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willow martz Jan 2015
if i could use
the stars to show my
love for you,
the entire night sky
would not be vast enough
of a canvas.
willow martz Jan 2015
fire.*
i sit in my car alone,
staring at the blinking
red light.
hello, hello
it says over and over again.
red.
red.
red.
blink
hello, hello
i blink.
again and again.
fire. fire. fire.
hello, hello*
fire. fire. fire.
red fire. red fire.

the dam is broken,
it cannot be released.

the fire will
not
cease.
-w.d.

i do not know if this is clear, but i am speaking of someone who is so emotionally broken they cannot even cry.
willow martz Jan 2015
i grab my brush,
styling my hair,

"you have to look your best darling."

my hands shake as i dust
the porcelain powder over my nose,

"you have to be well groomed,"

as steady as i can,
i line my lips with amber red, shade 204.

but my hand slips,
and the red mark in on my cheek.

'why wont you take care of yourself!? its as if you dont care!"

line my lips.
brush my hair.
apply mascara.

no mistakes.
"you have to look your best."

each day i put on my mask,
i was taught to do so young.

as long as i look good,
what else matters..
right?
-w.d.
willow martz Dec 2014
this
is not
a poem.

this
is not
a poem.

no
    matter
  what i say    you
  will believe what
                                         you want.

    please listen to me.

this
is not
a poem.

please listen to me.

this
is not
a poem.

                   pl
                       ease...
willow martz Dec 2014
every star, blade of grass,
every cloud and flower we pass,
some are not noticed,
not even cared for,
but still needed, i'm sure.
-w.d.
so many metaphors.
willow martz Dec 2014
sooner or later
everything needs each other,
and there i felt purpose.
-w.d.
based off the poem 'poem of the one world' by Mary Oliver.
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