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A Girl's Best FriendA Girl's Best Friend,
It is not a diamond ring,
Nor Sterling silver jewelery,
Or anything expensive at all.
It may not be beautiful to others,
But always beautiful to her.
She will cherish it forever,
And it will love her too.
She will cuddle with her,
For comfort whenever she's sad.
It will never fail her,
Whenever someone else has.
This little ball of love,
Will love her to death.
She'll soothe her aching heart,
When it needs mending.
A Girl's Best Friend,
Will be a man's friend, too.
Because a human's best friend,
Is a lovable, wonderful...
The ColdThe Cold,
It ties its strings tight around me and only me.
Its deathly feel freezes my blood.
And I am alone.
It splatters on me and only me.
Its cold, wet drips hide my tears,
And I feel more Alone.
It whispers harsh words into my ears and only my ears.
It persuades me that it will never leave me,
And Loneliness is my only friend.
It flashes towards me and only me.
The Rain stops,
And Loneliness begins to tip-toe away.
It strengthens me and only me.
The Loneliness drifts further from me,
And the Cold becomes warmer.
It caresses me and only me,
The Loneliness has moved on,
And the Cold exists not with me.
"Why are you so wet?"
I respond with a simple,
"The Rain, The Cold, The Loneliness."
You let out a tsk,
You take out a towel and wrap it around me,
"Lets Get You Warmed Up", You say.
But The Cold had already dissapeared.
Its a complicated thing.
Its not being obsessive,
Yet its not being uninterested.
Its not obsessively calling and texting your dear,
Nor is it ignoring them completely.
Its not making them be with you and only you,
But its being able to accept the fact that they can spend time with others.
When you look into his eyes and see a special look,
When you look at her smile and see how bright it is,
When your stomach gets butterflies whenever they walk by.
When you see them and jump for joy,
When your hands spark when they intertwine,
When your heartbeats beat the same.
When you never want to come home without them again,
When he steals your heart,
And you steal his last name.
ScarsWounded I stand,
On the battlefield of hope.
Everyone stands tall and proud,
While I begin to fade.
My fellow soldiers leave me behind,
They are cured of depression.
And I stay back,
My hope bleeding out of my skin.
I grab to their boots,
Clinging for dear life.
"Sir, please help me!
I'm dying, please save me!"
But every man shakes me away,
Continuing to walk away from me.
I watch them go,
And wait for my demise.
But God lifts me up,
And my wounds are healed.
I can now walk,
Thanks to my precious Lord.
My mind will never be cured of this pain,
Not until I die.
Because my scars still show,
Reminding me of my constant struggle.
But I shall go on,
For I am no longer afraid,
To get cut,
To live in pain.
I know that this is only temporary,
I know it will disappear one day.
I will survive,
And I will be fine.
My WorldWhy are we born into a world of hate?
Knowing all the negative is surely our fate.
Why does the beautiful turn out bad?
Why do we feel the hurt, the pain, and sad?
When everything is right, something goes wrong.
Then all the other good things follow along.
It seems as the light at the end of the tunnel becomes dimmer each day,
But deep in my heart, I still have to pray.
All we have is our hopes and our dreams.
But in our reality nothing is as it seems.
That's why I sit in my own little world.
Away from reality that is mixed up and swirled.
When I am there, I let myself go.
It feels so good to release and not let anyone know.
And in my world, it is peaceful and calm.
No worries, not tension, no sweat in my palm.
In my world the sky is always blue,
the grass is green and the birds sing, too.
It is the only place I know where the lions lay down with sheep.
All are at peace and are fast asleep.
So if you should ever feel the need to get away,
Come with me- to my world one day.
FranceXReader: Talking to The Moon________'s P.O.V.
The sun began to dissappear off of my window seal and set into the horizon. I watched as the glourious moon rose into my view, shimmering with its beauty. I climbed out of my bed and walked over to my chair that I had placed right in front of the window. i opened the curtains and sat down in the chair, staring and smiling at the moon.
My room was dark and black except for the light of the moon and its comrades, the stars. I pulled off my neckless that said Love Never Fails and smiled at it. The memories it brought back were bittersweet but perfect and pure bliss. I looked back up at the moon and glared into its core.
"Moon, how do you do it?" I whispered to it. "How could you be so lonely and not do anything? HOw is it that you are surrounded by all these worthless stars, but you barely ever get to see the one you truely love? How is it that you go so long without seeing the Sun, and you never break apart?" I asked, thinking of my own experiences.
"How is it that you
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty t know
every tragedy and ever
The Sounds Of A DayThere is a man
who wakes every morning
to the sound of ticking,
tick tock tick tock
as he rises
combined with the steady creak
of truly worn bones.
He continues on
drowning the perpetual noise
with his monotony,
both hair and teeth
and two laces
with little bunnies of top.
He walks the empty hallway
to the rhythm of children's laughter
and closes the door
just as it turns to tears.
He arrives at work
brazenly ignoring the serenade of clicks
by a chorus of staples,
cli-click click click.
He is hard to seduce
but soon succumbs to it
wielding his own instrument
just in time for his solo,
rasping upon the stapler
long and hard till
he's finally released.
He runs to the elevator
Indie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My Ears
i like indie rap because it’s art
trapped under a stigma of astigmatism
which is probably why my favorite rappers
wear art frame glasses to see miss
and conception. or somethin’.
i like indie rap because i see myself
in the dudes who weren’t popular enough
to make it into the main’s ear,
soundwaves, or bloodstream
but those other weirdos
wearing sweater vests
with a gold cross linked round necks,
bow ties and nine fifty fitteds.
i like indie rap because i can whisper
broken assonance confused for direct rhymes
and snort lines and hide behind bars
and listen to prison songs
without ending up under the jail.
i like indie rap because i can repeat words
and look cool so words slice through eyes
like swords through irises
because i swore that i’d write
what sounds right and how i’d want
even if you don’t understand how i pen.
so even if my pupil can't pin
down these tones, rhythm, and space
we know tones sigh l
Relief. Relief, oh sweet relief
Miles and miles away
Now, like a nice warm bed
It floods me like the Nile,
Nourishing the irrigation of my veins;
Oh relief, tears of joy
And I will only be honest in this once -
I feared you had left already,
And I had not known you well enough
To understand this.
Today, I am happy
QuartzI am your enigma
I am all that you despise
I am all that you adore
And I never leave your side
I consume the world around you
I am every step you take
I hover just below you
And make your heart ache
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am alive and I am dead
I’m in your head and in your heart
The monster under your bed
I am the caresses you crave
And the kisses you desire
I am the love you deserve
The attention you serve
So I’m not so pure and clear
And I don’t have a golden sheen
My cheeks aren’t sweetly rosy
My purple grace is not mien
My skin’s not milky or sublime
I’m not even shiny gray
I am just a fragile crystal
Almost black from decay
All I could sayIs take care
No harm will be wish upon you
No hatred thrown at you
I will not run after you like I used to
I will not explain myself anymore
I told you enough
So take care
Hermes' Wings Need to be ShinedI'm replacing my eyes so I can stare at the ceiling
and watch as the cars' shadows run past
my window; I'm sick of this bed. I'm tired of this sickness.
I'm tired of being called diseased like I'll get you sick,
stay away from me.
You never left. You never left me alone.
I want to be alone, away from you who sends me endless messages
a day saying how I've done you wrong and caused you so much stress
that I've depressed you, and yet you still come to me with your
"baby, I need you"s; and I can't lie,
I've stretched myself far enough "baby", what you need
is to find someone else who will be your mother
because I'm done "baby"ing you.
I will not rock your cradle, or your world, or
your rocking chair when you get old 'cause god knows
I'm ailing from that motion and I'm just waiting 'till
I'm kneeling before toilet water because I've been struck with sea sickness.
Maybe I brought you good, but god damn it this
this is no good for me to be tied up by your threats of suicide;
Almost and closeWhat is death but the lack of beauty
that I find in you and me,
the trees that accompany my poetry,
the sky that feels lost,
vast and knowledgeable as it is,
in front of my pleas?
Don't blame the music
sometimes, only it could seal my wounds
and stop the bleeding
but I've given some thought
to the new slate, a pristine name -
I could let my next reincarnation
bring truthful fulfillment
Confused sadness.So much pain --
Even though I [thought] I was prepared
Like - like watching old letters burn
That you kept from your parents;
Like a child pulling helplessly
on the string that once held
their favorite toy;
Or the empty food bowl
with the hungry dog beside it;
Or the woman who watched
her other half
sail away, knowing
she would never see him again.
I thought I could handle it
And I'm still trying
But there it is inconsolable sadness
A slow burn ripping me,
A freight train gutting me,
Splashing me across the tracks;
I just want it to stop -
Please don't go away
I don't want to lose
The End of FriendshipThe End of Friendship.
It ends not with anger,
Nor with Harsh words,
Or even fists being thrown.
The End of Friendship,
Is at the very end of the road,
Which does not end with bricks of hate,
Or with rude phrases.
The End of Friendship,
It takes year to come.
It gives you time,
To enjoy the memories.
Because the End of Friendship,
Does not Come by Choice.
It comes when you die,
Or the friend you loved.
The End of Friendship,
Ends when you are split physically,
But Friendship never ends,
Keep in Touch!
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