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Days wean,
You look beautiful in a poorly lighted room,
And our grimaces blur with lust.
Circumstance leads to dirt and dance
(in other words crappy rhymes that barely expressed how my veins scream at your touch and how warm you skin feels, even when you are still wearing clothes)
Mothers and sisters and younger brothers
Turn and glance,
"we aren't in love."
Screw the truth,
Can we not lie?
Because there is a over stock of dumb boys
And sadly, you're on that shelf.
Thank God my allowance went up
Or else I couldn't purchase you.
Process Declined
Bitter, tainted with smut
Innocent girl doing innocent things
With a dark heart and a hard want,
She turns over a new leaf and burns the old ones.
Bored cashier and unhappy customer
Clichés break and silence overtakes,
You stay on that shelf and I shuffle home
Dull and alone.
You look beautiful in a poorly lighted room,
And our grimaces blur with lust.
Circumstance leads to dirt and dance
(in other words crappy rhymes that barely expressed how my veins scream at your touch and how warm you skin feels, even when you are still wearing clothes)
Mothers and sisters and younger brothers
Turn and glance,
"we aren't in love."
Screw the truth,
Can we not lie?
Because there is a over stock of dumb boys
And sadly, you're on that shelf.
Thank God my allowance went up
Or else I couldn't purchase you.
Process Declined
Bitter, tainted with smut
Innocent girl doing innocent things
With a dark heart and a hard want,
She turns over a new leaf and burns the old ones.
Bored cashier and unhappy customer
Clichés break and silence overtakes,
You stay on that shelf and I shuffle home
Dull and alone.
Literature
i.
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
Literature
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
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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It's funny that you put this in "Romantic". It fits, but it really doesn't. I like that kind of poetry. Like it a lot.