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The Facade

Pretty face,cosmetics, lace,blue eye shadows,forming shadows,hiding lies,bitterness and spite,

Who was she? Who had she become?

With her innocence now gone. She had lost her identity,where would this type of woman fit in this cold world,what was her life depleting?

Her standards were crushed,while chasing love in a rush she had no time to pray or the right words to say.

She felt like a raged doll filled with hay,no real feelings,none that really mattered.

She was existing and not living the life God wanted her to,

She had become someone else and time was running out as her mask began to crack.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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The mazed mind

My mind some say it’s a maze, take time to gaze and peer a little deeper you may just be amazed. My place of solace,from a draconian world. My place to calm emotional storms and grow mentally. My escape to memories long lost, may have even gathered moss; yet like a child I retreat to a theatre of mix emotions anger, sadness and joy. My black hole where I conceal pampered wishes of secret sentiments, that will remain in the Rein’s of my mind because every man requires an empress in his life even if they are just a friend. It’s all said best in the mind where nothing at all is said this sweet surrender when the eyes are closed and u can feel your own heartbeat.

Written by

Richelieu Sanford