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Eve Dec 2019
There is a man in front of me

He sits slouched in the corner

His hair is shot and grey-brown

He spends several seconds unpuzzling a

Romantic quote

He doesn't like it

He spends a few reading another post

It says:

Funny

How you can choose between labour

And conservative

But can't decide whether your gay

Or straight

Or like *******

Saucepans

( I think it means pansexual )

He likes this post.

Funny.

The walls of the train

He is alot older than I thought he would be

Less brown

More grey.
Eve Oct 2019
Beauty is pain, they say.

And they are right.

Beauty is the pain of knowing that you are

Not perfect.

Beauty is art, they say

And they are right.

Beauty is a collection of

Imperfect

Shapes

Someone has arranged on

Paper.

Not the Mirror.

Beauty is a choice, I say

I don't know if I'm right.

But I know that

Anyone can be beautiful

(With the right paints)

It's really a question of being

Unique.

And what are more unique than your

Flaws?

We are all

White vases

Cracked in a thousand different ways.

Don't cover them up.

Beauty is flawed.

We are too.
Eve Aug 2019
See that little girl?
No not that one,
She’s dead.
/The one thats walking/
Walking through the city.
/Could you call it a city with no
People?/
Small and cute as a
Button
/no more important either/
Blond hair
Blue eyes
/****** would have been proud/                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
Tattered dress
Scuffed shoes
/nice ones though, rich kid/
Can you hear her?
/’course not, their to far away/
Crying
Noisy tears
/foolish girl/
Blubbering like a fat walrus
/face scrunched up like one/
Can you smell the blood?
The smoke?
The ash?
/the radiation/
See, some things happened
Some bad things.
/Real bad/
People say there used to be
Faith
Hope
/food, shelter, water/
But we know they're lying
/*******/
How could
Could anyone be that
Stupid
/stupid, so, so, stupid/
To lose
That?

/Who?/
Who?
Look, now
She’s looking for food
/clever girl, maybe there’s hope for her yet/
Digging through
Trash
/That’s right, stick hands right in that dustbin/
Shame
/Real,shame/
She won’t starve, that would have been slow
/But not as painful/
No not nearly as painful as
Radiation.
/****** that is./
Oh!
/Ah!/
She’s stumbled
tripped on a
Body
/A small one at that/
Fallen, she’s scraped
Her knees.
/ooh, don’t you worry baby girl daddy will kiss it better/
Will he?
Doubtful
/Oh, my mistake he’s dead./
There all dead.
/I remember now, they did it didn’t they?/
Pressed all those
Red
Buttons
/Will she get up?/
I hope she does
/Hope/
Hope is for
Before
/Now’s after/
See that little girl?
/Yeah! Yeah I see her! I see her!/
She’s
/standing up!/
She’s standing up!
/She’s WALKING/
Isn’t she amazing?
/That little girl/
The world is dead.
/Her parents are dead/
She deserved.
/Deserves/
Don’t start getting hopeful on me now!
/She stood up!/
She deserved to live.
/NO./
She deserved more.
/NONONONONO/
But in the end.
/NONONONONONONONO/
They got her anyway.
/No./
Yes.
/No/
Yes
Slightly confused myself...
Eve Jun 2019
When we fight with

Sound

You’ll always win

You have those cutting glares and

Disdainful tones

You’ll strip me down

Down

Down

Into nothing with a single step.

You’ll break my heart

Shatter my soul

With a single whispered word.

But when we fight on

Text

You’ve got nothing

I’ll burn you down with

Adjectives

Watch as those metaphors slice into you

Laugh when the italics choke you

See those sentences

Cry

Because my head voice

She’s so much louder than me

Always in capitals

She’ll smash you to dust

She’ll take that fleshy heart of yours and smash it into a pulp.

Smile as you bleed ink and pixels.

Watch out

Watch out

My words are coming for

you.
Eve Jun 2019
When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be in the ashes?

Will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you with me?

Because

I

Don’t

Know

Anymore.

I’v lost you

Somewhere between

Now and

Then.

Will you come back?

I need you.

I need to see you face.

I need to see your smile

You tears

Because there all

Beautiful

And I need them.

When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you be dead?

Because I want to die

With you.
Eve Jun 2019
Watch me

Watch me melt

Watch me steam up those

Transparent

Windows

Watch me burn

Watch me burn this

*******

House down.

Watch those ashes

Let them choke you

You

Fickle

Fickle

Children.

And when you pass the

Death and

Charred remains

Remember me

That one you broke

That one you cursed

With you

Fickle

*******

Tongues

Little girls

Little girls

Never grown

Never learn

Fire can burn.
Eve Jun 2019
There once was a lonely

Demon

A tortured

Shadow

Her name was love.

And her tale was dark one

Born of

Hate

Sister of

Desire

Child of hope.

How could she

Ignore the

Shadows

Inside her.

How could she forget the

Screams only

She

Could hear?

Begging

Begging

Begging

Please

Please

Please,

Love

­Open your arms love,

Open them wide,

Wider, wider, come on!

How ever are you going for us in their?

That's hardly enough room,

Love

Why don't you come to

Us

We have more than enough room for

You,

Love

And so,

She fell,

Love

In

To a pit.

Bottomless

Endless

Lightless

A pit called love

And she stayed there.

Beautiful

Tortured

Love.

Stuck with her shadows.

Wasting away

Losing her mind

Piece by

Tattered

Piece,

Love.

What a tragedy.

What a saga.

A star crossed

Sky splintered

Night shattered

Romance  between a

Girl and her

Shadows.

Love and her

Her

Self.

Her broken

Fractured

self,

Love.

Born of hate

Sad

Sorrowful hate

Sister to desire

Brief

Grieving

Desire.

Child of hope

Fading

Dimming

Hope,

Love.
Been a while since I wrote poetry.
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