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I'm an open book here, and I have a lot to say, so I'll just say it.

Monday, June 24, 2013

What is This Weather For?

The stars are here
and the skies are clear
then the clouds rolled in
when April and I came;

I didn't mean to make you turn thunder,
I didn't mean to make you turn cold,
I didn't mean to change your season,
I didn't mean to swallow you whole.

I know I'm not just what you need.
I know I'm not just what you asked for,
a fifth season to add to your year.
I know you would be fine with that
if I didn't take days from the rest.

So every time I say I see this weather
you swear it's just one storm,
but I can tell by your change of heart
that it's me you're changing for.

I wish it wasn't so easy to
show you that you're wrong.

I'm sorry I'm not what you asked for,
I'm sorry I turned you thunder,
I'm sorry I turned you cold,
I'm sorry I gave you a new season,
I'm sorry I swallowed you whole.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

This is What Happens When Sweetness Fades.

Beauty never sees beauty,
inner, outer, or otherwise.

It only sees
charm, wit, and seduction.

After all, what is sweeter
than the taste of sugar?

Not the beauty
of a bitter temptress,
however captivated
the tempted may be-

He'll only fall victim
to the optical beauty
which will try to force him
to an early grave,

and she'll take
all his charm away
stowing it for herself
till she can move on
and find another
so called ugly soul to steal.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

It's Yours, Use It.

We weren't meant to dwell
in sadness or misery
but pain is unique
and meant to be felt
because it shapes us.

Don't ever dull that,
it's meant to give you edge.

The sharper that edge
the stronger you are,
the more capable you become
of cutting through
the dwelling in the future.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

These Colors Only Paint a Picture.

My heart is red;
like a sunrise on a stormy day,
grey when the clouds roll in,
silver when lightening
strikes the earth,
and loud like thunder.

My heart is blue;
like a sunset after a rainy day
and all the colors a heart can hide,
will never describe
the feel of piercing rain
turning my pale skin pink,
or the wind blown
ache in my ear.

These colors don't tell
you that the wind blew
to the tune, cool and white
as if God purposely pushed
the air for my enjoyment,
and sent a chill through my body
to remind me He's still around.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

I Don't Need a Reason.

When you ask me,
"Why do I care?"

I should only
question you the same
instead of dignifying
a significant response.

As if any other response
I would give otherwise
would only catch your brain
in a net anyways.

So if I question you the same
I think you'd find
your answers are to blame.