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Take a sip Strawberry syrup Sweet and soft But never enough Strawberry sweetness Smooth in your mouth Tangy but not sour Covering the dollhouse Strawberry syrup Dripping from your lips Red On your fingertips Staining the lace On your pretty white dress Strawberry syrup Making a mess Can’t see through the syrupy haze Covering my eyes in a strawberry glaze
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Strawberry Syrup
Sweet and strong flower Set aside having to deal with all the excess power Politics corrupt the once functional family She must shelter her only son As the vulture's attack... the press never tells solid truths... Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed" by those creative nut-sacks. She is forced to wear a smile even though she is stronger than they may think or may know Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent Acting mild and mild-mannered although I know, she is a lot like me She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free She loves her country and family however, she needs to save herself As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country Family cannot be ruled like such He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention The coldness of false affections... Doesn't the Trumpeter know? As he sounds the "call of unity" He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases from cold and empty and less feeling family halls that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family Through these heartbreaking attacks where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating To them, he needs to show love's Breezes. She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands where he stands, wondering, "Why?" As she melts down their wedding bands. She shall do the job that both parents do. This is such a story set askew. "Do your job," she does it well. The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells. Families deserve their "quiet and private eras" Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory" The family might be citizens of this country" That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!" In her heart, it does way a ton. "Enough is enough" "I am not a fragile and wilting flower" She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers. I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower" Not as a diss It is more than this... It is a compliment. Beauty is only skin deep As such are stereotypes... They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded... As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power... She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans For country and foremost, family. She shall be the one to point the last finger "I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.." "Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power" "Since I'm not your Definition" "A weak and Fragile Flower."
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
Sweet and Strong Flower
Sweet and strong flower Set aside having to deal with all the excess power Politics corrupt the once functional family She must shelter her only son As the vulture's attack... the press never tells solid truths... Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed" by those creative nut-sacks. She is forced to wear a smile even though she is stronger than they may think or may know Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent Acting mild and mild-mannered although I know, she is a lot like me She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free She loves her country and family however, she needs to save herself As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country Family cannot be ruled like such He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention The coldness of false affections... Doesn't the Trumpeter know? As he sounds the "call of unity" He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases from cold and empty and less feeling family halls that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family Through these heartbreaking attacks where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating To them, he needs to show love's Breezes. She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands where he stands, wondering, "Why?" As she melts down their wedding bands. She shall do the job that both parents do. This is such a story set askew. "Do your job," she does it well. The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells. Families deserve their "quiet and private eras" Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory" The family might be citizens of this country" That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!" In her heart, it does way a ton. "Enough is enough" "I am not a fragile and wilting flower" She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers. I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower" Not as a diss It is more than this... It is a compliment. Beauty is only skin deep As such are stereotypes... They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded... As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power... She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans For country and foremost, family. She shall be the one to point the last finger "I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.." "Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power" "Since I'm not your Definition" "A weak and Fragile Flower."
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me rich Great Again follow dreams to a place where freedom ebuffed my  businessman Mar-a-Lago Club resort is mine to escape the spotligh Our culture has gotten too mean and too rough, More weighty details are scarce Berwyn speech, without a hint of irony deep love and respect” dropped slightly as my race tightens after a plagiarism controversy
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Great Again
I’d love to pour out all of my anger Tell the whole world who you’ve been dating lately Tell the whole world who you’ve been cheating on baby In what filthy things you’ve been participating Should I remind you I embraced you daily And now you’re acting shady And kind of shocking and maybe I *********** with a wrong person But I was Completely into our friendship Indeed, I loved you You said I ruined it I say you ruined me I helped you out a thousand times Now will you help me out of all this **** Who’s now a piece of crap Who’s now to blame Why didn’t you tell everything? You’re struggling now for your fame That’s why you’re so late With all your blames And when your so called diva moment comes down You’re gonna understand how much you were wrong
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
melanie martinez ****
I told her I'd never fallen in love with an alien before She gave me an odd glance And then I told her she was out of this world She chuckled and smiled And at that moment it became evident Her lips don't even have to touch mine for me to get lost in them
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Smile For The Lost
~ I'm standing here        In this doorway    Halfway between where I have been And where I will go      And I can't help but cry tears of joy.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
~doorway~
I get lost in your kiss Yet feel at home on your lips
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Home For The Lost
I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf I added water so she wouldn't go dry Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die I watched as she grew Time flew and flew Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky As she prospered and danced I noticed a change Something very strange that caught my eye Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life In place of green, She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper And it was there she made her illustration so divine A perfect drawing of a heart That turned out to be mine
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
A Flowering Love
You are the truest part of me When I close my eyes, it is not to sleep, But to fade into a place where holding onto you keeps me sane and safe. It is often called reality. And any place where our love is stopped from flourishing Is nothing more than an ill conceived nightmare. I still have faith I'll wake up to a bouquet of your kisses, sweeter than any rose could hope to be.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
My Sweetest Reality
*A faint wheeze Running through my lungs When there's nothing else to hear I'll drown in silence Without the sound of you And find solace in death so near*
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Reticent
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
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