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Violet Rose Feb 2015
His eyes are a thousand galaxies combined into one.
It's like looking into a world of turning secrets and masked emotions.
These mysteries reveal themselves one colour at a time,
but are never the same.
His eyes are never just hazel.
Or just brown, or just green, or just blue.
They are a forest of trees, with the colours of the flowers
and the spark of the sky.
His eyes speak a million words all at once,
and I hear all of them.
His eyes are a hundred places all at once,
and they take me to all of them.
January 15, 2015 - 8:02 AM
Violet Rose Feb 2015
My dear lover, why did they put me here?
Reckless in authority
     Pushing, pulling, straining, taming
Trying to *tame
me
     Tame you, tame us, tame them!
Would someone please try to tame them?
     Save them, save me, save us, love
They did it because of a love
     What's so wrong about love?
Whipping, striking, beating, bleeding
     One hit, two hits, three hits, four
     Five knocks me to the floor
Sit up! Stand up! See your ****** mother cry!
     I'm sorry brother for lusting lies
Lies told and lies seen
     Lies for things which you define me
Kick the chair from beneath my feet
     A noose hangs loose from this old tree
As my neck strains against these strings
     Last thoughts wonder to Adam & Eve
Who ate the fruit which planted these seeds
     The poisoned fruits are *you and me
February 12, 2015 - 14:12
  Feb 2015 Violet Rose
Andrew Durst
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Trying some concrete poetry again.
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