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Perfection Is a Myth

Her nails stained with the perfect color of red. Dangerous is what they said.
Her lips quickly caught on to the trend. They turned to the lipstick for advice.
Her perfect blue eyes darkened by the black eyeliner that quickly took her under its wing.
The mascara danced upon her thick brown eyelashes turning them into what they said.
Her once dark freckles numbed with the pale foundation she was convinced she needed.
Her pale cheeks corrected with a bright pink toned blush that clung to her face.
The mirror sat in front of her. Taunting her eyes with an image she loved..
Her hair spray held it together making it stick to her head.
“Perfect” is what she said as she put down her brush.
For once she has found the image of perfection.
Ironically it was not her.
She wore a mask. And that’s a fact.
Her natural beauty abandoned for what she thought was perfection.

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Her Flavor Is Black Cherry

For the people who don’t understand, let me make things clear.
He twisted her arm and made her scream.
Heartbreak was inevitable at this moment. Her mind was numb.
And time had come.
With no warning signs or a place to hide,
She danced along the rim of his teeth, playing hard to get.
Her mind thought once never thought twice. 
She smacked him back to the future.
No truth rolled from her tongue.
All lies.
Her long hair pulled out from her roots. 
Cut to a short length. Her stomach growled.
And now she envied all that was lost at this moment.
And the moon came out. Nothing to feel but only delight.
He then fought to make himself a mystery.
She fought to solve his so called history.
Rhymes fell out of her mind. There was no rhythm.
A dark liquid oozed from her heart. A particular taste. 
Sweet and tart.
No rhyme or reason. Picked at random.
And then she thought this liquid would go swell with some wisdom.
She opened him up like a fortune cookie.
Cracking his sweet shell and finding the truth that sits inside.
Its something she already new. Its something that she had heard before.
But she needed to hear it from him.
She washed it down with a milkshake flavored black cherry.
Smooth and dark. The deep red grows brighter until it flows down His cracked skull.
It drips to the ground and makes a pool around. Red.
She denied the fact that she bashed his mind. 
He tried to hide the reason or rhyme.
She fought him and obviously won.
She fought to find out why he had come.
The road is short and it’s coming to an end.
Mysterious as he seemed.
He was easily solved.
The taste lingered and she felt satisfied. Her mind created an addiction.
Abusive behavior the attraction.
Dangerous and weary she fought to remember.
But could never.

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I Concur

With chapped lips and knotted hair,
I sat.
A long dirt road was my bed,
I lay.
In my mind I am running far away,
I rest.
But I do digress, I am no runaway,
I play.
With a bag filled with nothingness,
I walk.
Into the night sky with stars hung high,
I watch.
My eyes wetted by the dew,
I stood.
Like a statue with a fierce attitude,
I pondered.
A thinker they do consider me one,
I disagree.
A philosopher like Socrates,
I envy.
A mind so precious to have,
I listen.
To words that are repeated,
I wonder.
And with these ideas,
I give.

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The King, His Majesty

A rose swallowed down to the bone
One thorn to slit the thrown
Choked on by a contorted king
Crushed in the abdomen of his anatomy
We now have discovered his reining soul
The stem soon grew from his eyes
His skin takes all control, most of it lies
Picked by her
The Queen, her majesty
He leaves his ground
And follows hers
Hands were pale and cold
All was under her control.

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Autumns Grace

Roses under my bruised feet,
Led a trail to your defeat
With a circle traced around your eyes
We continue to frown upon each others lies

Cringing beneath the burnt leaves
Orange and crusted gold lines
We stand among the people 
Who have felt this cold air before?

Do not question the earthly hallow
The grave my dear, you dug to shallow
For the rain it will gather upon thy crown
With the pink flesh and soon to be out of breath

I abide you ado
Farwell the gentleman of grace 
And pondering hearts combined 
We feed the crops that are parched

You quiver in the wind
With that you take me home
And wear your child’s grin
A smell of wonderful ambers burning

The night sky becomes dimmer
As the flames die down
Our breath becomes thinner
As you reach for the cracks in the ground

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Heart Oozing Red

I wish I was a masterpiece 
Created to be destroyed, in your mind at least. 
A perfect shade of pink ran around my cheeks. 
I felt them fade to grey as you ran away. 
With a paint brush in hand you let me fall to the dust. 
Unprotected I sat, unfinished and alone. 
Half of a heart traced across my chest. 
I couldn’t move I was stuck in the grasp of a portrait. 
Framed by a scholar. 
Pondered by a thinker; I saw myself as…once in a blue moon. 
But when the moon did show its face, I felt the coolness of the sun’s rays. 
They were being portrayed by the moons white glow. 
A poser in a way, there was light. 
No heat to warm the bodies stuck against the walls of time. 
Twisting a word into a masterpiece is harder than twisting a paintbrush into one 
My friend, you have drawn a path in front of me. 
Directly to you. And my breath was taken when you stole it, 
Right out of my mouth. 
You took the black paint and covered my face. 
Ashamed of what you might have created. 
You wanted me to be perfect. 
An image so precious, you just couldn’t create it. 
You hated it. 
A masterpiece to me, I was. 
But to you, a demonstration of destruction. 
I was Nothing.

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Indeed

You are quite the flame thrower,
Now dodge my bullets.
I warn thee creator of destruction.
A blazed with glory in your hopes and exceptions.
The burgundy walls that surround your organs,
Underlie the games that support your mourning.
Brutality ceased to be your friend,
But it will follow me until the end.
I tell you know;
‘Correct yourself’.
Stand up straight with a rose pinned into your skin.
Smile and nod but don’t turn around.
The ground won’t hold,
For you have been told;
Find your talisman and run.
Move your legs and fear the words that are spat in your face.
Please remember your forgotten grace.
I am anything but brilliant,
I consider you wise.
Understand the beat that swallows your lies.

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Dark

Birds that painted the sky grey
Awful color, awful day
We sit and prey among the young
As they sit still and smile at the sun
With the cold facial expression we melt away
The turmoil of the day

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I'M Sorry

Pink strips and white teeth
Underneath your mind, let’s kiss
With our fist, under the tree
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
That’s when we first realized
Our eyes were swimming in the same water, colored
Green and blue full of morbid views
Ten times crazier, you scream
‘They poisoned me’
The bark was brown and your hair stood up as
Lightning colored the sky pink
Eyes stained with black tears
Continuing through this retired rhythm, we
As one,
Give in to what time has whispered to us,
We are done.

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Flowers and Suns With Purple Moons

I’m sorry to tell you my mind has fallen apart.
As I hide in the cracks of the sidewalks heart.
A piece of bone, fragilely approached the surface.
An old man so strange reached for my brain.
He told me,
That the candle in my mind has flickered into nothing 
More than a spark in space.
Technically none of this happened.
Just a waste, you must forget the taste.
Walk away with nothing but a pale hand.
Use your mouth to curse the breaking sun.
And you were told as a kid never to step on the cracks.
It’s a wise choice.
The life down here isn’t so great,
Even if the one you loved took you all the way.
Smart lies hide behind your eyes.
As I wait in the morning frost.
The dew on my cheeks melts into summer showers.
Not mentioning the burning desires, my minds on fire.
Eyes a blazed, my skin so hot.
Prick me with a needle and lava will spill out,
You’re mistaken that’s just smoke for the taking.
I’m filled with it and once you see.
I am soon going to be your enemy.
Now don’t leave yet. That means it will end.
I smell nothing but the breath on the back of my neck.
Let the mysterious flower divide her petals.