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Look.
Those dull spheres swivel
Like worn marbles.
Their eyes take all
Give nothing back.
They hold hands and rut
And make more dull people.
They never read what they don't
Have to. Crass colours and games
Fill their hours, their crooked faces
Sneer back at me. Tiresome talking
Drowns me out; drives me mad.
Look.
All those false tanned women.
False hair, skin, mind, heart.
Nothing is real
Nothing has substance.
They are walking grease.
Sin made manifest.
I will not touch them.
They repulse me.
Look.
A reflection.
Bad teeth and worse skin
And a stooped, bent back.
What a waste you are!
Who made you God?
A puritan's sneer
And a rich boy's haircut
Are all you have.
Those dull spheres swivel
Like worn marbles.
Their eyes take all
Give nothing back.
They hold hands and rut
And make more dull people.
They never read what they don't
Have to. Crass colours and games
Fill their hours, their crooked faces
Sneer back at me. Tiresome talking
Drowns me out; drives me mad.
Look.
All those false tanned women.
False hair, skin, mind, heart.
Nothing is real
Nothing has substance.
They are walking grease.
Sin made manifest.
I will not touch them.
They repulse me.
Look.
A reflection.
Bad teeth and worse skin
And a stooped, bent back.
What a waste you are!
Who made you God?
A puritan's sneer
And a rich boy's haircut
Are all you have.
Literature
Remember That Girl?
Remember that girl, so innocent and sweet?
Who lived in a fantasy and believed in dreams?
That girl who would laugh and smile just for fun?
From monsters and terrors she never had to run?
That girl who let her imagination run free?
Unafraid to be all that she could be?
That girl that would never submit to the dark?
With so much spirit and so much heart?
That girl who would stand up for what was right?
Who was unafraid to live and enjoy her life?
That girl whose eyes were lovely and bright?
Who believed the only limit was the sky?
Well
She's gone now and she's been replaced
That sweet little girl has be
Literature
The Kind of Girl
I’m the girl who swallows bullets
And paints petrol over stars,
I’m a girl that sits atop the moon
And hopes she’s gone too far,
This kind of girl screams love letters
She dreams in black and white,
The kind of girl who runs in orbit
In the poetry of nights.
I'm the kind of girl who laughs at pain
A girl to hurt and love,
I'm the kind of girl who tries too much
A vision in the dirt.
© 2013 themagpiepoet
Literature
I Am That Girl
I'm the girl who writes poems
Because it helps me get my feelings out.
It's the only way I know how.
I'm the girl who will love anyone
No matter who they are.
I'm the girl, who can be annoying at times,
But I love life and everything in it.
I'm the girl who will always make
Room in her heart for someone,
Because I love just about everyone.
I'm the girl, who will flirt with you,
But never admit to you how I really feel.
I'm the girl who will truly love you.
No one will ever love you as much as I do.
By: AngelofLight03
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A poem about my complete disgust towards the people that surround me and myself.
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It's written so nicely!
Reminds me of Catcher in the Rye for some reason.
Reminds me of Catcher in the Rye for some reason.