pantoum
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Born to be unloved.
Made to be broken.
It’s tough love and shoves.
Quick slaps whenever miss spoken.
Made to be broken.
Smelling dung and sunshine,
Inspiration is shy.
With chickens I’m,
Asking why,
Inspiration is shy?
Or is it darkness?
It was difficult to hear at such a young age.
She should’ve known it was bound to happen.
They weren’t happy anymore.
Childhood friends on the playground;
Playing in the sand finding gems;
Getting ourselves dirty for no reason;
Becoming our own superheroes.
Within human introspection comes a price,
A revelation to the darkness of the mind.
Venturing inside requires the roll of the dice,
Are you ready for something not so kind?
"I feel like I don't really know much about you,"
Spoken by three friends I have known for over two hundred days.
Only a little over half a year is really no time at all though.
She couldn’t even whisper
In her eternal sleep
Had to wait ‘till he kissed her
Lovely ladies don’t peep
In her eternal sleep
She sat quietly, waiting for the storm to end
But when it didn’t, she ran.
She tried to see through the fog
And waited for the mist to rise,
the clock ticks remarkably fast,
take a deep breath and look back,
each moment is becoming the past,
think of experiences you still lack.
take a deep breath and look back,
I take a journey into another land.
Travel to long forgotten places.
Explore new worlds and meet new people.
I become an adventurer.
Travel? To long forgotten places?
It all began on a windy day,
When I held my carved heart on a plate,
And that was when she tapped her heels,
Afraid of the fact I was hollow.
I held my carved heart on a plate,
And in the end that was all she could hear;The sound of his breathing as he made his assault.She screamed, but it was if no one was near.How could this have been her own fault?
To match her skirt of scarlet red
Below a long, grey coat,
The crown of feathers on her head
Above a soft, pink throat.
Below a long, grey coat
To the black and white minstrel
Capped in red
Drumming a ballad of beat
In a forest ballroom with ceilings of leaves
Capped in red
Autumn trees stand tall
He lays there
alone in his crib
His eyes flutter shut
And he sleeps
Alone in his crib
with a blanket over his feet
And he sleeps
dreaming of the future
the smell of pumpkin spice in the air
crunching leaves underfoot with high-heeled boots
golden candlelight illuminating from carved pumpkins
the sweet taste of warm apple cider in a red mug
When the morning arises and the city blooms a flower
Rooted deep in the heart of man
It spreads grotesquely in the light of the brightest sun
Urging forward the time for murder and creation
It is time to get up;I hear the pounding on the door.He yells-because it is what I deserve
Something small told me to wait in silence,
but the bitter voice of my heart's scars
kept mourning every aching wound that cried out
at the mottled shadows of the night,
I have been known to be an irritant
to friends and family(the few that I see).
Right brain always fishing,
a puzzle to twist, a code to crack.