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Teetering on her baby legs A newborn with a Solo cup bombastic red with a few undulating ribs Held firmly in her hand Is this her first or her third? Somnambulant yet eager And just a little out of place In a foreign territory On newly contested lands She stumbles through a raucous crowd Or was it just white noise? She’s lost her companions Somewhere Although they could very well be close at hand In the distance she can make out Laughing faces Bodies moving to and fro Spilling forward, little messes Throwing back cheap libation She passes through a room and out the door Into the out-of-doors Someone following her unbeknownst Watching her cautious, curious steps And when she turns and sees the blur standing She greets it “Hail Fellow!” Bouncing from variable to variable Frequency to frequency Confident and in command Of a seemingly controlled chaos He approaches smiling and holds out his hand Anonymous Having drawn her attention from the stars That she could not find above Leaning against the garage’s eastern wall She takes it awkwardly Tentative she smiles back reassured Wobbling she returns standing alongside him Or was she in front? Purposeful and en route Emboldened by his presence And how the way was parted before her Just by his being there. By being so close. She felt vaguely special it showed in her half-smile Cloaked in bangs She held her head just a little bit higher The co-conspiratorial glances Met by boys eyes And shes Went unseen by the girl with the Solo cup One of tens upon tens upon tens A coven would have known It’s better not to However. She was shown a seat to rest And her cup refilled She takes a sip and smiles again She takes another and then a gulp That spills He takes the cup away And places it on the low table Suggests she go to the restroom upstairs and get herself Sorted Embarrassed she is relieved for direction Someone knows what’s going on And his caring Taking the time His kind eyes She’s usually alone She waddles up the stairs to find a toilet and a mirror God she thinks I look a mess She tries to fix it The hair The eyes The lips The dress The stomach The ******* The thighs She shrugs her shoulders at her reflection Exhales and steps out again To find him standing there waiting for more. She wants another cup. She’s missing her cup. I’ll get you the cup he says In just a second. Come.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Solo Cup
Teetering on her baby legs A newborn with a Solo cup bombastic red with a few undulating ribs Held firmly in her hand Is this her first or her third? Somnambulant yet eager And just a little out of place In a foreign territory On newly contested lands She stumbles through a raucous crowd Or was it just white noise? She’s lost her companions Somewhere Although they could very well be close at hand In the distance she can make out Laughing faces Bodies moving to and fro Spilling forward, little messes Throwing back cheap libation She passes through a room and out the door Into the out-of-doors Someone following her unbeknownst Watching her cautious, curious steps And when she turns and sees the blur standing She greets it “Hail Fellow!” Bouncing from variable to variable Frequency to frequency Confident and in command Of a seemingly controlled chaos He approaches smiling and holds out his hand Anonymous Having drawn her attention from the stars That she could not find above Leaning against the garage’s eastern wall She takes it awkwardly Tentative she smiles back reassured Wobbling she returns standing alongside him Or was she in front? Purposeful and en route Emboldened by his presence And how the way was parted before her Just by his being there. By being so close. She felt vaguely special it showed in her half-smile Cloaked in bangs She held her head just a little bit higher The co-conspiratorial glances Met by boys eyes And shes Went unseen by the girl with the Solo cup One of tens upon tens upon tens A coven would have known It’s better not to However. She was shown a seat to rest And her cup refilled She takes a sip and smiles again She takes another and then a gulp That spills He takes the cup away And places it on the low table Suggests she go to the restroom upstairs and get herself Sorted Embarrassed she is relieved for direction Someone knows what’s going on And his caring Taking the time His kind eyes She’s usually alone She waddles up the stairs to find a toilet and a mirror God she thinks I look a mess She tries to fix it The hair The eyes The lips The dress The stomach The ******* The thighs She shrugs her shoulders at her reflection Exhales and steps out again To find him standing there waiting for more. She wants another cup. She’s missing her cup. I’ll get you the cup he says In just a second. Come.
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She assumed it was commitment But he was up for just a musement Oh how she held him tight All the while he played her right Hers is a dreamy future with him His head in the clouds, of partying and daydrem. To him he's just another girl To her he is her whole world.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
How ******** Right?
Kiss me like if this night was the last night. Night, last night you could see beyond my eyes. Eyes, beyond my eyes there is this lonely girl. Girl, lonely girl wondering who could listen to her. Kiss her thru this last night beyond her eyes. Lonely girl just listen to her.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Lonely Girl
Behind that cheerful smile hides a very sad girl.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Mask
That girl sitting there Such a beautiful tragedy Her body her grave Her mind a travesty
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
sad but true
That girl who always smiles, She's crying deep inside. When you think you really know, Well newsflash honey, you don't. When she says "I'm fine" Please don't believe her lies She'll never tell you why But at least give it a try When she says "I hate myself" It most likely is true. So please be there for her And tell her to not be blue That girl who always clowns around And makes everybody laugh Believe me when I say she's unhappy, I know 'cause she is me © Leigh Herondale July 2015
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
That Girl
I'm here on the bed, you're there on your game Forgive me for thinking that that's sort of lame You want simulation, I want stimulation That comes from a touch not my imagination I wish you would take me to far away places Instead I'm left wide open with these big empty spaces Wounds need to be dressed, holes need to be filled Someone catch me I'm falling, dont even know if its real Got people calling me an Egirl like Im after flirtation Forgive me for being hungry for just a little conversation Should I just fade away, while you play away Watch me fade away, might not be here someday
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
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