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FUNHOUSE MIRROR-pov

FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov)
   I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I 
   can assure you it's all fun in games. 

   In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're 
   round, some I see giggle and share hearty laughs a sensitive youth might cry 
   as they past. 

   It looks like as if I have stolen your height or maybe a twist with all of my 
   might. 

   For these are silly games in which lights bended my shape. In a funhouse or in 
   a circus: my cousins you try to escape.

  Their lack in humor must make them dull, Because my figment is your fantasy 
   of you being tall.-Maleeeon
 11/28/23
 10:13 PM

Copyright © MALEEON MELON | Year Posted 2024


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Addiction

i'll be waiting for you on friendly hill with no friends ill be sitting down in lonesome town waitin for 
thee end.memories tell me what's this all about i dont want to hear you shout i don't want to see you pout againbut the truth is were stuck together even when i dont feel better having you around but its ok to start over when i hear the sound bell strikes 12 no one can take u away from me again i'd been prescribed two Because they said i dont know what to do when i cant hear you but even when i dont i can find the antidote behind the wall i hear you call i see you crawl back into my head i know your there but they dont care they think im better off dead now i must atone for you are what caused the dread of the dead of those who died deaf but surly you can change their mind beacuased the reasons of such love should not be a crime when somone of ur worth understated by divined 

when you walk by… my soldiers stay in line that any king’s kingdom heart would give up their reign as riegn for sweet grapethee vine for you are true and they strip the good of this world and i did to when i took the blade in my hand and saw myself in that man or so they say he was but i know the truth but i am here  but I. AM.  here…. here  i stand, but does he? everything that led to this moment was blamed on me because i stayed alive but was it me  or the other guy they say im lonely that no one in this world would claim to even acknowledge my presence but as they say evil i consume as it consumes me  im glad ur here that is the greatest present… 

I know soon your time will run out, meries of my memories will soon come in till the morning i hoped you’ll be with me because unlike the high fives you gave thell leave me hanging over the river were we used to meet when i told you the stories of  my fathers abuse and my mothers cold feet.   dead or alive i live this asylum i can only belive in fatalism because no optimistic belief can allow me to leave a place that is both in and outside my mind that even metaphorical happy thoughts fear to reside that sometimes i dont know whats a lie weather it came from me or someone else was it an asylum or was it a prison did they want to help me did i kill him was it a drug or was it a drink  does it matter what i think could this OR WOULD  THIS world just be a dream.

Copyright © MALEEON MELON | Year Posted 2024

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DREAM

LIVING LIFE LOOSELY, I CHOOSE TO DREAM MY DREAMS LUCIDLY
LIVING LIFE LIKE ME IS DREARY WOE IS ME.

LIVING LIFE IN A DREAM, I'VE NEVER FELT SO FREE .
LIVING LIFE IN REALITY, SLEEPING SOLACES ME.

LIVING LIFE IN A DREAM TRANSLUCENT, HAPPY, AND GLITTERY.
NOW I SLEEP PEACEFULLY BECAUSE I'LL STAY FOR ETERNITY. - Maleeeon 
11/14/23
5:34 PM


Copyright © MALEEON MELON | Year Posted 2024

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Child Day Born Monday

Monday's child is fair of face
 infact your ill mannered and lack that of grace
  you move at a crazy sort of pace
 you rush and brush with crude sense of haste
 but your passion admired not mild or tired. freshness you expel as soon as you smiled 
so white and gleam thy heavenly tiled
 you breath a bloom nature flower in the wild 
 Who are you to be questioned or blamed 
bright Brawn beauty  your lips are stained with shimmering gloss his heart paid the cost .

 If dust made you cry 
war on dirt would arrive   
angel he not..
 but your stare made him fly 
mind prepared to jump out  where men have died. 

The rest not speak mountain top peak 
words not heard of let's start with bleak 
which you are far from 
Thy blind eye overcome
 the place of state of only bright face 
that the world in your hand 
but florid your fate
 which is short of true
 as I'd open up to you not cussed of your friendly demeanor but because
 I know you my fellow dreamer

 i know you dream up the godliest ambition
 that a girl like you lives on the basis of intuition that the reason you live is to beseech ur mission
 a quest on your own
 but you will surly know to be lonely but not alone you cry.  i laugh. you eye. my saff of irony aghast at the alluring tears that you let fall but perfect
 you say you are not that at all i try to poke holes to prove you so but my heart can no longer take your illuminous glow  your  mainly a dreamer and a brain in your case you like to run wild you love the chase  in your warm heart the cold world is yours to brace 
Monday child you are not just fair of face

Copyright © MALEEON MELON | Year Posted 2026

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Child Day Born

Wendsday child filled with woe born into choas cold empty shadow.
she who shivers while her baby glows 
small feet and eyes simply close 
A tight fist hearth a crying mist
skin that is dark who fathomed sun kiss
kissed on the bridge 
of thy nose 
curiosity strikes thee small eyes that follow 
magnetic warmth that only you dream about  cookies and candles and a water spout 
hope cools the steam off a dragon's snout an image of worry succeeds his doubt
fire flares but only rage finds out broken glass only acommpany a shout
she knows pain... and he knows now 
A love tie broken but why tight bounds?

Fragile mind do you feel sadden at all?
 you laugh and play
pass river sheep small
 you will seek out the forest trees tall 
mysterious uplifts whenever you fall
they beck your name they need not call. 

You're just a babe
 A scattered brain U
what path do you take 
You must be brave!
 you suddenly peer a great goldenly gate 
clever u are not
 so vines you break, 
unnecessarily so plant life you take
the spirit of wonder you seemingly shake 
It's The women who used her hand as a plate!
 
She guides your light so bright and so pure all through the night her lullaby cures
She chased away your lonesome fear 
You feel comfort now that she's here
she a flower who wilts away
pours u her soul as her leaves turn grey 
you are captivated by the beauty of her growth she whispers to you like a sacred oath
 she will say to love and to pray and always be wise her eyes will cry you seem to know why.
 
she can no longer play in Marvelous May
 the sun has to set at the end of the day.
 you weep the woes of wistful Wednesday.

Copyright © MALEEON MELON | Year Posted 2026


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Child Day Born Tuesday

Tuesdays are the child of grace you embody sheer elegance but no Monday face 
but all is fair 
from your shoes to your hair 
fine porcelain won't pass 
doll dear fragile
 you!
 are glass.
tap the rim of your style and it screams world class worldly weight on your shoulders bigger than mass 
a figure to public they say you are 
your neat fleet will sure take you far.

 Oh princess you, I worry not so
 you are a crown jewel with a humbling glow 
water is vexed by the way that you flow
 suprised you are not you already know 
 Your movmments move me your soul does to 
shore charming beauty it's painfully true 
you boldly stare they haven't a clue. if you were not born, what ever would we do?
 So keet ur feet never ounced a whine so tenacious  neat and focused inclined.
your meticulous eyes move I wonder
does your mind ever race like a roaring thunder you breath so calm like an ocean breeze
 I yearn to learn your composure at ease. 
Politics grace is you and your toy
chalant adieu coy is your joy.
 Perfect posture and prudenty poised you like to have fun but in absence of noise.
Not raven nor lark swan song of the dark amplified dove you need not love 
surly gold heart you're sent from above no guilt clean hand non short of glove
Defy the choas shadow there of

A swan as your symbol a dove as haste 
you embody sheer elegance
 Tuesday's grace

Copyright © MALEEON MELON | Year Posted 2026

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