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Danna Spears Poem
I hear the siren of death whistling through your hollow heart.
I see the lies fall so fluidly out of your mouth.
Almost as if it’s natural; a black gravity of some sort.
I smell the genuine scent of decay, so unpleasant, so definite.
You can’t deny.
I touch a dry residue; ashes of your guilt ignited memory.
I taste the sweet flavor of revenge, as you perish away into nothing but eternity.
I feel sympathy for your poor soul, like a child going off to school with nothing more
than their name.
Why is it that as much as I try to hate all I feel is love?
It’s like my emotions are trapped in absolute values.
I’m dying to hate you, yet would so easily die for you.
My contradictions take over; pulling as if I can be separated.
I cringe at your voice.
I smile at your calamity, even though your suffering isn’t my credit to claim.
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Danna Spears Poem
It is said that she only paints with primary colors.
Red for the thin crimson blood that pours carelessly out of her wounded thoughts. Thoughts
she never cares to express.
Blue for the gracious sky. Open and excepting, unlike the people that surround her,
smother her rather. She day dreams of becoming lighter than air; simply vanishing away, as
if she was vapor.
Yellow for Polaris, the northern star. It always seems to lead her safely back inside her
mind, when she subconsciously drifts away in a thought bubble.
They say she forgets about her secondary hues, because the memories are just dead weight.
Green because it surrounds her, closes in around her. It is a deception. The pigment fails
to remind her to look up; up for the true escape.
Orange because it devours her contented thoughts, and replaces them with burnt images.
Images of the rebellious flames that stole his soul.
Purple because she can't fight the temptation as she stares deep into the constant
reminder. Her violet veins crave her razor blade.
When she paints, she paints in primaries, because secondary sources always lead her astray.
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Danna Spears Poem
And the wind blew me away.
No more will I cry.
No more can you lie.
No more blood can be stripped from my veins.
I didn’t exist, I never really did.
All you think you know you can forget.
I’m not in your memory.
I’m not in your thoughts.
Don’t go mad, I’m not worth it.
Just remember, I’m not real.
You never got this.
I never wrote it to you.
Your smile can remain, because mine faded away.
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Danna Spears Poem
We are one body; two parts.
I am evil. I am good.
I strip you of your pride. I don't need pride to survive.
I devour your will to live. I am your will to live.
I eat your soul. I am your soul.
I smell your weakness. I have no weakness.
I conform to your kryptonite. I am an original; copyrighted only to me.
I'm on the outside looking in. I'm on the inside looking out.
I am your flesh. I am your heart.
Would you not deceive: lie, steal, and cheat if you were me. Condemned to a devils Hell.
Envy rages inside of me, for you, you get to live in all eternity.
There is no reason to scream, you were given the same opportunity as me.
We are one body, miles apart.
The boundary of grace and love shows no terminal.
Death chemically acts upon us, separating us for all eternity.
I die and burn.
I live and learn.
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