Scatter the petals
Rose's dipped
in red paint.

Blow out the candles
That sparkle
in your eyes.

Softly let me go
Dreams repeating
a broken record.

Providing a muse
My love for you
set me free

Now I feel
Torn to pieces
from love undone.

Catch a ray of light
Shining into my life
high as a kite.

Euphoria leaving me
Drunk on love
self induced elation.

Happiness transcends
Through every bone
in my body.

Your music is my trance
Spinning in circles
my own MDMA.

My feet leave the ground
My prayers enhanced
molly beside me.

You're my small Chanel tab
Placed on my tongue
drug of choice.

Gaultier gown, Haute Couture
Icon of this past decade
femme de la nuit.

© Sia Jane

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"You're better suited for making love than for making war. "  
The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie

Growing up seems harmless
But it causes so much damage

coke, cigarettes
and salad
that is all
in my diet

the pressure
on myself
to be thin
is high
above
the radar

ain't got platinum hair
or stilettos up to here
all I have is an average body
I am no skinny mini

I feel the pressure of
our society
it wants us
to be perfect
and stick thin
but I am none
of those things

glamour seems to be
self destruction
and eating disorders
manic depression
and starvation
none of those
are healthy
but our society
they glamorize
our deadly
addictions
and our
unhappy
decisions

I miss the days
when Marilyn Monroe
was seen as a *** symbol
not for a thin appearance
but for her beauty
and captivating curves

your body shape
is something
you shouldn't be ashamed of
you are beautiful
no matter what
it's our society
which really *****

Faeries & goblins, angels & demons
in the sky above
or on the ground below
make a wish on a
dandelion clock, watch the pieces
dissipate into the
cloudy blue skies
as a rainbow forms
amidst droplets of rain
peal away those petals
off the daisy braided flower
we must all eventually
f
      a
            l
                  l
from our seeming grace
be that a leaf, a branch
snowfall, even you
we all fall apart, in this
torn up land
collapsing like a snowman
melting in the heat
puddles of water
glazed with ice
how you stare at your reflection
in that heaven made pool
of crystallized water
lightening diamonds
gazing closer you lose footing
face downwards you tumble
lost in a fabricated mirror
measuring your self worth
dream state or nightmare
truth or dare
it becomes your wonderland, the
gateway to your dreams
those angels and faeries
will surrender their love
cushioning the blow with those clouds
they'll let you ride that unicorn over the rainbow
those goblins will stitch you into custom
fitted couture
majestic carpets pass with lovers of before
fantasy? reality?
are they merging as one?
unable to think or feel, was she
living or dying?
was she over the edge or still hovering
above
flashbacks of life
making their place known
in her dreams she is usually
dying
these were the ones that
were the best she ever
had
she knew she wouldn't go to
hell
as hell was her place on earth
so maybe heaven awaited
and this was her chance.

© Sia Jane

tears are wasted often
on the people
who touch
and then
abandon

feelings are evil
only trouble
it leaves you
in a bubble
trapped inside
with no hopes of escape
it leaves you lost
and confused
about what love is
what it's meant to feel like
what it is meant to portray
what it is meant to create

we fall so many times
for the same trick
we feel so weak
emotions leave us
feeling hopeless

we cling to such bad habits
people whom are addictive
we get lost in our lives
it feels quite tragic

we try and see
the good
even in
the bad

it is sad
how we
fall victim
to the same ****
again and again

bad luck finds it's way
into your gentle veins
and poisons, weakens
it changes you
completely

it changes it all
the way you think
the way you touch
the way you kiss
the way you
separate yourself
from everyone else

not a nice way
of living
living in fear
all of the time
spending your days
in fear of being abandoned
and broken, torn, blinded
by the thoughts
and doubts
stopping you
from being free
and somewhat happy

we're supposed to be close
best of friends at heart

cold hands on me
causing me to freeze
and then slowly melt
when you kiss the skin
covering my heart

tender touch
light as air
yet I feel
your cold
yet soft hands
when they brush
against my sides
as tender as a feather

right over here
and there
almost
everywhere