A poster on my wall

Each one of you are different
but all your stories are beloved
all ending so wonderfully
with the first man you ever loved

For that I despise you all
and your stupid fabulous lives
your tiny little waists
and perfectly small thighs

never one single zit
great hair and big eyes
happy castles and villages
with always perfect skies

But for some reason I love y'all
so I guess this poem was senseless
why am I even writing about
some imaginary Disney Princesses

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Notre Dame des Agnes - Paul Gauguin

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Night of our moon

This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind

And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye

Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me

And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky

We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave

And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears

We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light

And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night

Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout

And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

I am

          I am a poet writing of my pain
          I am a girl living a life of shame
          I am he one who you made insane
          I am a person wanting to know more
          I am the one who you showed the door
          I am the one who you will never know
          I am the one who'll let you go
          Because i am the one who will end the show

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