when
someone asks
who are you with.
but in reality,
flip the coin over,
open the blindfolds,
rid of the façade.
and everyone
will find that you
are indeed the
most hideous.
the puppeteer
and the raisonneur;
everyone was fire
and chaos was the smoke.
but you, you
were the lighter.
inspired by a character.
Allison Jones Jan 2016
A smile, a nod, a promise
I’m fine. But meanwhile
A hurricane rips right through
My mind.
Maple Mathers Jan 2016
I crawled out of bed
Adjusted my thoughts
My heart on my sleeve
And my stomach in knots

I damaged my brain
To powder my nose,
The abyss of my conscience . . .
As the wind blows

I grabbed at my gloves
Pulled on my pretense
Confused and uncertain
Why life felt so dense

The life that I saw
On med after med
Now only exists
Within Maple’s head

In front of you, now
Gift wrapped and retouched
Hope you like what you see
Cause I don’t very much

Dressed and well-practiced
In subtle charade
I’ve nothing but danced
This stark masquerade.
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
She would scratch the surface
To let the old paint fall
Exposing the barrenness
Of the walls.

Then she would,
As she was hired to do,
Cover it up with a foliage
Of green. Nonetheless
Mimicking growth.

- 01/20/16
Maple Mathers Jan 2016
I come to you now
All gift-wrapped - and such
Hope you like what you see,
Cause I don't, very much.

Dressed, and accomplished
Within the charade,
I've nothing but danced
This stark masquerade.
My mind is shot. My words are not. So, here's what tumbled out.



All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
Ricky Jan 2016
"I see you bleeding.
Skin merely masks your blood flow."
Said smile to the face.
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