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Feb 2019 · 195
Messy Words
Anonymous13 Feb 2019
do my messy words leaving through the ink mean anything to you?

do those hanging commas I use,
add any mystery to you?

you say those words are good,
but why do they seem so fake and unrealistic?

do those words make you feel
surreal and not real?

those words are pure fiction;
you say, but really are they?

I say I'm lost, you say I'm fake.
what road am I then supposed to take?

some say it's okay to be lost,
some say it's not.
some say being lost in the world is wrong,
some say being lost in your world is right.

who am I supposed to listen,
when these letters are haunting me?

these words are my diary
screaming out loud,
what I feel,
what I do.

you say it's fiction,
I say it's not.
fantasies can't exist,
but miracles can.
my words are not just fantasies,
my experiences are not just experiences.
they're a story for masses
to tell;
miracles do exist.

I believe they do.
but you let me push you away,
with every time you show,
my words are just words
telling me they don't mean anything.
I refuse to believe so.
words aren't just words,
but emotions.
they don't get scribbled to be just words,
they're stories.

could it be a miracle,
when you actually believe,
these messy words
with hanging commas,
really do mean?
Jul 2018 · 304
Dear Bully
Anonymous13 Jul 2018
Bones will heal, bruises will fade.
But time can’t heal the hurt words made.
My innocence, I won’t get back.
I used to smile…
They took my kindness for my weakness.
Physical, emotional, cyber and verbal.
Numb to all the pain,
People have caused.
I try to ignore,
Every single word they speak.
But the words hurt me
like bee’s sting.
Can’t I ever get immune to the pain?
Oh dear bully!
You tell me I’m worthless and that I’m a nothing,
but I say the same things to myself without your prompting.
I hate that I can’t stand up to you.
Can’t this ever end?
Cause I am so done,
Thinking that maybe,
One day, everything will change.
Isn't it sad, when you get SO much hurt that you finally say, "I'm used to it."
Jul 2018 · 360
Maybe....
Anonymous13 Jul 2018
Maybe...we are not meant to be together,
Maybe, we are not as rich as they are,
Maybe we're not enough.
Maybe we're better-off alone.
Maybe, we are perfect strangers.
Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people,
Maybe we are satellites!
Maybe we're meant to think wrong.
We are the lucky ones?
Maybe we're friends, maybe more?
Maybe we are all cabinets of wonder.
Maybe we're each others soulmates?
Maybe we're from the same star.
Maybe...
I honestly have no idea what I wrote or how this came in my mind. But maybe, God created us all, even the bad people, to make a difference on Earth. We, the youth of the world, are meant to think. Positively or negatively, depends on how you take the situation. Depends why you think you got the opportunity to live. Maybe....we're all meant to be just the way we are? Maybe.
Jun 2018 · 189
Caged Bird Screaming
Anonymous13 Jun 2018
You put so many restrictions on her,
On one side, you said,
Be free, be yourself
On the otherside, you showed,
What she is supposed to be.

You allowed her to be the free bird,
Still kept her in the ropes,
You didn't know you caged her,
But she was caged,
The caged bird.

Caged Bird Screaming,
Who heard her?
She lost herself,
in the chaos.
Society says, "Be yourself." but the actions speak louder, right? We hate society, but aren't we the society?
Jun 2018 · 166
Unspoken Words
Anonymous13 Jun 2018
Look through her light brown iris,

do you see something?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Her eyes are deeper than the ocean,

Her eyes speak emotions that words couldn't,

The beauty in her eyes hide the tears,

she didn't show.

Look at her smile,

what do you see?

Her pink lips, grinning widely.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Her smile hides her pain.

Speaks the silent words.

She's a whole ocean,

a big mystery out anyone's reach.

She's a star,

bright, massive, never yours.

The silent words, the heavy eyes,

you never noticed.

She wished the world to accept her,

She wished to achieve her dreams,

She wished to reach happiness,

She wished.

She always tried,

To conquer those dreams.

little did she know what the world was.
It hurts to be misunderstood for wrong. Words left unsaid may be peaceful at first, but later they scream in your mind.
Mar 2018 · 202
Loner all day..
Anonymous13 Mar 2018
Lonely feeling strikes me all day,
They thought I'm sick,
But what could I say?

Lonely feeling made me a devil,
They thought all I was insane,
But could I show?

Lonely feeling killed me dream,
They thought I wanted attention,
But did they hear my scream?

Lonely feeling overpowered me,
They thought I was tired,
But did they see my scar?
Mar 2018 · 234
Always beside me.
Anonymous13 Mar 2018
There you always stood beside me,
Helped me with my studies where you could,
Sat by my side,
12/48= 1/4
You helped me with maths.
I sat by your side,
100/100= 1
Number 1 is my daddy.
Happy Birthday Daddy.
Mar 2018 · 353
Autumn on it's own.
Anonymous13 Mar 2018
Flowers wilting under the sky,
There came autumn with a hi.

No longer attracting butterflies,
Autumn came with a beautiful sigh.
Orange leaves bid sweet goodbyes ,
With trees becoming home for skies.

Autumn had it's own beauty.
Even though things died,
Autumn brought new dyes.

Other seasons called it season of Die,
People didn't understand it's beauty,
But stars in the sky did.
Autumn is my favourite season. I tried to put my views but somehow my words couldn't fit it.
Feb 2018 · 456
A bloody scar.
Anonymous13 Feb 2018
Nobody heard me.
There's this world of drama,
I'm told to stop my drama.

I was said you're nobody,
Lies in my head,
screams of help in my head,
Did anyone understand me?
Did anyone help me?

There were scars in my mind,
I realised that I was blind,
Blind in this world...
Blind in a world of lies...

Cried in bathroom,
Cried tears of mascara,
did anyone notice it?

Sometimes I wished,
take me demons,
Then I realised,
I have to fight.

But, in the end....
last thing in my hand was...
the ****** scar.

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