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Bunny BunnyHis pitter-patters thumpBunny Bunny by DJvoLLi
against the floor
as he runs, tail high and kinked,
to greet me at the door.
A chirp then a rub.
A hop and
into my arms he comes rumbling,
wiggling and squeaking.
He missed me, and I
kiss his ears in agreement.
Firm against my chest.
Glossy black on my skin.
I'm the only girl that gets
pumpkin spice all year long.
And as I look into his deep orange eyes;
all my stress is gone.
They call it 'Night'This tomb of gloom and tragedyThey call it 'Night' by DJvoLLi
Cold. Dark. Misery.
They call it “night”
Quiet. Inspiration. Romance
All long for your soft radiance
I wax, then wane
My spirit sinks
Why rise every day!?
Then they lie, they steal
They cheat, they kill...
How self-absorbed you are!
This darkness they call “night” is much more than being a fright!
They need the dispassion of your calm silky air
Yet I hear their shouts; their screams
...because they struggle through my day
Even in their dreams
...without rest or time for play
You bring them peace can’t you see?
“Can’t I see?” past this travesty!?
Look not at the pain
While others fight
Some dream all night.
Watch the children in their beds
UntitledThey keep saying it'sUntitled by DJvoLLi
Going to get easier
But I doubt it will
I see my hands slow
I feel my own eyes roll back
About time death rattles
No will, skill, trill, thrill,
Is going to be worth it
I doubt everything
PinchingI pinch and pullPinching by DJvoLLi
Try to drag it away
But even so
Those numbers grow
Every single day
Just how much longer until I’m beautiful?
I see what I want.
It walks past me in the halls,
But hides from me in my mirror.
Did those girls cry,
Scream at themselves until the fat just died?
I’ll starve this monster that keeps me awake,
Another digit higher and I’m unable to fake
My calm under all this fear.
Knowing I’ll always be this way.
No matter how hard I pull with these man hands of mine,
It stays and my skeleton goes farther into hiding.
“But Mercedes, beauty isn’t determined by size!”
Shut up! I don’t need to hear those lies!
Haven’t you seen those pretty dames?
The ones that laugh at me while I change,
And point out all my stretch marks and pains,
Paint the picture clear; I’m out of my mind:
If I think I’ll ever be beautiful.
I work out, I diet, I do everything you possibly can,
But… here are the r
Spells, Characters and Letters, familiars;|
Moxious roars, echoe into my grey toned visions,
They paint my breath, they are slaves
as I am,
to the inner monologue.