shallow

A Face and A Mirror

and I'll find my way back and fill every crack
of what I dared to abandon and lack
As I hid under a shadow and erased my name
Because all others thought I was just a game

To take the needles called imperfections out of my heart
and use them as the strength to guide me a better part
Where the papers of my chapter aren't so wrinkled and illegible anymore
and I open my real eyes and to the light, beckoning, a real door


To my surprise, all is shining and ever free
and the clear sparkle of waters bring to reflect the real me
So, then, what brings you, what monster are you, foul mirror?
To sacrifice my time and what I hold ever dearer?


I ask you then, will it be a face, or will it be my words?
Or do my words mean nothing, flocking appeal to idle herds?

Bring to me please, the powerful quality and grace of personality
and let beauty paint my face, beauty associated with the pureness of my mentality

Not the only one going crazy~

Dark night, bright moon,

you lit my heart on fire.

scorching sun, you have given me purpose,

it lifts me higher.

 

drift into sleep, I'm wishing to see you in my dreams...

at least I can feel you there..

I miss the way you'd push back your hair..

off to the side when you just don't care..

 

the taste of June.. 

the scent of July.. 

the warmth of August.. 

September i'll always remember.

October is way worth to forget.

feeble, faint... 

 

painting a portrait with this soul that reminds me of you,

smudged & running.. 

is this all now but a delusion...?

I can't help but question... 

 

please precious smile, stay with me for a long while.

eyes so piercing..

i'm sorry I can't stop myself from recapping..

it's breaking me apart inside

but i'll hold myself together & stick around for the ride..

 

shallow waters.. low tide.

stop trying to pry open my head.. 

i'll keep shaking you off to the side, instead..

if you can't understand these petty complexes..

i'm not the only one going crazy.

i'm not asking you to save me.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.13.13

Pretty and Witty

Our world of gold and blue.
Slick, bleech, pearly white smiles,
mascara and boy’s laps.
Talk about bras,
talk about friends,
talk about clothes.

There’s soap opera love, there’s crushes.
We are passion all dressed up.
We love, we miss, we hurt.
Our hearts break.
Talk about bras,
talk about friends.

We sing along to choruses
and cry in movies.
Let the artists tell our stories
we’ll follow.

We are eternal souls in a disposable world,
Weed to laugh
alcohol to fuck.
Eternity was gone out of fashion.
We are little spirits all dressed up
in flirty looks and witty responses,
our eyes hidden in make-up.
We have time for sex, not love
We seek cleverness, not kindness

Don’t cling to anybody
don’t whine.
We’re all too entertained to cry,
and too busy to listen.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

it's not all that poetic, i actually started writing it in my diary as a complainy entry. god i'm so sick of this shallow shit

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