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Trinity Rivera Jun 2020
i just wanna take a moment to take off my disguise so you can look into my eyes and see inside my mind. tell me what you see. i bet it was a surprise. i bet you saw hidden cries and things that i’ve denied. there’s a thousand tears welled up my eyes but i’ll never show you, i’ll just let my feelings continue to fly to place that’s s•cked my heart dry. i must advise against it but if you wanna act like spies, go ahead, undo the ties i’ve put in place to keep you from the “prize”. i’m impossible to analyze. let me emphasize, i’m not something to be centralized, at the end of this all you can say is “at least i tried”. everything you see inside, please don’t try and memorize. i don’t want my thoughts supervised, they’re hard enough to verbalize...so hard i feel immobilized. perhaps this is a silent cry; i’ll let you decide.
scrawny Jul 2020
when the darkness kiss the light goodbye
my pain and sorrow
starts to say hi
with the tears streaming down my cheeks
letting my pillow acts as the basin
of my sorrow
letting the moon be the witness
of my aching heart
And letting the darkness
Comfort me through my sadness
I  cried my way out through the night
Until hours passed by and I realized
It's now sunrise
And it's another day to put on my mask of lies
Michaela Ferris Jun 2020
Tonight I just can't take it,
Muffling my cries,
Until there's a burning in my throat and an ache within my heart
That beckons me to just let go.
The tears that want to scream,
Scream out in a pain, torturous to the mind
Producing an overpowering headache.
Paralysing me,
Holding me hostage to my bed.
A prison I can rarely escape these days.
Those types of cries that would break
A heart if they dares to listen.
The cries of someone on the brink of death.
Tonight I just can't it,
Muffling my cries with a pillow pressed tight to my lips,
Whilst texting those words:
"I'll be fine, I always am"
Hoping you'll look past it this time.
I drag this blade
One last time
Tracing my veins like lines on a map
Hoping sometime tonight
I'll reach my last destination
And will never have to muffle
My cries again!
Seema Jun 2020
The fray cries I hear
Of broken fallen angels
Is just hard to bear
Cast from their heavenly realms
Roaming in deserts and dusts

©Seema Sen, 2020
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Skyler Apr 2020
It appears in flashes,
Like white lightning
That leaves trees in ashes.

To say it's complicated
Would be watering it down.
Patiently it's cultivated.

Always beaten back
An unfortunate child,
Left alone in a shack.

It comes as no surprise,
As it finally erupts
Amidst terrible cries.

'You never listened!
As I cried and cried.'
Eyes glazed and glistened.

I see it now,
Small sweet child,
I will show you how

You can be heard again
So, that hurt and anger
No longer causes us pain.
I have a weird and complicated relationship with my anger. When it appears, it's quick and sharp. It's always the gateway emotion for things lurking deeper within as if my brain can no longer hold onto anything else. I liken it to my inner child wanting to be heard. It has tried everything else, it knows anger will catch my attention.
Esha Apr 2020
I saw the pain in her eyes
and heard the unheard cries.
Could't tell her to let go,
pain and sorrow were already sowed.
She got physically attached
without touching him even once.
Time slows down in pain,
and in bliss it runs.
Peeping through the hole I can witness the bombs exploding,
Outside the men with their guns loading,
People are running to save their lives,
But the explosives can't lower the cries,
Atmosphere is all gloomy and dark,
Like atrocity has left its mark,
Rage has overtaken humanity,
Is this my destiny?
I remember the old days with mom and dad,
How I was their favorite lad,
Spending time with my friends would be a carnival,
Where everyday was no less than a festival,
But it lived for a short period of time,
Soon power made people commit crime,
They all have become blood thirsty,
where all the decisions are based on money,
They say the war had been won,
How could it be when mom and dad are gone?
It doesn't make a ****** bit of difference of who wins the war....
Tears just shed from my eyes,
Like a part of everyday cries,
But that's not the problem,
Loving someone is the one,
My patience has exhausted,
Is this what you really wanted?

When it comes to trust anybody,
Feels shivering throughout my body,
Darkness is my escape house,
I can sense the calmness arouse,
My evils understand me better,
And it has became my shelter,

New beginnings would be a hard step,
But I can do it without any help.
You can escape this house,
this city,
this state,
this country,
But you will never be able to escape your conscience.
-BlackDove
Alaa Apr 2020
But like any other love story, our love did not last.
While earth took us in her arms in the past,
whilst earth lovingly caressed humans otherwise.
In the present, it has harassed us as if we were Pennywise.
The touch of life used to give me butterflies.
But for now, all I hear is earth's cries.
The full poem is on my page make sure to check it out :)
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