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Britney Lyn Sep 2017
Our minds are a prison but the difference between yours and mine is I built my bars. Others built yours.
A Oct 2016
My apprehension follows me wherever I go
And points out all of the possibilities of everything
To a point
Where it hurts.

As much as I entertain the fact that these possibilities are mutable,
But then apprehension whispers in my ear
sneering and squeaking like nails against a chalkboard
"How about a 10:1"

That provoking sentence elicits a tsunami of voices
Well-what-ifs and  I-know-buts mostly.
The possibilities seem to grow larger and larger as more evidence is provided that in the next moment of my existence any of these thousands of things can happen! Or better yet, they all happen at once!

The power outages from this flood leave me in a panic
I start to stagger my breathing and sometimes forget to breathe at all.
The rain pours down around my eyes and the thunder rolls around my mouth.
I no longer have control over this storm that's heading south.

And then the storm cools off,
breathing naturally comes again
And I calm down from an attack of rain
And voices in my head.

Apprehension needs a break, but they never gets disheartened
So they tag along on my back and grasps tightly onto my chest and lungs
It's going to be a long walk if I carry this thing around.
Again my apprehension is near,
But this time it's words
"10:1"

"There are 10 chances it could go to Hell, and one chance it won't so make your choice."
Those screeching words
Have made me deaf,
I can no longer hear,
The world around me.
Just that screeching voice
10:1
10:1
A+ to whoever figured out what it was about
Updated Nov 8
This one is for my followers.
Each one of you have hit that "follow button"
you read my poetry.
I have read yours,
each and every one of you,
I have read your poems.
Believe me, or not.
But I have.
Each and every one of you
are beautiful
You read my words,
you come into my world,
and for that
I thank you
You are reviving me.
Saving me.
Keeping me alive.
101 followers.
I feel so grateful
for you all.
Don't ever say
"No one cares about me"
I do
I care,
and I see your emotions
through your poetry
Thank you for reading
Bleeding Diamonds poetry
But that is just a username
this is from the boy behind the words.
This is Zach
thanking you
thank you
my 101 followers
=)
Dora Joe Mar 2015
I'm a realist.
He's a dreamer.
He wants to run away.
I'd say okay.
I'd have to earn first.
He will be okay.

I'm an abuser.
He's a lover.
He wants to make love.
I'd say alright.
But first, I'd chide him.
He will be alright.

I'm a recluse.
He's a free spirit.

He's everything I am not.
I am everything he's not.

<He doesn't look a thing like Jesus..." Music plays in the background>

That's all.
I just love him.

- Doey
You've tried a hundred times, I know,
But don't give up what you've begun;
It may be that what you seek will succeed
In try number a hundred and one.
my 100th 4-line poem

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