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 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Amethyst
Please don't pick
the flowers. They
just want to
grow up to be
beautiful.
I find it ironic how we **** the flowers because we find them beautiful, but we **** ourselves because we find that we're not.
 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Sjr1000
The tree dies
but keeps on growing,
The soul dries up
but keeps on crying,
Lovers leave
but we keep on loving.

Our children keep growing,
But we keep on trying.

The mysterious darkness
keeps on descending,
Light will guide our way,
We are gone
but in memories
we live on.

The earth keeps
on spinning
but
we stand so still.

The ash remains
but we keep on
burning.

Everything is lost
but we keep on
finding.

In the place
between dreams
and awakening
everything is remembered
but we keep on forgetting.

The poem is done
but we keep on going,
The poetry is gone
but we keep on writing.
 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Juniper Deel
He liked
Those dark girls
The ones that
Wear all black
And lots of makeup.
Disturbed and insecure,
They were always
The ones for him.

But she was light and different,
And he fell harder
For her
Than the shooting stars
In the night summer
Sky.

It was a love
Deeper than the ocean.
And nothing even needed
To be said.
Sometimes you would
See them smiling
At each other silently.
And you knew they
Were speaking with
Their eyes.

The two of them
Changed each other.
And they loved more
Than they had thought
Possible.  
She opened up his heart,
With a key she still keeps.

And for her,
He was the bad boy
In a black leather jacket.
He gave her
A sense of wildness
That she so desperately craved.
A rush, a high.
Being "bad" was fun
When they were together.

And the sunset continued
To hum their love song,
As they kissed underneath
God's masterpiece;
In a fury of color
Then darkness.

But if you were
To ask them now,
What went wrong
And why the sky doesn't
Sing anymore;
There would be no answer.
Because they didn't
**** their love.
The people around them did.
Society.

It's been almost
Three years,
He was forced to move away
And they haven't
Seen each other sense.
He's taller and more handsome now.
She filled out and looks better.
They both matured.

It's heart breaking really...
Because that fire
Burned so brightly
And now it's just
A pile of ashes
In the corners of
Their heart's.
 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Juniper Deel
A good writer
doesn't need to curse
in order to express emotions
or make a point.
Things like "I'm so ******* depressed" is NOT true poetry
 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Juniper Deel
Some days I feel I will drown in my own melancholy. Swallowed up by the need for elegance. Waves of thought silently crashing into me.
 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Juniper Deel
Flushed cheeks
Wild eyes
Alcohol on his lips.
Wind blown hair
Salty air
I can feel his fingertips.
Hot breath
On my neck
And your hands on my hips.
 Jan 2015 Tana Young
Juniper Deel
I am as wild as the ink from my pen
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