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Best Poems Written by Lacie Perry

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Red.

I don’t think so.
There are three colors:
Green, blue and brown.
They’re melting, leaving evidence,
The mark of a criminal.
It doesn’t really bother me, 
It should surprise you to know;
But it does scare me.
I scare me.
I am all wanton, all
And completely
Careless and thoughtless.
And I feel for the naivety
Of the rest.
And now it’s green, green,
And red.
Red. What a color.
Boasting, blaring, bragging.
Red. 
I’m red.

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Haman and Hitler

Years and months and days… time
Separate the two
But the oddity of their similar plot
Of what they wanted to do...

“Kill them all, we do not care
Be it right or be it wrong
The draught of blood brought to my lips
Will end in joyous song.

Do not allow my eyes to be cast upon
Such a shameful sight…
Take them all, by neck and wrist
Murder the children in the night

The children and the ones who love them
And everything they touch
Burn it, smash it, it’s unclean;
I do so know this much.

Why then, did God, allow for this
Monstrosity to be born?
Why is there this pathetic race
Here for us to scorn?

And why do we, two faces of evil
Need to hate them so
To feed the fire of lust in our soul
There’s no other passion
That can drive me to go.

So kill them one, kill them all!
And don’t one eye look away!
 The splatter of blood, the cry of old
Has already begun to decay.

What will happen to us, I wonder
When our torment is never satisfied
Will we then also, enjoy a doomed fate
When all the Jews have died?”

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The Account of Princess Belly

She loved another man.
Although she had all of her heart
All but one piece
She knew where it was.

No one to notice or ask made it hard
Her mischievous grin
In the outside and depths of her heart
Let her with anyone win.

The gold she’d toss to the streets
For the rats to crawl over and 
The hag of hoard.
It gave her more pleasure that way.

She knew that one day
To him she’d flee away
And when she didn’t return
Everyone in the land would know this:

The drop of heat in a single kiss
Can take the term of eternal
And seemingly everlasting bliss
And dump it for the pigs to trod.

And someone of the nature of spoil
As with the Princess of this monstrous
Tale of the royal
Throw her longings miles.

And to watch who would catch would
Turn out your glee
But good, it is not!
Just ask he.

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Prince of the Night

Upside down and by his feet
He watches all through his black eyes.
He likes to lay on beds of soft
We hold our breath all underneath
And know that breath means to die.

He holds control on our minds
He’d be friends with queen were 
It not for the dark.
The smoothness of it is regal
It’s melody, it finds our ears

But toil with our eyes shut
We go without prevail
And know if we should breathe
The nothingness’d  be sure to care.
All to do is close our eyes

Hold our breath and shut our ears
And ignore the trickling down our necks.
We feel it not, but know it’s there
Shriveled before the night of tomorrow
It’s the bite of the prince of the air.

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My Sweet Daisy

Hah, I threw you out.
I beat you like a rug.
I showed you no diffidence
Out into the street by your ankles I did lug.

Now I know that people say I’m crazy
Crazy I may well be
But watching you there eating my guts out
See, I just couldn’t take it, my little Daisy.

Your smell isn’t sweet like the science books say
And it grew terribly worse, day, to day, to day.
At first when my heart loved you faithful and true
I could stand by with a smug look that lacked rue.

It hurts me to do this, you have to believe
But I’ve grown smarter, stronger, and so
There is no room for you to sit there, indeed
Out the door and over the cliff by your ankles you go.

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Demise of Innocence

Her mouth is open with the taste
Of a tiny simple rosebud
Smashed with haste
It bleeds upon the ground 
With juice of red.

Her hair has curled with 
The moisture of the fright
He lurks and drones behind her ears
She laughs at all and hides in spite
And knows that she will be his own tonight.

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Make Believer's Paradise

Sadly, here it comes into an end
My make believers paradise.
The place I’ve conjured
After so many little years
Has met it’s bittersweet demise.
But I shall try, in all it’s glory,
To store up in my heart
And drag the magic around with me.
For there is no place I love more
Than my make believers paradise.

Others would enjoy to see
To watch love dance on their finger
To be transformed into someone else
To watch passion aromatic and linger.
To concoct their prince and wait for him
To make knew friends
And meet with them.
The music of the sweetest note
That drowns out actuality.

There are voices that sing
In my make believers paradise.
One can only hear them
If they are really there.
I dance atop the tiled floor
And hold my dried rose by the stem.
Different worlds, they come together
All language combines as one
Holding my breath, holding my books
I cannot believe that this can be done. 

If, in all fact, my time here is through
I will carry the memory,
As that is all I can do.
And deep there, swells inside,
I’ll always be there in my mind.

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Passing

You’re nothing but a passing memory…
I reach out, graze my hands along your seams.
Soft, floating, clearly gloating
Of passing power previously deemed.
You are nothing but a passing silence;
The sort that stops one in his tracks.
Wanting the taciturn lineage 
to gain whatever he lacks…
You’re nothing but a funny sound
The kind that I shall shut out just so
I do not care about your soul.
Do not grope at my robes or my
Feet as you slip away;
I bid you, as do all, just go.

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Poor Little Laura

Poor Laura Mabry
Everyone called her a baby
It made her little face look so sad.
But why was she teased? What was so bad?
What was about her that made the other children
All seem so glad?
I wanted to find it out
So I jumped into time
Melting clocks flew by me
I recognized one as mine.
Suddenly I fell out into a school yard
I knew it was Laura’s
 “Time for recess!” I heard Mrs. Morris.
The kids ran out
And trampled my head
But it didn’t hurt
It was as if I were dead
For they didn’t see me
But I saw poor Laura
Sitting under a tree.
No friends surrounded her
No jump ropes or dolls
Just her face in her hands
Shielding from taunting calls.
“A baby! A baby! A baby is she!”
I jumped up in defense,
“What has she done, for that tease to be?”
But no one had seen me
Or heard me, at that
So I reached down and dusted off my hat
“I’m don’t have a clue; I’m leaving and that’s that!”
So I’m not there any more, and why a baby is she
That will remain a mystery to me.
I give up, rather easy, you see,
But what’s already happened has happened;
That’s why it’s called history.

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What Isn'T

It’s almost gone, I see, I hear
I shall perhaps wait it out with you, my dear;
It scared me then, naught scares me now
The sparkling of an even unknown
The thin line that longs to know how.
I will show it, and mayhap you?
But the time is yet to come.
Wait there, sit there, patiently
Your finger that clasps your tongue.
The sun is rising there beyond the hills
The morning calls without sweetness
Things fly about with eager shrills.
It is why we wait, why we long
For things that are not there
Beyond the reach is a thrill
Knowing the absence of a perfect pair
Knowing that become, it never will.