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I wish I had the words to say to make it go away Rinse it down the drain Wash away in the rain Float off with the clouds I can see it now Darling You look in the mirror But keep staring at the ground Darling The girl in the red dress Oh God, who is she now? Why is she not here when I need her most? The one in the red dress Darling I need her ghost Standing in the mirror But staring at the ground She’s still here She is changed now Standing in the mirror Rip open the closet There it is Red so solid, so pure Like ruby jewels Won in a duel by the treasure connoisseur Red like rose Strawberries Lipstick Tomatoes The dress Pristine like the day she wore it I wish I had the words to say to make it go away Rain, wash it all away Large dewy teardrops Fall heavy From the sky Settle on the ground Reflection I frown Darling You look in the mirror But keep staring at the ground You can see only yourself now Why do you frown? Darling lift your head up I am here with you now The girl in the red dress The best of me I must confess
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC
All I See is Red
There's something 'bout Halloween That lights a part of my heart Usually feeling dormant and chilled Warms a few degrees above The falling temperature outside An Autumn fog comes and fills my mind Early in the morning when I wake Its the only time of the year That I remember being happier Throughout my childhood Somehow we always had enough to dress up Wear socks with holes With poking toes in too small shoes Running as fast as my faltering lungs could take me Door by door on the least scary night At least for me For my greatest fears, I faced everyday In my own home where I feared closing my eyes I go back, "Trick or Treat", I'd repeat Knowing anything I'm handed is a treat in itself Never wanting to go back to the darkest house Even once all light posts turned off It's still my favorite
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
All Hallows Eve
Oh yes! Alone it may seem The shining bead, iced in cream But it has many to talk On it, the tinkerbells walk And then they make its braid And dress it like the bridesmaid Although it may not be the bride But it is yet happy and dressed, all in white😉
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
Moon (2)
He slips on a dress, looks in the mirror to see the material clinging to his contours and embraces all the possibilities that come to him. The power is palpable to this side no one sees - himself - released, exuding the best parts of his character Ready for an unready world.
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Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
The Dress
*I got to say these things that were eating away at my soul like the birds, Birds that happen to look a whole lot like crows, who only ever go after the dead decaying prays, because when it's dead, it's easiest to ****** away. But I spoke line after line like the little white lines that lie in long lines, on the highways where the dead bodies have been laid out to dry, I was not going to give into your games let alone cry, but if I must shed some tears to tell all the fears you have put on me, then my eye will bleed red, and never dry out,* **And for me to pour my heart out onto you, is as evil as the crow you are, while you plot where you're going to pick me apart first when I finish, but like the crows and the dead carcase I am, we all have rights, but like the bandages that can't stick around to fix my wounds,** *im sorry, A thing I've been more often than sometimes, so its hard to fill in the bubbles of how someone hurts,* **when the scales seem to add up in the favor of the other hand. But that still gives me no right to act and do the things you do, and play dress up in rooten old skin,** *like you have set the example for me, to lie to those who stared death in the face and went on as before, but before they were nothing and after there still wasn't something,* **and you checked the boxes under the bubbles. securing they would be fine. when in reality they were fine like you said,** *if you compared their mental status to that of yours. who let someone roam around like a dead corps.* as the crows above circled and waited, *mocking, taunting,* **waiting for the innocence of an infant to mess up. so they could finally strike.** *I get it's only human nature, Just like the circle of life,* **But why do people have to keep neglecting children, until those vultures finally strike.**
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Road ****
*I got to say these things that were eating away at my soul like the birds, Birds that happen to look a whole lot like crows, who only ever go after the dead decaying prays, because when it's dead, it's easiest to ****** away. But I spoke line after line like the little white lines that lie in long lines, on the highways where the dead bodies have been laid out to dry, I was not going to give into your games let alone cry, but if I must shed some tears to tell all the fears you have put on me, then my eye will bleed red, and never dry out,* **And for me to pour my heart out onto you, is as evil as the crow you are, while you plot where you're going to pick me apart first when I finish, but like the crows and the dead carcase I am, we all have rights, but like the bandages that can't stick around to fix my wounds,** *im sorry, A thing I've been more often than sometimes, so its hard to fill in the bubbles of how someone hurts,* **when the scales seem to add up in the favor of the other hand. But that still gives me no right to act and do the things you do, and play dress up in rooten old skin,** *like you have set the example for me, to lie to those who stared death in the face and went on as before, but before they were nothing and after there still wasn't something,* **and you checked the boxes under the bubbles. securing they would be fine. when in reality they were fine like you said,** *if you compared their mental status to that of yours. who let someone roam around like a dead corps.* as the crows above circled and waited, *mocking, taunting,* **waiting for the innocence of an infant to mess up. so they could finally strike.** *I get it's only human nature, Just like the circle of life,* **But why do people have to keep neglecting children, until those vultures finally strike.**
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You call me your princess, but I'm not worthy of a title filled with such nobility. I'm far from regal, you see, and I wish you wouldn't give me so much to live up to. For I'm destined only to disappoint when you hold hopes so high. I'm nothing more than a child playing dress-up in her grandmother's old clothes, pretending to be royalty. What you think you see, is nothing more than make-believe
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Playing Dress Up