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Vanity


Vanity sneaks past your pure untainted eyes. It hides behind sparkling lies.
The beauty you admire so extravagantly is merely a shell to mask the sin. You do not see what the shell so easily suppresses within.

You use to be a guileless child. But with lust you were easily defiled.
It only took one man to change your point of view. He easily persuaded you to abandon everything you perceived to be true.

You long to ease the anguish within your broken heart. To redo the day it was so viciously torn apart.


But that Redo will never Be. So you began to live off of only the things you can see.

That is when Vanity first buried itself within your troubled soul. You looked through it's deceitful eyes, and thought your body was distastefully dull.
You began with the way your body moved. So you transformed your walk to silky smooth.

Then you transited to the way your body looked. That is when vanity caught you on it's addictive hook.


You could not for see the extreme abuse you would put your body through. You could not see what damage vanity would eventually do.

You soon began to loath yourself, and think you were a repulsive whore. You craved to encounter another man whom you could easily adore.


Of course they all took advantage of your pleasing mood. They were all so vicious and crude.

You never comprehended how all this could happen because of one seductive man. It turns out he didn't even give a damn.


All this arose from a piece of temptation. It made you think you deserved eternal damnation.

Of course this is absolutely not true but that will not stop you.
So be cautious of a man whom is just pleasing to the eye. That lust will eventually die.

A moment of pleasure is not worth a lifetime of hurt. Don't treat yourself like dirt.
If you're not dead then you have your whole life ahead.

There is more then the charm and the lust you have received. Do not let yourself be so easily deceived.


Remember your vanity will begin grow. It will be too late before you know.

The addiction is not worth that oh so pretty boy. Don't become it's abused toy.


Vanity is just another seductive lie. Another way to get the guy.

So to wrap up your sad life history, we'll end with a confusing mystery.
It is a warning to us all. To save us from the agonizing fall....

 

To be able to grow the grain you must begin with a little rain... Just like vain.

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Madam Nixie

Hi, my names Courtney. Poetry is one of my biggest hobbies, because it allows you to express yourself on a whole different level. I am a passion kind of chick, and I carry more of it in my work than anything else. It shows in my poetry, along with my books. Music is my muse, I thrive off the beats and rhyme of each song, it helps me create the emotion and expand it in every word. My personality is straight forward, I have a very natural temper issue, which leads to violence but I keep it in check very well unless you touch the few subjects that I grow impatient in. I cannot stand people who judge and step all over others. If I witness it, I usually give them a taste of their own medicine. Protective instincts are a key element to sparking my anger, so picking on others is definitely not tolerated with me. I will show you my signature pimp slap, and turn you into the victim, because Karma is my best friend. My poetry is all rhyme, besides maybe one because that is what comes naturally to me, so if you don't like that, sorry but that's my style. I'm a R.A.P: Rhyme artist of poetry. Over all, I'm different, but I'm okay with that. I'm not emo, scene, goth, prep or even tom boy. I'm just a plane rocker that loves music. I listen to any style of rock but being classified as anything other than original just isn't me. So go with the flow, and just let it be.

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