Poetry

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Your love is a filthy lie, like the ink, on your eyelids.
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Your disguise is poor, Won’t fool a life; Only those whose souls have been torn, Ripped, And, Battered. I can’t stand the scorn, How do you?

Your arms are weak, They can’t hold me up.

My heart is encased in iron chains. Please, tell me, Do you have the key, It’s been passed around too much, The fingerprints smudged.

I sit and wait, My skin withers. Catch my tears on the golden plate. Keep your lips away, They’re poison to me, Your skin a toxin. I guess I can’t help myself.

Don’t stop. I want to. I burn inside, The flames like to lick. I feel as though, You wish to push me, But all you do, Is pull me close. Stop. It hurts me.

Water is pretty I will fall in Fall in Fall in Fall in.

I secretly wish That someone Would give me an excuse, Anything at all, To strike them, So that I could cry, And apologize, But only use my latest excuse, As I kiss your face better. //**Alex Henry**//
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//You do know,// //My sweet,// //That you are to die tonight?// //Where do you wish it?// //Where the sand lives all around you?// //Where the stars are endless?// //Within your lover’s embrace?//

I do not know, Where I wish to sleep eternally, For I am not fatigued. But if I must rest… If I must choose… It would not be surrounded sand; For who wishes to die cold, dirty, and wet? It would not be where the stars are boundless; For after a while, even the stars must leave. What does this leave me with? The embrace of my lover. Nor do I wish to die there; For I have no lover; None to love; None to like; None to live for.

//So where are you to die?// //What is your wish?//

My wish is to die before you; Alone with my lonely heart.

//My dear,// //Before you are taken,// //I ask you why you have chosen this.// //You may rest anywhere you wish.// //Why before me?// //The one who foretells the end?//

Because, My life has been long, And hard, And cruel. From the beginning, To the middle, But nay, not the end. You have showed me the kindness, I have always craved. You give the gift of choice. I thank you.

//Rest easy,// //For your soul is safe.// //Rest your lonely heart.//

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 * Alex Henry**

__//**Two Way**//__
Where do I find my own identity? Should I look into a mirror, Or ask a guy for his opinion?

Being around him I feel lost; And dont know whether or not If it's a good thing or a bad thing.

The way he looks at me... I get immediate butterflies; My face goes red; My heart pounds as if a hammer is hitting it.

The reaction I get when we see eachother Is very shocking like a lightning bolt, A crack to my heart. What is that reaction saying about me?

Should I care about his opinion, Or should I just look into the mirror, And realize who I really am?

He tells me I'm beautiful But I don't know who to believe. Should I go with my heart Or take someone elses advice?

People say we look cute together... But I need time for me to find out who I really am, And what my identity is.

My identity is inside my heart. I may not be beautiful, And I may not be exactly What you're looking for.

But I could tell you one thing: I am who I am; I don't care about looks; I care about who you are.

And for seeing that, A true person can only find their identity Deep down in their heart.

posted by Alex Henry
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It's odd, how it feels as though snakes are whispering lovely words in my ears as they strangle the living life out of me.

Grasp the moon, because with it stays the shadows that conceal my tears... but does nothing to mask the whimpering.

One sided, topsy turvey not knowing what's hiding in the dirt, a hand to grab, a heart to beat, feel the ticking under your feet, the jolt when you realize your time is up.

Then the moon will turn to flame, scorching your fingers dripping dripping blood. Stinging with the lies you've told, or are they? Are they only sweet accusations? Or just pretty forgotten reminders? I lay in the snow. //Alex Henry//