Jacob Underwood

Sweetened light I'm chasing through winds to see
Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels
The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals
My future new flipped over on its heels
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I see you gracefully dancing on the leaves of the rhubarb bluebird
Picking out seeds inspecting them with your little eyes bluebird
A great father you are willing to go through gale winds for them bluebird
I respect seeing you not crumbling like stalwart like the tree you live in bluebird
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Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in
The broken bottles of glass line streets
Liveliness lining the sidewalk
Loudly shouting down for you
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As I see the growths from your coffin a green rose
I miss you so much as might skin digs with envy.
Everyone abandoned you leaving your corpse froze.
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Festering tongue only made of cinnamon.
Sickly sweet chords horribly sung like poison.
Thinking that I'm just innocent naïve and a simpleton.
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As cute honey flowers cannot show my heart.
As the love is so pure it makes me sick.
I dance and sway in between lines with how I feel about you.
The petals dance with my feet tangling me.
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Everything in my eyes fogs and distorts and my hands start to tremble.
the paper staring back at me and the shredded remains of wood and metal.
gray ivy and pink irises staring at me waiting for me to fix their cyclops curse.
I don't know how to fix you my hands keep wanting to give I think we both need a nurse.
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painted walls drip from a pearl iridescent shine on rich gold.
platters of foods all dripped in a yellow shimmer of fondue.
a meal of the gods that any greedy person would easily pursue.
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wire strains from your eyes with made up sea crashed idols.
as you beat your fingers against anything you can each touch like blasted cymbals.
as you pick your throat with a voice so harsh and demanding to make even drowned noodles -
go stiff. with you tormenting everyone else with a gopher-Ish sickly sonata.
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Painted reindeer lights stain your walls years before their time.
As you spit out angles and numbers
without directive sight.
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such a snake shimmering luster and greed there is nothing that you don't need.
fangs and bite leaving gasoline splattered over the orange skies complete.
skies fading into neon pink sparkling fruitful with tiny shards ok blue to decorate.
you are to feed on the gluttony of the skies color we all know it its hard to hide your hunger.
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as the crunch of winter fades in and whisps a flurry across July ashes
hanging old snapdragon dried up into coffee gray skulls.
dead dust twinkles from them to the ground with not a sound not a pulse
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I must please and sway with glitter and glass as it rains from swaying silvered broken chandeliers.

as wires of French gray revolt out of their throats every chord and melody spelling, I want you.
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eyes of darkened quartz and skin dotted with freckles like fish
bait in an endless ocean
stumbling around mazes of fountain grass cackling like an old
man
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The slew of Ivy reigns across the -sheets and sunken pillow
while silver needles break and -flake upon every thought
Every shake and change of fate -comes creaking from the window
Makes the stem bare their teeth -again for what was taught
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You mold over your own weaknesses and leave a crinkly heap
Wisteria flowers to decorate the coffin that you've sunken in deep
As your limbs die off and your flesh starts to warp more into a puddle
Refusing to live or grow like a cookie flooded and starting to crumble
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I can hear the sounds of your teeth as you strain against the pipes
Never a smile on your just a look of indifference to drown everything
But you continue to pulse against the steel only adding to your stress
But through your misery your bile spills from your rib cage
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Worst are when the trees are too high blazing in the autumn sun
Even with hope though it's not easy to get past the branches
Embrace the bark and as each piece flakes upon stepping on it
Value the time you have with the leaves now a few bites can't hurt
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The buttercups could've blossomed freely if
It was just me
You deserved so much better than this
Led in a blaze
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as thorns of black crave down her face like shattered and faded china

her spiraling white locks pour down her face like a frozen train wreck
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