Little Red
Streetlights shine on her scarlet beauty
Rosy cheeks on a pale complexion
Ruby lips feign subtle happiness
Sweet Lily Flower
Skin as white as a lily flower
Eyes shining blue as the water it sits on
Words carry the sweetness of perfume
Gentle steam carries the flower
Into my heart
Where it lies
Love is Something for All to Follow
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Love is a vice
Love, wicked, ugly love
Contorts all,
For all to follow
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Love is a grace
Left behind by God
Love connects all
For all to follow
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God This One is Cringe
It has been a year since I last saw her
The girl that lifted my sorrow into serenity
Backward as I was, she turned me around
But something changed
Her crooked smile was replaced with a scowl
The unusual bitterness of her confused me
"Is this the same girl that forgave my depravity?"
I asked myself, but no matter how much I pried,
Looking internally was the wrong choice
"Who are you"
I asked her
She did not reply
The Cringe of Spring and Winter
You live inside spring
The flowers sing
The clouds cry
I live inside winter
Your heart, full of color
Lightning clouds fill my eyes
The smell of grass and pollen drifts through the air
Spring welcomes you
Tears fall from the sky
Why am I winter?
Collection of Hardboiled Stuff
Dog of the motherland, where do you lie?
As you lay to die, are you relieved?
For your days of fighting have come to an end
Slaughtered quickly without pain
A body left depressed in the mud,
Perpetually frozen in the sigh of the soul's release
Rot slowly smiling upon your dormant body
Sweet release of death, is it comforting?
Leaving behind all vice and evil, do you lie at ease?
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The shovel strikes the dirt true
Driving its tip deep into the soil
Autumn leaves coat the surface
The shovel meets a rock in its path
The shovel is driven in dirt anew
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Anger unleashed
Creates masterpieces
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