You want to be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit.

This is the creation that the nine hours I spent in PHX resulted in:

flowering - deflowered?
not positive. not negative.
pushing petals, pushing me.
creatively writing a life.
perfect illusions, pathetic allusions.
not even trying, barely caring.
emotions flickering across the surface,
not registering on the Richter scal.
who am I kidding?
lies spread fast when you're the only one who believes.
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11:09 AM

pumpkin problems.
I'm no cinderella.
fairytale princes don't even look.
best friend to the princess.
overlooked by all
there are perks to this job
I'm a wallflower
pretty enough to be forgotten
"not memorable"
blank, allowed to be nothing.
more or less.
power - less.
pumpkin?

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why can't i understand?
why won't you let me in?
who are you to hurt me so?
why do i trust you even though
i know you are bad for me?
i'm so selfish. pathetic.
embarrassing. fat.
it only takes one step.
could i be free?
would you let me?
do you know you hold the keys?
scratch that.
you've got the whole damn shebang.
the glint of your hair is a warning
that not a soul can read.
i'm not the only one in hiding.

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i can't get off the ground
barely lift my head
no strength or hope
pained and young
a tortured soul
a wish, a spark,
a glint in your hair
crushed, burnt,
head spinning wildly
out of control again
no clue, no common sense
just little old me
tall, young me really
so full of cliche and allusion
not even speaking words of my own

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Cute boy @ PHX ... after seven hours.

hey look!
your hair glints just like his.
your smile is crooked and cute.
you remind me of neil patrick harris.
how cool.
but i'm shy and quiet.
you're on your laptop, again.
confusion never looked so good.
i want to text you little =]'s
or give you a hug,
'cause i'm tired and stressed.
home would be nice.
i miss my boys,
and your smile is just right.
i give good hugs, i promise.
my head hurts. again.
airports give me migraines.
i see you looking at me,
out of the corner of your eye.
are you writing about me too?
your tie makes you look good.
blue stripes that match your eyes.
those eyes... yum.
but your hair glints just like his
so i can't.
i'm running away now.