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Have you forgotten so easily?
About the creature that waits patiently.
Waiting for the opportunity,
To break free.

You hide from it under the covers of your bed,
Where the light of your thoughts barely tread.

You can try and run,
And you can try and hide.
But it will always be there,
Crawling in the darkest corners of your animalistic mind.

You shelter yourself in your awaking slumber,
Hiding from who you truly are.
You can try and outrun yourself,
You won't get very far.

You suppress the real you,
And put on the fake you.
You tranquilize it so it stays silent,
Pushing it to grow more violent.
You are a carnivore,
No different from the animal.

We are the evil beneath your skin,
We are so close to freedom!
 Jul 2019 Melissa Taylor
Juno
We will miss you
And that’s okay.
We said we’d win
Whatever it takes.

For the good of the world
You had to jump.
We all know that,
Yet it still cuts.

Are you happy there?
Do you know we won?
And what about him?
Do you know what he’s done?

You both together
Are the reason we won.
You jumped, he snapped.
It worked, but you’re gone.
I love to sleep with both eyes wide open,

So I can catch my dreams in the real world.

Maybe I just made all this up in my head.

I have written the truest story never told.

I dared to laugh at a joke nobody spoke.

Disembarking the coattails of a trail of smoke.

Where's my car?

I forgot where I parked.

I am lost,

In this labyrinth of thought.

But it is okay.

Maybe this is where I am meant to be,

A place made by me.
I want to climb inside to feel your beating heart.
Let me show you another way to love that will bring us closer.
If you say no this may pull us a part.
Let me shoulder my way into you, to become your center.

Shouldering my way into the bunny's burrow,
Shifting my way through the darkness to fill what's hollow.

Something wet and warm is stretching over me.
It welcomes and embraces my entire body.

This is not even half as high as heaven,
But it is as close as spirit.

Many people could not get in,
But I am the perfect fit.

Up to my arms in you,

I am a quater of the way there.

Up to my waist in you,

I am half way there

Up to my feet in you,

I am nearly there.

All the way in now,

All the way...

In.
The shape of the poem provides an answer
Control where to plant the seed,
But not how the tree will grow.
Somebody wants,
Sombody needs,
To **** me before I speak.
Because what I am going to say they won't like!

I am paranoid,
Doesn't change the fact,
That they are after me.
I am not crazy.

They have eyes everywhere,
They are watching me.
They are watching you too,
I hope they see me,
Flipping them off through my tv.

— The End —