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Pale earth Scorched heart Where is my fresh start sleepless dreams Weeping Flowers drowning from your hair This pouring fluid from my heart works to conceal the wounds all of my part leaning from a window I just want to stay where is my heart when I need it most I have wronged another day another way impossible to mend I try to look both ways but end up missing both I wish I wasn't bad I wish I was great I'm sorry I wasn't when it was needed most

I Hate Love the way you make it seem So real I can/can't touch feeding on my mind An anime afterworld Detained in reminded place so soft as your rage in your arms I can breathe easy a script never changing An anime afterworld Safe in your screens away from my clutches help from your dear sincerest of love An anime afterworld

Black dingy long draped hair Tangling crippled complexion Drew back tall grass Avenging Sorrow Hate May Rainbow end in your presence Blessed be White velvet soft bathed in soothing light rain droplet beauty massaged reality of fiction admire, destroy Let crumble upon breach of heart Buried be  

Kept alive for piece of mind ashamed growth of self Never affections shadowed behind velvet curtains proven knowledge of heart wary of endeavors with your name Forget A second or third dish craving whats left for me Pain My dreams hooked up to medical machines fed that poison to remain breathing underwater, praying for rain Love

Delivered to your door aching, thrashing, itching pain blood swamped lies covered with promise of faith Red rose obituary Deceived, sheathed in vein corded blank noise tipped over chair White rose obituary Clouded distance between waves shoreline faded lights dimmed Black rose obituary

Love comes softly               To me. I see it in the way he talks and talks Creeping between me and the edge. Love brushes back my hair And holds me when I ask it of him. He gives and takes; With me, from me, from himself, of us. I see his coming in the sweetness of time passing; No longer is it desperate flashes of life not fully lived, But the ability to forget the hourglass and decreasing sand. Love is honest laughter Warmed by our togetherness. It is carried in the pained set of our shoulders As we unwillingly argue to survive. Love comes softly to me, A shimmering phantom that almost sets the dust swirling in the sunlight. Love c

Crime - A Soliloquy It is a crime to have passion in this place. It is wrong and filled with recrimination to feel, to throw oneself off the cliff. I wish to be. And that is a crime in this place. I wish to write poetry and live on my pen. I wish to learn how to paint and take philosophy classes. I wish to lose my head and take a plunge with a Frenchman in Paris. I wish to hear him make my name romantic and lilting. I wish I had been born with Fitzgerald and Hemingway in the roaring days. But that is a crime in this place. Here, they take business-finance and live on endless numbers that make the throat thick and dry and unable to swallow. H