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Little thoughts
Crazy thoughts
Litter up my head
They pitter patter on my skull
Begging to be free

Stupid thoughts
Laughable
Making me feel strange
If anyone ever peeped inside
They'd fear I'm insane
Just a tune that came to mind to which I wrote this silly poem for
All those designer clothes and bejeweled accessories
Aren't going to hide the black heart you carry*
INSIDE
You may be surrounded by wealth but wouldn't you rather have a friend more loving than gold?
She's got roses in her hair
And* mud over her heels
Her
sun kissed skin shines
As she
dances in the meadow

Her brash laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her; dizzily
As if in a ballroom; 
like a lover

Eccentric* is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In *nature's company
Why, don't we all long to be free!
Maybe you need to stop sticking your nose in the air
Because without looking down
                                                           you
                                                                     may
                                                                                F
                                                                                         A
                                                                                                  L
                                                                                                        L
And we would'nt want that to happen now would be
Mirrors are deceptive minxes
Gleefully making you insecure
When you're thin in a gown
Yet lumps  unfold in the mirror's glare.

Thighs curved and tight in those jeans
Become a large and saggy reflection; mocking
Denial isn't an option
Not when the evidence is right in front of you.

You fall for the mirror's  deception
And try to get rid of the imperfections
Diets and exercise but it never changes
The imperfections keep building up
No matter how hard you try.

Now the dresses and jeans fall off
Barely hanging on
Yet the lumps and skin are still there
When you look in the mirror; ashamed.

Your twin shows no change
Forget doctorly concern; weight machine readings
You have to work harder; erase the faults
Because the mirror never lies does it?
Perfection is the image made by the mind yet everyone is perfect just the way they are.
They say blood is thicker than water
And Friendships never last

Yet I see flaws in their words
Cracks in their statements
As I gaze upon mine.

Is it possible for a mother to not cherish her son?
Is it possible for siblings to exploit and milk one another
Of their riches and simultaneously not care for their hearts?
Is it possible for children who grew up together to cast away
Their eyes when their brother is bleeding broken on the floor?

Behind their embracive hugs and smothering kisses
To us, their brothers dearest
They spy in our eyes and our fathers smiles
Such riches that will carry them to their swollen graves

Alas however friends though not related turn out to be
The second family you are granted by choice
Your staunchest supporters; your gentle confidants
Will be the friends that stick by you no matter what

Isn't it surreal that friends would drop everything to come to your aid?
Isn't it surreal that friends will degrade themselves to console you?
Isn't it surreal for a best friend to know you fully and understand you
Completely more than family and then accept you with your flaws?*

Family is stuck with you; no choice given-tough luck!

Yet friends choose YOU; your Knights in shining armour
Spilling out my frustration with words and rhythm
Our world is beautiful
If you stop and truly view it
Even with all the violence and anarchy
The grass still remains a lush green
And the water continues to flow

The fruits grow ever riper
With the starry night shining so bright
The animals live together interdependent
In blissful harmony
Given no choices otherwise; simple LIVING

OUR WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL
                                                                
IF WE STOPPED RUINING IT SO
WITH OUR POLLUTION AND DESTRUCTION
                                                                                 *
FOR TRULY IN THIS HEAVENLY PLANET

*WE ARE THE PARASITES LEECHING IT OF LIFE.
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