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The ghostly shades blew through the window;
faded fainted color painted years ago,
desperately trying to live again,
but failing description.
The purple of an aunt's kettle, everyone hated it, always leaked, staining pearly lace
with brown crappy coffee.
The green of hideous grandmotherly wallpaper that all her kids hated but
nobody cared enough to change, why ruin her scheming?
Purple kettle steaming
The red-white-red-white barberpole near Sam's that we
never really went to but it was so familiar till the place burned down
green wallpaper rotting
And this canticle of color did a line-reel over suburbia, blowing nothing
at all with the wind
and filled young hearts with ennui
so rightfully belonging to their elders.
Red and white mixed, peppermints,
roses on a grave.
faded fainted color painted years ago,
desperately trying to live again,
but failing description.
The purple of an aunt's kettle, everyone hated it, always leaked, staining pearly lace
with brown crappy coffee.
The green of hideous grandmotherly wallpaper that all her kids hated but
nobody cared enough to change, why ruin her scheming?
Purple kettle steaming
The red-white-red-white barberpole near Sam's that we
never really went to but it was so familiar till the place burned down
green wallpaper rotting
And this canticle of color did a line-reel over suburbia, blowing nothing
at all with the wind
and filled young hearts with ennui
so rightfully belonging to their elders.
Red and white mixed, peppermints,
roses on a grave.
Literature
Not my Valentine
A day for lovers, a day for her
Standing in the shadows I can see
A night for two, and a night with you
Cherishing now and what is to be...
A candle light dinner, made just for two
Walking, under the light of the moon
Hand in hand, and heart to heart
Back to the room, oh not too soon
Looking in your eyes, your lips collide
The mood is set, a flower on the bed
Soft light, music, and her skin of silk
A tender sweet kiss placed on lips of red
Her dress cascades softly to the floor
The air is filled with the scent of desire
Red lace and curves she's a lovely goddess
Taken with a lust that burns like a fire
Her night is so perfect, ren
Literature
A Letter of Understanding
Dear Heart,
Let us come to an understanding.
Welcome to your wake up call.
You are a fool. I'm sorry, but it is true.
Life isn't a fairy tale.
You knew this, always.
There is no such thing as happy endings.
The frog you wanted to kissed… he'd still be a frog.
And that prince?
He was perfect- sweet, smooth talking, a dream come true.
Until you found out he was only charming; not sincere.
Sitting on the steps as the dawn falls around you, waiting for him like in the movies?
Honey, he's already moving on. Those tail lights you see driving away in your mind's eye?
Yeah, they're his.
Never trust love; never think for a minute it's true.
Literature
Logic of the Heart
It's not easy, looking at a situation in a logical sense.
You're left on the outside, watching from a distance
Listening to the whispers of regret
Trying your hardest to just forget, but
Emotions are omnipotent, they fuck with your reason.
They cause your mind to commit unlawful treason,
Upon yourself.
Take the opportunity to dissect your decision:;
It was an easy answer at the time
But doubt is a rough bullet to chew.
A choice is but a momentary instance,
The aftermath is what lasts a life time.
So you take that split second and record it,
Perpetually playing it and pressing rewind.
It's a goddamn war inside of your head,
Games of the mind
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Sunday night ennui hits everyone. No big deal. I'm about to go take a nap.
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