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MysteryBear Jan 2015
In the vast corners of the room was a telephone that read broken. Poets are really deep because they can turn nothing into something. To me, the telephone meant that us as our generation have broken communication. We get rid of our problems over text like ending a relationship or quitting a job.
MysteryBear Jan 2015
Lets die together

Three days is enough love

Forget our parents
Romeo and Juliet were dumb
MysteryBear Jan 2015
I am stuck in 50 shades of gray
Nothing ******
But depressing
Like a bird who nestles in a tree
A bear who hibernates
A lion trapped in a cage
I find comfort in the gray
This is now my home
My aunt thinks I like being sad.
MysteryBear Jan 2015
Some people believe that dreams warn us

Others believe that its depictions of your subconscious

I had a dream of of our lips pressed against each other
Me laid under you,
Watching your lips curl up with every touch
But then you started chasing me
The look on your face was not the same
The tension was heavier
The knife was sharper

I woke up in fear
*And turned over in bed
To see the same smile I fell in love with
Love is trusting them not to hurt you
MysteryBear Dec 2014
I can't help but cry when a baby cries for her mom as though she could make things alright again. It reminds me of my mom when she cried for grandma in her sleep to take away the pain of her terminal illness but all I could do was watch.
Not as much a poem as a confession
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