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I am an observer,
I watch as you fall
and I won't make a move
to answer your call.
I am dishonest,
it has been since my smallest years
that I let my truth into others ears.
I am a composer,
of a great many lies
yet carry luck like a clover
I never break my disguise.
Through those heat filled faces surrounding me
I can just barely see
and sometimes I find nowhere to run
they take over me.
I am rarely awake with sun,
so that when everything slips undone,
I will not be exposed
I will always stay composed.
I keep my secrets like stars keep distance
burning bright beneath my skin
defining my existence
out of reach and filled with sin.
Never trust a word I say,
I lie to everyone every day
and this is the only time
I will admit
that I am unlike you in many ways.
Who I am is just this: a secret to hold
and I will show no one
no matter how bold.
I watch as you fall
and I won't make a move
to answer your call.
I am dishonest,
it has been since my smallest years
that I let my truth into others ears.
I am a composer,
of a great many lies
yet carry luck like a clover
I never break my disguise.
Through those heat filled faces surrounding me
I can just barely see
and sometimes I find nowhere to run
they take over me.
I am rarely awake with sun,
so that when everything slips undone,
I will not be exposed
I will always stay composed.
I keep my secrets like stars keep distance
burning bright beneath my skin
defining my existence
out of reach and filled with sin.
Never trust a word I say,
I lie to everyone every day
and this is the only time
I will admit
that I am unlike you in many ways.
Who I am is just this: a secret to hold
and I will show no one
no matter how bold.
Literature
Relapse
It’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
falling.
-dp
Literature
NaPoWriMo: Day 9
More respect
for hungry lions,
than man's
greedy fingers,
she really,
really
doesn’t want to write this poem.
As she forgets how to use words
(on most days,)
relying on curses
like casting some witch's spell-
with only ten dollars to her name.
The oldest daughter:
she’s still somewhere in the middle,
filed under
miscellaneous
because they had no other way
to categorize her.
Getting her first gravestone at three-
she prayed
not to the gods,
but to the lily stargazers
in her palms.
One day
she would become
Literature
Storybook Ending
Her ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,
[dragon's blood
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
[glass slippers
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
[enchanted forests
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
[cursed beasts
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
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Assignment for English that I may or may not read out loud. I might make a better one I like more >_<
Stupid teacher, why u ask me to define myself when myself avoids doing exactly that
edit: WAH YOU GUYS I really didn't expect so many favorites on this, oh my gosshhh Thank youuuu, you are all so beautiful
Stupid teacher, why u ask me to define myself when myself avoids doing exactly that
edit: WAH YOU GUYS I really didn't expect so many favorites on this, oh my gosshhh Thank youuuu, you are all so beautiful
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Wow! You have talent!