Behind every smiling girl, Are the tears she's been trying to hide May there be times she wants to hurl Letting her pride down, she just let them slide.
Sticks and stones, breaking bones Yet words seem painless, seem light. Those were the words she believes on; Battling her great weakness with all her might.
People may laugh, people may mock Repeatedly she says, “I'm fine, I'll be alright” As she lays in bed all alone, save for a clock, She cries and cries as long as the night.
At first glance, she looks so strong It was only to hide away her true self She's fragile, won't stay sturdy for long Her feelings she stack up on her shelf.
So if you see a girl who smiles with glee, Remember that she's in a battle, fights night and day For you not to ask in worry: hey, are you okay? ”
warriors.
Author: Reiya
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Date: 30/03/2020
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Origami Warriors
He told me he stopped smoking. Threw away the packs of Mayfair Into the river next to his house. The river where we once spent the evening Talking about why stars align the way they do, As if they know what they are doing. Neither of us knows what we are doing.
We are tea stained maps, And fragile lungs, And he is bruised fingertips from writing ‘I don't love you. I'm sorry. ' I am shallow breaths in early winter. Waking up at five to five to wait for the sun to rise.
He is made of sugar cubes And campfires; Glowing in the dead of the night As if they have a right To be the main attraction. We are 3am scribbles in notebooks
And origami warriors. You folded me so easily With your piano playing fingers. And when I wasn't looking, You made me into a boat and pushed me onto that same river. Lit matches for a sail and finally, let me burn.
Her eyes burn with a fire. Like a passion you can't resist. The warrior awakens. The opponent is found unfit. She strikes out a laugh. The kind you don't forget. Like a cry to the gods, Letting them know the war is about to begin. Her beauty strikes you in your spot. Freezing you lost in thought. She makes the first move. Dangerous and cocky. Wind in her hair, Breathing down your neck. The last thing you see before your untimely death. It doesn't take long for this warrior to win. Every battle field she crosses she reaches the other end. Filled with rage and the passion of fire. Striking down anyone in her way of what she desires.
My Red Indian girl Approaches with Sun waves behind her. Rays broken on Wheat sheaf, brown Pollen flies, dither, Vulture on cut poppy heads.
Hands gently brush Bull rush, torches Of an ancient fire That burns, that burns The curling hearts of ferns.
I want to meet you there My love, Who stares At the sky Like a Sun flower. '
II
Scorched earth
The holy fire That licks from your Irish mouth. The Catholic words, That spill from your Holy spirit. Hang in the air Like ragged linen On a dirty child.
My empty boy, Let me slip my hands Under your gas mask And kiss the chlorine from your mouth, '
III
We are the Sun Warriors
When we're together.
Strung out, Drugged up, Lovers of light, Lovers of the summer Drought and bubble mud.
I want, I want Our stitched up hearts. And when we're gone, please let us lie In a heathen space And find our heaven in the sky. '
IV**
The Sun
That damned spot, Blinks. Gods eye though Screamed at Gives no reply.
That damned spot Blinks In a empty sky I opened my heart to god And heard you reply.
