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Anastasia Aug 13
the warm wind filled her dreams, while she dreamt of what she was missing
her eyes shined
and her cheeks blotched
the stars whisper a soft hello in her mind.
her hair gently floated,
the breeze playing with her locks
the beasts in her head nuzzle softly against her skull
tired
she watches the stars
guarding them in their slumber
collecting her crystal tears
to make a chandelier
her shadow twirls in the dandelions
catching fireflies underneath the violet sky
stitched together
as a blanket for the night.
I don't remember writing this, but I found it in my drafts. Written June 4th, I love this poem, and I think I could call it one of my favorites. It didn't have a title, but I was able to create one. I hope you enjoyed, and have a lovely week.
Some disguises aren't meant to be revealed
Some thoughts aren't meant to be spared
Some beasts aren't meant to be chaotic
Some evenings aren't meant to be charming
Some paintings aren't meant to be catchy
Some belongings aren't meant to be buried
Some flowers aren't meant to be favourites
Some incidents aren't meant to be happening
Some people aren't meant to be suffering
Anastasia May 13
imagine:

a night colored ocean
vast
white clouds, floating above.
casting shadows along the jagged, watery surface.
or perhaps
they are the silhouettes
of beasts
leviathans beneath the surface
with water filtering through their jagged teeth,
scales as sharp as needles.
or maybe
there are just clouds.
soft tufts of water
above a jagged
midnight
sea.
Inspired by a passage of a book I read.
Laura Labno May 2
You approach them dangerously close

A voice whispered 


Beasts caged in an imitation of

Freedom


You stretch your hands trying to touch

the colors of their words


The sophistication of their mouth

Which turns lights into sounds 


And makes an empty page alive  

With endless laughs and cries


You approach them dangerously close

A voice hissed


Beasts caged in an imitation of 

Freedom


Immersing yourself in their hidden 

Cries 


While Night falls from the skies 

capturing Stars Into its Hands


Now there will be no light 

Only Their Eyes


You approached them too close

Now You Won't Come Back


So that's all you will have 

for the rest of your life



(You were born into that)


A voice gently whispered.
arian Feb 13
your life must be interesting
that you can't control your beasts,
and you blame others.
Rae Dec 2018
Thoughts,
Like raging rivers,
Like steady streams,
The silence is no longer quiet,
The dreams are no longer hollow.
I can't be afraid anymore.
I have a life to live,
Fear,
They say fear is an illusion,
But when the night is cold and the lights begin to fade,
It seems pretty real to me.
When my thoughts turn wild,
And the tears begin to fall,
Fear,
Turns out it's real after all.
They say it'll be okay,
But they don't know,
They don't know the feeling of dread when the sun begins to set and the beasts wrestle in my mind.
Peace and fear,
The never ending battle inside.
Tell me what you think :)
Vexren4000 Dec 2018
To the depths they go,
Traversing trenches,
Making strides upon the tides,
Lovecraft's beasts, wandering the waters,
The feeling of mighty eyes watching you,
As if you were but a drop of flesh in an ocean of predators,
In most ways you are,
When one swims in the ocean.
Or dives for the secrets it holds,
In its mighty body.

©BAS
pam cayanan MD Oct 2018
A  lady  stares  blankly  ahead:
Ignoring  everything  in  her  stead,
Inhaling  the  adulterated  room  air,
Taciturn,  stiff,  certain,  or  maybe  scared.

Still  as  a  rock  –
Calm  as  a  lake  –
Strong  as  a  dock  –
But  those  are  all  fake.

Inside  her,  a  war  is  waging.
Beasts,  monsters,  and  heroes  –
all  fighting.

For  the  longest  time,
Her  mind  has  been  running  wild.
Her clock  is  ticking
Yet  no  one  is  winning.

Not  one  bloc  is  determined  to  fall
Because  all  she  does  is  feed  them  all.

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