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Hazel Redwood Aug 2018
When you think of me
I hope you think of my best not when others have put me through a test. Ignorance is always bliss. Rip the band aid off and leave me to bleed..
You know me,
the best I guess loved you more others less. Trusted you and well we have both failed each other's quests.
So together now let's explore what is it you see what do you adore. What do you hate can you handle more?

A joke, a laugh a gas giggling moment i guess so riddle me this over again
Lets start this midnight quest
Lets begin:

When you think of me
What do you see?
Am I someone weak or strong
pretty or not
Old or young
Good enough
Or less
I putting you through your own test
Someone who's just a thot
Or do you find me hot
**** and *** a blessing in disguise I guess.
When you think of me
What do you feel ?
Love
affection
Happiness
Be real
Haha meh nothing
Or more like
Disappointment and confusion
Am I like a Contusion a bruise on your elbow . Just plain annoying
Truly you know I'm not always mellow


Ah ha got it
Nothing you see
For to you I'm crazy
When you think of me ?
A smile or a frown
Do I let you down
Do I bring you up
I can fix your crown
King or queen
an ace I am
I really do love strawberry jam
Chocolate or chips
Sweet or sassy
When you think of me
Is it fleeting like lightening
Or just a moment that flashes by
A quick glimpse of a smile
a wink of an eye
Or a frown of discernment ?
Better yet a tear of disappointment
Rare to find joy behind those eyes.
Its my fault
****
Great disguise.
When you see me what do you see?
Love
Lust
equality
Pretty face
Nice *** and ****
Or a personality
Ahh not your eyes love-
But deep inside me,
What do you really feel?
When you touch me -
Does it make you smile
Do you feel relaxed
maybe a little wild
Nevermind you might be disgusted

When you love me
Is it because your lonely.
Am I just a body for warmth at night
Are you demons running away when I slide under the sheets to stay
Or do you only care when no one is in sight. Your ***** little secret maybe to embarrassed to diaplay
Affection is like a disease to you.
More like an affliction or two.
Like it once maybe twice but thrice you hate me.. Turn to stand and walk away.
Just a toy for today.

Does Your heart skip a beat in your chest
Is there something there,
In that heart of yours
Dusty and boarded I cant see enough.
I guess my life got pretty tough
Do you see you or just the worst in me
Nevermind the answer
I will tell you what I see.
it is me after all,
Breaking it down like a wrecking ball?
Why me!
question number one I'm nothing special
What CAN I see
I don't compare to your ex's Never claimed to be the best
I know I'm better then your last.
One of a kind made here in the USA
My grade would be an A
I'm nothing more then a jokeTo you and your closest friends
Pick on me point at me make me feel less. **** me off. Let's see what it takes.. To make her
Runaway its a joke
I guess I'm to easy
shes crazy you say!!
We love her
But not really ..
Talking **** sitting next to me
Scoff some more
now I am dying laughing on the floor
a game its become to see
Who hurts the most.
Aye keep it going  
running away you made it work
Who could love me
Me of course

Protective jealous
A rage maybe
I guess its all in what you want
Just not your type
At least on the outside
Or for your heart
The Worst I guess
At least from you to me

A little cuddly
I know
Insecure
Immature
Selfish
No self worth
Honest
Blunt
Elegent
Entertainment of course
Clothes on or off today?
Making me feel like a *****
your not  just any guy
Nothing more then a hypocrite
I love my chocolate pie
I love to watch people
throw
***** looks
******* again
I laugh at you as you throw the hook
Loving life
Its best for us
To bad we would rather choke
Sometimes I wonder
Maybe its not right
Im not Just a *****
My legs don't spread for anyone
Probably to ***** for most
But it's kind of fun.

I hope this isnt the side that you adore
For I can be
Selfish and mean
Callous and cold
Calculating and vindictive
To those who hurt me
Too professional at times
Overprotective
**** it blurred lines
Dont know how to smile
All the time
Resting ***** face
Clean and clear
No wrinkles to erase
Keeps the skin clear
Sometimes I lie because I dont want to hurt you.
Sometimes
I
Am
Too:
Protective
Jealous
Mean
Lazy

I want you to run, so you can't attack my pride.
Hurt me like the rest,
Its the ultimate test
Win or loose
Its up to you
Let's compare
I'll run and hide
I don't like taking sides

I guess I'm a gem when I'm not my worst self
Caring loving sweet and a pretty face to see nice *** and **** a display of art i guess
scared lonely  this world will drive a sane person crazy.
Why do I care
I'm just me.
Someone to always wear her heart on her sleeve
The way to get hurt I do believe
At least its me being real

i Cry and weep
sob and sleep
What's wrong with me
I'm not the worst person can't you see
Lessons learned
But never enough
For I'm changing day to day another moment another way
Another lesson learned
Time to sway far
Yet near
Not loosing myself again dear.
I promise one day I might be good enough.

Until then I hope you get your jokes worth.
Til the end
I try to change daily and be the best me. Not good enough for you I see
You have no pride in me  Locked away in a closet like a prize doll to take out and play with,
Til your done then toss me back..

I'm not just here to please you
I am here to
love and please me
No heart attacks
please
Let's be blunt and real
  leave me here to bleed.
Hatred is a harmful seed
Now enjoy the night
These words are done
Have some fun
******* and the horse you rode in on.
Bleeding the bandaids gone
narcissistic love
I have watched so many people in a narcissistic relationship loose them selves and feel crazy.. Some of the thoughts that run through the victims head go a bit like this. All over the place self doubt and learned self hate.. Lowering them to nothing but brianstew. Leaving them a shallow shell of themselves victimized and afraid .. This is the story of a girl who found her voice again..
A W Bullen May 2017
We will know no sorrows here..

Dark matter poured taut
in ebon plastic,
elegent, limber, perched on spikes.
Confined in chosen monochrome,
so lithe in gritted temper.

Full fraught on waves of jaw - smoke,
tumble nails from this wretched pelt.
Enscribe my will
on soft , ribbed, levees
Spread and buttered oysters
downed , your earthy spices ground
against my viscid grin.

Now raise the dead in frantic transport
Sound the depths of this cracked voice
Imagining....

We will know no sorrows here.
Marian Dec 2012
Nature is everything
From tiny protozoa to the largest whale
Even the simplest insects
Contain elegent complexity
Beauty in even the most ugly beast.

Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm,
Like a natural healing balm,
From the largest beast to the smallest fly;
Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high!

The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night,
Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight!
The light, the sun, the rays,
And light of the first morning’s day,

Are all a part of beauty;
Nature is a beautiful treasure to see!
Nature is my favorite theme,
The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme!
The leaves are falling from the trees,
And land inside the blue-green seas.

Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars
Dancing fish and snarling wolves
A little red fox trotting across cold snow
A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land
The aurora borealis and corona of the sun
The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered
Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them
Even these touch upon nature
A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth
The whole of Mother Nature,
Her essence, and the ideas around her
Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed
The essence of life subtly covers all
Echoing the shapes and spirals
Mountains high and valleys low,
Spiders and creepy crawlies
Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms
A world of life in even the tiniest
Drop of water or crumb of dirt
All this beauty and wonder
Falls in Gaia's realm

A sunrise in the sky,
Birds chirping in the trees so high,
The sun reflecting on the sandy shore;
It also hits the forest floor.

The hot and dry desert with scorching sand,
The long miles of vast-bare land,
Only a few birds chirp in the air;
There’s no water over there!

The mountains of powder white,
Are so pretty even at night,
When owls do roam and birds doth sleep;
In trees on mountains steep.

Cats that are a homeless stray,
Still walk onward even in the cold day,
They sleep outside at night;
No one should make them homeless they have no right!

Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind,
Still she walks onward through the wind,
She looks onward crying;
Watching sick animals dying.

Help this earth become a better one,
Until then our work may never be done,
The sun may never fade away;
Or the sky ever become gray,
But help keep Mother Nature from crying;
As she watches sick animals dying.
Written by: Faerie Girl and Marian as a duet of poetesses!!
Lucky Queue Dec 2012
Nature is everything
From tiny protozoa to the largest whale
Even the simplest insects
Contain elegent complexity
Beauty in even the most ugly beast

Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm,

Like a natural healing balm,

From the largest beast to the smallest fly;

Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high!

The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night,

Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight!

The light, the sun, the rays,

And light of the first morning’s day,

Are all a part of beauty;

Nature is a beautiful treasure to see!

Nature is my favorite theme,

The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme!

The leaves are falling from the trees,

And land inside the blue-green seas.

Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars
Dancing fish and snarling wolves
A little red fox trotting across cold snow
A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land
The aurora borealis and corona of the sun
The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered
Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them
Even these touch upon nature
A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth
The whole of Mother Nature,
Her essence, and the ideas around her
Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed
The essence of life subtly covers all
Echoing the shapes and spirals
Mountains high and valleys low,
Spiders and creepy crawlies
Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms
A world of life in even the tiniest
Drop of water or crumb of dirt
All this beauty and wonder
Falls in Gaia's realm

A sunrise in the sky,
Birds chirping in the trees so high,
The sun reflecting on the sandy shore;
It also hits the forest floor.

The hot and dry desert with scorching sand,
The long miles of vast-bare land,
Only a few birds chirp in the air;
There’s no water over there!

The mountains of powder white,
Are so pretty even at night,
When owls do roam and birds doth sleep;

In trees on mountains steep.

Cats that are a homeless stray,
Still walk onward even in the cold day,
They sleep outside at night;
No one should make them homeless they have no right!

Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind,
Still she walks onward through the wind,
She looks onward crying;
Watching sick animals dying.

Help this earth become a better one,
Until then our work may never be done,
The sun may never fade away;
Or the sky ever become gray,
But help keep Mother Nature from crying;
As she watches sick animals dying.
Poetic collaboration with Marian
Amir Apr 2010
the slow trickle
of water torture,
beads of
glacial sweat
carving canyons,
torrents of rain
sweeping
leaves
dirt
and trash
through a
miraculous dance
passed the curb and
down the drain.

to the living
minutes and moments
are just drops of water
                on an icicle.

such an elegent procession,
such elaborate progression,
and, too, ulimately fragile,
      the reality of mortality.

furthermore,
              on time:
we view the world
as a stop motion animation.
perception of time
is invented,
utterly subjective
and therefore fallible.

time is,
quite literally,
an optical illusion,
a homegrown hoax.

all moments can be one moment
to that which blinks but once.
the sum of all instants
is one single instant.

and so
stalactites
reach for
stalagmites,
bond and be one,
and find comfort
in their caves.

attraction has
its origins
in the atoms.
maybe earlier.
that was jim morrison's
"atomic love".
electrons were the first roses.
© Amir 2009
PK Wakefield Aug 2012
it was november it was raining just a little bit
of rain was powder fine glisten soaking
the frail pale length of the forest long dark
sleepily crisp in gnarled and in limbs
crooked elegent
the way was streaming(bent with treees)over
and a sprig of magic sharply
in my nape first creeping
through loam(worms)
my chest
worn of heart broken, i
through gnarled lengths of long sleeping trees
freshly said life
in the nicely dead forest
my heart(worms)creeping
through loam
Maria May 2021
The vibrant dreams
of a young girl
And the elegent drapery
Of frivolous royalty
The colors of rage-
-and sadness
Of power-
-and compromise
Immersed into one
And spit out
Onto lavender fields
And violet sunsets
And all sorts
Of delicate little pretty things
Telling stories of burning love
Mixed with icy lonliness
On the writer's palette
Like the violet buds of affection
Nipped in their juvenile buds
But also the wilting leaves of a lilac
Left to rot past its prime
bunny Aug 2013
but i do not possess elegent words
that swirl like ink on expensive papers
and i won't try to pretend i'm a cheap copy,
mueseum gift shop brand of the constitution.

i've only got
my chicken scratch sentences
formed into organic shapes
pasted up with dripping glue
Haylin Dec 2018
Your elegent voice
Soft and subtle
Can't be missed
In this chair
Looking at you
In that bed
Stay with me
Just another minute
We were 17
Chocolate for soldiers
Covers for tables
Flower for you
Glass Coca cola
Movie playing
Back of my Chevy
Staring at stars
Sky in your eyes
Going steady
Meeting your parents
No computers
Strongest connection
You're my password
Watching and waiting
Course of history
Making our own
We made plenty
Kids having kids
Years to decades
75 and still
Laying beside me
Gave a promise
We were 17
You accepted
Imperfect
But I kept it
Here's another
Sitting, this chair
You, that bed
Not our chair
Not our bed
Smell of Iodoform
And wilted flowers
Yet still
Your elegant whisper
Cant be missed
But I promise this
You will be
Never forgetting
We were 17

Just another minute

Ocean singing
Water and sand
Crashing, commanding
Standing Attention
Beside you,
Never close enough
Fly with me
Back home, before
The history
Rations for bravery
You for you
Proper pop
Screen dances
Frozen eyes
Only Star I see
See the beginning
Butterflies in sync
Inks drying
Pens and letters
Melt together
Moons and suns
Here and there
Decadence and
Debauchery
We did our
Own thing
Planting gardens
Self watering
In our chest
Of treasure
3 quarters
Of century
Gave me
That star
Not always bright
Never falling
Leaves now
To illuminate
Another planet
But I'll see it
Everytime I
Close my eyes
Remembering
We were 17
Kaley Apr 2017
Maybe it's not that elegent..
Maybe not even that sophisticated,
But what I lay apon this page
Bleeds from my heart
With a passion
That desire
Holds most dear
Just simple scribbles
That lay down my heart.

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