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Olivia Kent Dec 2015
Won't care,
Can't care,
Whatever you say.
Rebel to the rotten core.
Bad apple.
Fell from the tree.
Pick up your guitar.
Beat it and play.
You,you kick her down.
Up, she jumps.
Stubborn mule.
Shirt thrusts and punchy.
Making a crust.
Rock beats and rivals.
Eternal survivor.
Battle weary.
Wearing storms.
Iron chains.
Stilettos.
Tattoos and diamonds.
She's just earning a lunch.
Living and loving.
Love ever after.
Beaten eggs and memories.
Rotten heart over done.
From the gutter up she leaps.
Darkest secrets always kept.
She's the rebel
Who hasn't got a clue.
Motor mouths and morons.
Knows just what to do.
Long way down the list.
Onwards and upwards with flick of her hips.
Hair long and fluffy curled over her *******.
She'll party forever.
Unstoppable.
Heart strings and catgut.
Eternity's rock chick in the purplest haze.
(c)LIVVI
MereCat Aug 2015
Trying to find
Profound things to say
About the escaping day
Swimming like those bubbles
You blew as a kid into the garden sky
About endings and capture
And letting pretty birds fly

The sky folds into grey
Peach slashes between ceilings

He names each nook and cranny of the coast
As it shuffles imperceptibly closer
“Ever thought of sailing places?”
And just like that
Father to eldest son
He p
         O
            U
              R
               S
The sea into him

“Sometimes it good to be home”
She says of the chalk cliffs
And the purplest of greens
Bruising the horizon
Like the boat that I wrote this from, I'm not quite sure where it's heading
Lise Nastja Feb 2020
My whole life I had scoffed at boys gifting girls flowers
The expensive ones, the kind they saved up for
I thought it was incredibly immature to pay for pretty dead things
When the world is in the process of destruction
And the economy is constantly in inflation
It could’ve paid for a lot of things—
A nice meal or even AirPods

It was until I got a girl of my own
Smiling like she’s the sun
Walking around and tugging me along
I suddenly had the urge to get her a 50-dollar bouquet
Or those fancy ones in a box shipped from Dubai
Or a giant teddy bear—Yes!
A giant teddy bear to fill a corner of her room on top of her pile of trash

Suddenly she deserves pretty dead things
Hold onto them as they slowly wilt
I want her to walk around owning a piece of Earth
It could’ve been an animal or a plant
Shiny gems or a worm
But she deserves the brightest crop among the weeds
The purplest shade nature can make
The pinkest rose
The yellowest sunflower

I’m not even one to write a poem either
But somehow I now belong in the stupid group of hopeless romantics
plucking pretty things from Earth
Despite inflation and pragmatism
I guess it says a lot about us humans
Sentimental *****

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