rains of bloom Poems

eyes raw.
red like the indian.
lashes wet
soaking tears.
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anorxic.
they look at them in longing.
yearning whispers filling air.
' I wish to be like her...'
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What do you see when you hear me
what image do you conquer up
my face remaining unknown
while your eyes are eyes of lust.
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So tired of sleeping
tired of weaping
exhausted of
the spirit fumes.
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Global tests,
which are the hardest
because they require us to think,
and be more than just
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Why do you touch me?
you pull my hair when i'm not looking
and touch my back when i don't see
why is it that you touch me?
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I hear your voices
in the cold empty streams
and see your face in mirrors,
i look for you
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I don't think he can understand
because Daddy is a selfish man
and momma is asleep beside the roses,
her eyes caked with dust.
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Fury overwhelming
consuming all other emotions.
Prime charecteristic.
leaving you shaken.
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Invisibility to the crowd
but standing up on stage
all eyes pointed somewhere else
not seeing the pain upon my face.
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