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yeah it's coincidence her name is there...

Alone

Resonance

Like a bell, vibrant.
My heart hits against my cage.
It wants to get out, to die.
Lies, set my insides to fire.
Ash is painful under the skin.
I fall into my insides, sadly.
I've always hoped to know, the truth.
So run from me, I won't follow you.
Why do roses have thorns?
"Because they're tired of bitches like you cutting them."

* here on the site there's two of the same poems with different titles.
Chee Roxs likes to break hearts.

Satin

The piece of sky above me is silent,
gods regret from their vision over me
they sing in pitches as if singing Psalms
that control the traveling depressed energy,
its the motivation that is lacked.
Mother stands over the rock bearing the name,
over she empties the pools of sadness.
The cracks on the ground lets the liquid sink,
its salty like the sea but not as plentiful.
In a way in which is not seen but felt she is
hurt as if a dagger was driven into her core,
the chest feels as if its filled with holes,
just as if Swiss cheese it lacks the insides,
the same way she lacks him in the outside.
Grains of dirt and sheets of wood surround him.

The sky rains over the skin that's blue.
The devil smiles over the soul that's his.
His wrists are there with vertical decorations,
stitched up with satin laces.

Red Broken Wings

I stroll swiftly through the crackling path. Birds chirp loudly in my ear as the wind gives burning cold kisses to my face. I notice arrow shaped waves in the sky no wonder why there's so much sound. I smell a scent like the green tree ornaments they put in cars but its cool so it doesn't make me sick. There's a thousand bodies of bark preventing me to see the dancing horizon as those limbs block the bright morning light with each slow stride I claim as mine. I fail to take silent steps the path just always seems to rustle. As my breath leaves i can taste the condensation in my wind surfing scarf. I stare ahead at the oldest oak and I'm startled for a second. That monster king of shade that I often searched for in the burning Texas Summer now just stands there blushing red dropping rough pieces of such a natural year creating a bright red-orange carpet underneath its barrel shaped trunk and over its claw-like roots.

S.S.

I had just heard the news yesterday...
Such a story that left me petrified.
Teenagers playing with a gun, oh how sad.
The morning at school was less alike,
everyone by the athletic side they were all so sad.
Crying all over themselves holding each other up,
I heard some of them even wanted to die and it
became completely public and evident as time passed.
Here they are to mourn and there to go out to remember,
friends and enemies alike they all remember the good times.
Denial is a shame too bad some won't change..
and here is not a poem but a song.
To help us remember how the morning was
red bloodshot eyes of tears.

note: To those who know what this one's about. I know that's not really what really happened but its not for you guys... its for the entire world because it would be selfish to mourn alone.