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Matthew Bridgham Aug 2014
Shh… Shh… Shh…
Shh… Shh… Shh…

cars hush by pale sod mounds of urban fields
odd Sirens sing while small plush bits of skin fall again
autumn brings the tree-cricket trilling in
and roads of dead asters in brown brush…

Shh… Shh… Shh…
Shh… Shh… Shh…
kaitlyn  Dec 2013
kaitlyn Dec 2013
shh, the voices are speaking again
shh, i wish to listen to them
shh, they may be giving advice
shh, this time they are saying
i should rid you all.

shh, that it's okay
to watch you fall.

shh, into the fiery reigns of Hell.
shh, not only must you go
shh, but i am to assist you on
your journey.

so the voices know you are;
where  you  are  meant  to  spend  all  **eternity.
Javaria Waseem Apr 2015
Don't speak!
Keep your voices down
for they might hear you talking
your heart out.
Don't speak!
Go and hide inside your shelters.
Be helpless and scared
or at least act and be selfish.
Don't speak!
They'll silence you forever
With the power of bullets
they'll make holes in your papers.
Don't speak!
Now run back to your work.
Don't gather around for
there's nothing here to discuss
Don't speak!
Don't act!
Don't believe!
Just sleep but don't you dare dream.
In the memory of Sabeen Mahmood who was shot last night for standing up for what she believed in.
Rest in peace Ma'am.
Aditya Shankar  Sep 2014
Aditya Shankar Sep 2014
Light fades away slow
And your feet move backwards
Underwater, underwater now
Shh shh shh, bubbles of time
Float by your eyes, glimmering
Black; in the dark every thing drowns
Back back back, you go now
Flow back, rewind to the start
Shh shh shh, it begins now
All interpretations are welcome :)
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2017
Just a dew drop, let alone the sea,
and a handful of earth, not the Planet Ge.
Not a shade of blue, save the rose for bee
Purely a clear drop didn’t spill in the core,
because the whole sphere feels the pinch.

Singing chorus rains down, bouncing back
to earth the only open-through planet.
No black hole is as deep as the sun jumps,
dives in the dew on every flower they wet.
Every bird in the trees sings and tweets,
yet one is stone quiet, shouldn’t even hiss.
Shh! shh, the sleeping beauty is sleeping!

Cut above the rest, the unique earth
brimming with the infinite finishing line
by design pans out to the transcended pi.
Pure spring, the waterfront by the Moon,
untouched, unspoiled is her swimming pool.

How she goes by, wetting her ****** toe
Only to bubble high up the transcended circle
If only the sun could rise high in that pole,
for the rest of species could sneak a peek.
She’s there with the capstone of the pyramid!

Shots beyond the fixed circle, netting the eyeballs.
The stars, the Moon on the move for pure freedom.
The thrilled earth did come out, smelling of roses
Off the golden cut pi-decimal-abyss digital spring.
With a handful of earth and a drop of water dew
This is a pure mirroring thanks to the original, you!

At the end of the string apt you lovely took her by hand
and she took it in emptying her heart and soul.
Earth is now too thin on stock, she is no more
Just a shadow, a 360-degree hollow flute!
Oh light at the end of the tunnel shine and show
Play in like in the Night of Ascension once more!
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
m i a Mar 2016
shh// don't speak,

trust me

your voice leaks

with inspiration, courage, trust, hope, and ugh

it reaks,

no one wants to hear all of that.
shh// don't speak,

or else you will get slapped upon the cheek,

by society for your words mean nothing darling,

they'll kick you out of their petty clique,

and we wouldn't want that now would we?
so shh// don't speak

sure you have a lovely physique,

but you're not fooling anyone,

we all know on the inside you're weak,

and if we took a peek into your dark little mind,

everyone would call you a freak.
so shh// little girl don't speak,
don't even shriek-
or squeak out a word,
because what comes out if that mouth is absurd.

**so shh//
little girl, don't speak.
this is about a girl who is held down by anxiety, fear, society, people and etc. she is afraid to use her voice.
Leah Matilda Jul 2014
Mama it happened again
He did those things to me
made me feel ashamed
shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, don’t leave me with him
What if he comes close
If I can feel his breath on my skin
Shh, It’s our little secret

Mama trenched gashes caress me
but I can’t feel it anymore
Come a little closer, can’t you see?
Shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, I cut a little too deep,
took too many pills
Please let me fall asleep
Shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, I see you crying
"Beloved daughter and friend"
I’m not sorry,
I was so tired of trying.

Shh, it’s our little secret, our little secret, our little secret.
written when I was 15 - in a group home for foster kids.
Dre Guthrie  Dec 2013
Dre Guthrie Dec 2013
You're drowning here, in your own mind,
in which the world is falling atop your skull.
The panic is setting in, the tears come, and
you are preparing to die.


But, how can I be quiet?
If everything is dying around me, and I'll be
all alone in this treacherous darkness
watching it all end.

I'm here, and you are safe. Shh...

Are you really there...?
With me right now, and you
won't ever go...?

Yes, now shh...

... Okay. Okay...

I'll be quiet for a little while.
Alexis A Jun 2014
Don't tell anyone
But I'm not gonna eat today
I've lost 8 pounds in 5 days
I want to do better
Because I'm not happy yet
I want to be thinner
So people will like me more
I have weights under my pillow
But I'm not obsessed
A scale is just on room away
27 steps to be exact
The toilet is 28
And to give the toilet a purpose
My binge is 32 steps away
Don't tell anyone
But I don't want to live like this
But of course
I won't give it up
Not my chance to be perfect
No, I care too much
So please
Get those calories away from me
Because I want to be
Actually pretty
Don't tell anyone
But I'm willing to die
If that's what it takes.
Phil Lindsey Jun 2015
Soon, the masterpiece will come.
Shh, soon you’ll fall asleep,
And maybe in your dreams discover
Words and lines to keep.

For the darkness is a tunnel
Straight to Heaven’s door,
There a thousand poets wait for you -
A thousand gone before,
Before their works were finished,
Before their jobs were through
Now creation of the masterpiece
Is solely up to you.

Hear their spirit, poet!
Listen very close.
You’ve been chosen as the protégé
But do not brag or boast
For the masterpiece consumes you,
Like hell-fire, burns you up,
Leaves you thirsting for some water
And reaching for a cup,
That crumbles when you grab it.
While the water turns to dust,
But still you keep on reaching, reaching,
You must, you must, you must.

Feel their breath, oh poet!
Cool upon your skin,
Though sweat and perspiration
Reveal the torment trapped within.
For the masterpiece consumes you,
Like a pen that’s out of ink,
Leaves you reaching for a pencil,
And needing time to think,
But both ends are erasers
Now your passion turned to lust
So still you keep on reaching, reaching,
You must, you must, you must.

For the darkness is a tunnel
A tunnel straight to Hell
There a thousand poets wait for you -
At a long abandoned well,
Before their works were finished,
The waters all ran dry
There will be no masterpiece
If all the poets die.

Shh, soon the masterpiece will come.
Shh, soon you’ll fall asleep,
And a thousand poets after you
Will search for words and lines to keep.
Phil Lindsey 6/9/15

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