The beauty about speaking with words. Is the meaning behind the tongue. You'll endure the red ,black ,and blue.  Its interesting to be told this and that ,to believe you are young.  You are young with the mere mind of an idiot , told at birth. The tongue will tell all . You might be cry , whine, laugh , or even given a somber smirk to what anyone tells you. The ears are spoken by the beauty of the words. Its the art of being able to listen to what is red, black, and blue. The severity of confusing the somber smirk of love , is terrifying ... What is so horrid about speaking and hearing, that it tar. Its spoiled and rotten. Those who you seem happy around you are broken . They are shed into million glass specks that flutter in the wind, wanting to understand this world . The world that isn't so terrifying at young. As a child this planet is home to pretty roses that blossom to the warmth of mother sun . Once the tear of water falls from the heaven the thorns are realized, they are harmful ,yet apart of something so beautiful . You are told to listen and hear like a proper child. Its all unity in one for this place we call home. Live up to those soft petal that shed when the cold autumn arrives . Compliment the blood like color for its unity of sound and tongue brings happiness to this once innocent place.

Keep yourself
Don't talk to me
I was a lie
A lie man kept before the sun rose
A dark side of the light not rose
You walk fashion to a limp lie
Don't talk to me
KEEP MYSELF
The world tilts to herself or himself
I am enigma not loved
You cannot be yourself in this rotten world
I miss you talking
It all hurts to be taken to lies
Rot

You drag your feet deep in the sea , its bottomless and deep . Listen to the shriek of the heat , it burns against your skin.Lost amongst the dream of red, a red sea, just like a red heat.Alone , you see, is the sea.The sea of what alone is to burn your heart into blue.Yander is black to the heart of a narrow soul, deep and blue .Purple is the sorrow to which you wince and dream.Dream and scream, you'll be lost .Lost without campassion, the head a midst sight.A sight the blind , hear not see.See the realm of your heart is a pity not even deep the sea could keep.

My friend you aren't  alone.The black sky is a mere painting to the heavens that exist in your mind.The ones who actually care don't  drip your compassion on a string. You isolate yourself because its okay to wander for days,let your beauty evolve. The way people tell you that your heart is a rock,become hard enough that'll  become a diamond, so you may shimmer.You glisten with the envy of thier glares,because you are the girl with the flaxen hair. Dance in the shadows,and bestow the diamonds of your heart,so that it'll be your treasure. You a crude diamond with flaxen hair of golden strings,that stroke the purity  of your soul.

Shiver the little twinkles of diamonds they hold, you aren't wealthy .The holes in your eyes , are not dark, not white, but gray.The ash of your dead body , does not spring, but flys to the sky.The blood that gives you life, does not bleed , but weeps.All these twists that spiral, they don't hold neither, they hold one.The confusion of a spoken parallels, are not ....
The man whom sits upon the porch with a lit cigarette, he does not speak, he knows to speak.Now sit, sit with this god, this glory.You see that passion that flakes , he doesn't, he cares for man, not man, but he is man.Shimmer , please say her name, I won't cancel . Can't I be your god?

I twitched an eye, the swell boy laughed.The eye bruised a mixture of purple and green, they fought for a rightful place on my flesh.I felt the burn of a droplet of liquid rim down my eye, the swell boy laughed. The dry cracks in my lips were filled inbetween salty water and iron, the swell boy laughed.I gestured my nose up to the light blue sky, the swell boy laughed.I let out a small moan of desperation, the swell boy hummed.The swell boy eyes silvered to the hunger, the crave of my fear.The swell boy ripped off the rags that dripped from the ends of my corpse, the hunger conquered. I seemed to please the best , that is what I was told.I have no place to sing or shriek, I am a swell boys.The swell boy ate my flesh, it was happiness to them.The water in the well sat unpleasant , I let the purge overcome.You aren't beautiful the swell boy voice howled, I am not.

I can't define my innermost beauty , I define the outermost. I taint my lips with the crimson sin.The unbreakable lines that develop the swoon with the touch of the color absorbing magic.This young enchanting girl once sat staring , she colored and hummed.The glistening amber pits flaked with her gentle smile, she swayed to the skipper of the touch.The touch of playful youth.The girl now sat staring, she colored her eyes, she scowled to him, her hair bunched in dry fire, the smile framed her harsh lies.The girl stood outlooked the world , the delicate exterior flamed to bring her sadness.You cannot lie , You cannot die, You cannot...I cannot stop from telling you .

The evening sky licked down at her black hair,she smiled at the light touch.She ran in the mud ,tugging and climbing at natures beauty. The girl skippered down the meadow, the flowers fluttered with glee. She tipped down her head to sniff the sunflowers, they burst with the smell of spring. She grinned at the beauty of nature. Several years past, the young girl sat in a empty area, typing with grief. The evening seemed vague, the glass window peaked high with black light, she arose from her chair. The young girl peaked outside to view the world, the sky seemed blank, the sunflowers burst with winter, the trees swayed to dance of the loneliness . Nature was more beautiful then before.

Gentle kisses that give me sight
Arms that cradled me in your *****
The first glare you gave me
The velvet voice that sang me to sleep
The fresh smell of moist roses tingled my button nose
The name of flowers you gave me
The sweet way you sang it repeatedly
Yazmin
It caught me with a odd beauty you chosse that name
Pale and rosy cheeks
The first cry you drowned my sorrows
A true bearer of life
Now 17
Caught in the endless disasters of lies
Pale and rosy cheeks
Different colors of hair
The several cries I weep
You hold me
The wisdom being passed
Endless laughter
You're a true bearer
Never forgotten but carried in the future bearer

Let me fall on your chest
Smell the refreshing scent on you
Let me brush your dripping hair
Let me count your blessings
Lock me into your mind
Hold me captive
I want to live for death
The death to stand for us
I cherish you
I cant remember you
Visit me in death
Its what we stand for.

Folded eyes strive to see
Faith is insecure
For yours are mine
The depth I swam
Surround me
Burn the floor
I'm bold
The world promises us
The world are held beneath our tips
Please don't lie
Please don't hate
Please don't lie
Foolish gold we found
The rust that caused me to call you a friend
A young man who didn't know how to see
To see me
You seemed foolish
A fools lover
A fools defender
Meet me on the center
I'll wait forever

No shield to shun my bare essence
Years seem wasteful
From afar one lets to be loved
The air reacts perfect to my black lungs
Simple words make a mindful taste
Youre afraid to be alone
Afraid to lick the wild flames that enrage inside
You fight for a fight with the dream of him
You praise the creation of the sunny god
You seem devoted to a deity of death that lingers right before you
A touch will cause a sense of loss and want
Somebody else is grateful instead of you
No one wants to be you
The cold one with no color

Blows the lines of the white powder
Feel your body implanted in the fire
Your mind hits euphoria
The rush of drowning
Its heavenly
No man can stop the addiction of love

Spring it into my foolish spine
Paralysis is creation of suffocation
No dears
Shredded skin stings
Holes in chest make great flavor
Suffocate nor creator

Deep trenches hallowed her eyes
I sailed her oceans
Oceans that wept
The sky united violet and rose
The waters deep with grief
I drowned myself in the smell of vanilla and lavender
The chills crawled my flesh
The waters frozen
I held my hand at reach
Her soul enclosed my touch
The oceans drowned

Men's eyes gleamed at her painted dress
She walked past them
Each of them
One by one came and left
She stayed in the room
They licked her steps
She wore her body
Men gleamed with lust
One by one stayed
Studied her body
Dissecting her body
They figured her
They ripped her soul
They tore her body
Only wind was left

Skin stretched across her bones
The outlining of her delicate body
Pale and frozen skin
Her lips quivered
Fingertips white
White sparkles fell from the heavens
Cold and wet
Dried tongue tasted the salty liquid
Crows remained in entact with her movement
They counted 1,2,3....
Twisted fears engluped her

Dropped glasses
Red liquid slips
Saviors lose
Black lies
Chances Lost
Cries whimper
Insanity strikes
Skin blue
Lips gold
Eyes white
Squirm and run
Get ready for a war with god
God is a creature
A creature whom drinks
A creature that kills

I devour every breath you take
I false my veins in understandment of water
The droplets of the liquid that drip from your eye
I pour sunshine into my drink
The one you bought in the corner
I scream for your thrist
You break my back
You don't seem to scare
You seem lost
You inhale a white smoke
Its dangerous
I take in the angst
I struggle not to dust the water sprinkles.

Dazzling and bright
Wise and old
Hard with holes

You crawl on the floor
You walk on the floor
You crawl on the floor
You collapse on the floor

Words swirls in her mind
They are silent
They are deadly
They are beautiful
They are white
They are black
One says,"Breathe your dead already."
The other says,"Choke you'll live."
The final words escape her she says,"I'm ****** ."

A old man walked up to me without a cane.
He told me "You'll be able to walk in this world without any help"
Years later I am a old woman
He was right
I don't have any help
I lived in this world bitter and loveless
No one swept into my life
You simply crawl on your own and you walk on your own

She drapes the world with her lust
The smell of wine is very fine
She drinks with the men down in the riverside
She chants them dreams of filthy desires
The dreams of one night in paradise
One day a man with raven hair walked to this woman
This man caught her eye
She liked the way he grinned
They spent the night together
The man blinked his life decayed
But he did it for the lustful demon
She made it out her quest
She destroyed 2 girls hopes
And a woman's heart
The man remained with the woman several years
She beared  a child
A child who's veins ran black like his father
The demon now smiles in glee
Evil was a term not used to described her cold less face

Each breath I take deepens the psyche within my mind.
I think am I crazy all of this has to muster  so I can decide yes or no?
I look into the alone and cold surroundings of mine.
I do this by choice.
I view life as something beautiful and eternal yet I frown upon the mention of all things warm.
I also see each aspect of myself."Fully figured" they say these's are perfectly fine for a 16 year old.
I grimace and tear within and respond ,"*******!".
I've dreamed of being a walking mummy.
I think ,"Oh a size zero is fine." and smile and try my best to reach myg goal. If it cost me my death