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DP Younginger Jun 2018
Correcting lines,

Painting new stripes with clear coded markings,

Her curiosity is like an allergy to the heart,

Constantly craving to itch, but my reach is coming up short,

Torturing me with her innocent smile; a blushing cheek,

Eyes glowing in the direction of the teacher; an aspiring Jedi,

All I gave her was an answer,

A simple coat of honesty like armor to the Knight,

Abstractly patching together a robe of consistency,

She absorbs my words like a bubble attaching itself to another; becoming the giant,

An ever growing cloud of thought steaming fatter and fatter with the act of knowing,

I gush inside with the discovery of my own blemish to language,

My absent mind on autopilot as I glide into her turbulence,

Eyes completely stuck in this string of moments, one after the other,

I sit on my porch and wait for them to come home.
2018.6.6.
Nayana Nair Apr 2018
There is a soft tune that
moves beneath your fingers
as they move over the pages
and words and worlds
that you will never see.
All the words of hope
that I whisper
to the you
who exists within these barriers
of skin, bones and sorrow.
I fear these words will be like the music
that doesn’t stop but fades,
dissolving into time and distance.
Like that music
it will pass from me to you,
from you to nothingness.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
There is a soft tune that
moves beneath your fingers
as they move over the pages
and words and worlds
that you will never see.
All the words of hope
that I whisper
to the you
who exists within these barriers
of skin, bones and sorrow.
I fear these words will be like the music
that doesn’t stop but fades,
dissolving into time and distance.
Like that music
it will pass from me to you,
from you to nothingness.
Haruharu Sep 2017
I am changing.
I'm not greatful nor have I gained wisdom from what happened to me.
But I am tougher, my barrier is stronger.
I know who I am, and I'm no longer afraid.
No more ******* and lies.
I see through it all.
So take your best shot, I dare you.
Owethu Mmoleli Jul 2017
Jail ones memory and let none in or out,
For those, seek & twist for relevance
Will toy, author mask'd in shadows with whispers say:
"Thou mus' reveal under minds barriers, mystery to those orbit".
Peaking to thee, yet not a dent nor mark embedded
Thou mus' not fade nor crack
Nor let, nature chip away
For thy hast been entrusted
Thou hast weakness to neglect halo ?
Thou hast weakness to lust Temptation ?
everly Jun 2017
he was raised to love
not to hate
he really did love her
he never felt the same about anyone before her
and hopefully
there wouldnt be an after.

he was also raised in a household
where fighting
was a norm.
he saw everyday his mother getting yelled at and beaten
by his step-father
and he would be threatened to fight with him.
(and by agreeing, he felt that could possibly help his mother open her eyes)
he never thought he could hate
but he did.
he sincerely hated
with a passion.
so much so that he started to actually feel it.
literal heartache.
he started to fear himself
knowing that he could both
love and
hate so greatly.
with his love,
he didnt want her to know
but he had put up a barrier
between both
her and him.
she started to sense it though.
she wanted to love him wholeheartedly
but he just wouldnt
allow it.

he was too afraid to hurt both her and him.
putting up a barrier couldve been the exact thing that could save them.
Like his family that was separated yet together
both crossed between
love and hate.
im so sorry you’re scared..because im scared too.
Ashley Black Jun 2017
We all speak the same language
but communication is dead.
A barrier of understanding
built from graphite and lead.
An impasse of meaning
wreaks havoc in our heads.
We all speak the same language
yet,
I don't know what you said.
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