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Selfish sacrifices soaked my skin with sheer unhappiness as you gazed into my eyes. Spoiled in salty water, the youth whispered "Will you burry me by the sea?" No one had the heart to tell those sad, sad eyes that only snails and seals could have such a privilege. So she went on her life, waiting for the salt and sand to consume her corpse completely unaware that slimly creatures had lied to her.
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Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
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No Surprise
You took me by surprise.
I was happy.
I was content.
My candle flickered.
You doused me with your fingers.
You took me by surprise.
How was I to expect that you,
You, whom I never ask for anything,
Anything but love,
Would take me by surprise?
Rose, my rose with thorns too sharp,
Oh why do you lie to me?
“I will always be - ”
Your thorns pierce my skin
Drawing blood and tears as
Your beauty mesmerizes me,
And I am weak to you.
I am weak for you.
Weak enough to believe you.
Weak enough to fall to my knees
And beg for you.
You took me by surprise.
You wanted me back.
You said you loved my wilted countenance.
I, a simple Forget-M
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Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
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...and she's been hated since.
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Very effective 