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If beauty is only skin deep, how come my makeup doesn’t come cheap?
Split between the vessels of love:
either smoothed with success
or emptied and rough.
Where the friction yields challenge
and the emptiness hope,
seems the smoother the surface, the tighter the rope.
But the sharpness of clamor
risen from a swift fall shouldn’t clasp a bird’s wing
while it stands in a sprawl.
So don’t argue a mind
which has turned on its’ heir;
set the polish on fire,
then spit out a prayer.
Save your evangelistic bullshit
for someone worthy of your cause.
I am no misguided child
parched for a swig of your tasteless faux pas.
I am not a delusional soul
in need of a savior from my own wrong doings,
so please point your white-feathered cunning lashes
towards a fool worth pursuing.
.Twenty nine and fully broken
time has burnt all it awoken
twenty six and somewhat fearing
quickly hope keeps disappearing
twenty three and slightly doubting
pushing through with fights and shouting
twenty one and so content
fixating on touch and scent
seventeen and fraught with dreams
taking love to its extremes
fifteen years and sprung with joy
of falling for a charming boy
fourteen years and a pure heart
where devil’s lust begins to start.
Disgust flashed through my aching bones
as I caught on that every word
I’ve written, said, cried out, or slurred
were granted to me as senseless loans.
Spoon-fed by others, who were just as naïve
to accept all opinions and chow down all beliefs.
Like an eager rat terrier jumping high for her treat,
I regurgitate noise, garbage thoughts, and deceit.
There’s a pattern of madness, which I cannot avoid -
fitting in with mass is the way I was taught.
And as media drains my false will and free thought
the idea of “I” will be firmly destroyed.
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