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The Vault Feb 2019
Separated by a wall
No talking to each other
Won't open their heart to the other
Walls built from the heart break of others.  
Wishes said and never answered
Just for some communication and not so many secrets
They won't open their heart to me.  
And it hurts to know they are hiding things
But I am nice and I am trustworthy.  
No jealously will come from me
So games begin of pretending to not notice
As my walls have fell down
But theirs have not
I wish on a star for their walls to fall down
Cause even when we are touching
It feels like touching nothing.
Jack Feb 2019
If I bit
My sour tongue
I would've saved you with silence...
But
If I bit
my sour tongue
It would fall out.
even if you say the wrong thing or upset people with your voice, you cant always appeal to what they need or want to hear.
Zywa Feb 2019
The plaster pulls the skin
my colour, my moles
and careful make-up
from my face

red
living flesh
looking eyes
expressive lips, my mouth
smiling at you

And you scan my mask
three-dimensionally, you hang
a field of registration points
on the red markings
at my eyes, nose, and chin

You trace back the dots
to feelings, then you look
at me, understandingly
From the void
of my eyes and mouth

the black holes
in the information
I try to express
what you can't see
Still, they don't show anything
Casts from 1910, of men from the island of Nias

“Face” (2019, Yannis Kyriakides),
performed by Electra, in the Organparc in Amsterdam on Saturday, February 16th, 2019

Collection “org anp arc”
Asonna Feb 2019
Pick up a pen, spell your words
line your ink with temper.
Tear out the page and burn it still,
Happily ever after.
Gale L Mccoy Feb 2019
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Maria Etre Feb 2019
When was the last time
you called to show
your
emotions?
Debbie Lydon Feb 2019
I'm told that feeling and love are innate,
So why can't I communicate?
I'm despairing and longing for human connection,
But I'm met with indifference or even rejection.

Internally I harbour thoughts of kindness,
But they wither in the wake of external blindness,
I'm obsessed with truth and authenticity,
And this comes at the detriment of anyone knowing me.

An extreme fear of misunderstanding remains,
Despite me knowing that this is my ball and chain,
A depleting hope lingers on in my dreams,
So fragile and weak, a mere ember it seems.
A poem concerning the difference between the way you are perceived and the way you perceive yourself. A fear of misunderstanding is ever present in a society that is fueled by facades and a cold approach to eachother. It causes pain and this is becoming more and more overt in our day to day lives.
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