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Maleeon Melon Poem
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
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Maleeon Melon Poem
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.
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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
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Maleeon Melon Poem
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
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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.
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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
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