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BEK Nov 2019
the moon demanded our attention
it radiated glowing rings
through a shimmering mist

your eyes were filled with magic
endless glistening stars
captivating every inch of me

the moon had a message
that could not be ignored
despite our efforts to suppress

as certain as the moon is pure and true
there was a profound storm afoot
a downpour

i took a long and deep breath
ensuring that every bit of the cleansing air
became a part of me

i fell into a deep and heavy sleep
the rhythm of the raindrops and the beat of the pounding thunder
composed a lullaby like no other

but, i was jolted out of my heavenly slumber
it was time to wake up and reclaim control
try to find comfort in the wisdom of the weatherman

surely his knowledge eclipses the moon's eloquence
the genuine peace from a lullaby
and the exquisite magnetism between souls
Jules Oct 2019
Back in July
you crossed my mind
And ever since
you never left
A slow, slow process
I can't deny
I fall for those eyes
every time
A few words
of which confessed
Blah blah blah
I'm still obsessed
Hope Lee Jul 2019
Yᴏᴜ look at me and you lie
You touch me and you lie
You speak to me and you lie

I cry and yet you lie
I beg and you still lie
I scream and all you can do is lie

Why, oh, why must you not try and justify?

Why just why can’t we glorify?

Why baby, why must we deny the truth of our pretty little lie?
Niki Gray Jul 2019
My favorite gift
is tied tightly around my wrist.
A simple word etched that reminds me
of how my daughter perceives me to be.
This word will forever be my battle-cry.
My 'strength' I can't deny.
Thank you to my beautiful daughter Sydney you inspire me to be the best mother I can be.
ELK Apr 2019
Brick by brick
stone by stone
I have built myself up
denying the inevitable
that all things
and small
when it is their time
that mortality is the flutter
of a moth
so brief and sudden
fleeting even
an elusive thief we avoid
until it robs our home
and there are no riches that can
buy the hand of death
it strikes as it pleases
reaps those who sow
and sows those who reap.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
Renn Powell Apr 2019
i'll forever deny that i still love you
and everyone knows thats the
biggest lie i'll ever tell
Astra Jan 2019
It’s one am and I’m more confused then I was yesterday,
My thoughts somehow overpowering my life,

Making choices and walls that I can’t seem to deny,
Sometimes I wonder if tears ever truly dry,

Because though you may not see them on the outside,
I promise you,
I’m flooding on the inside
Just One Am thoughts, All right reserved.
Kirsten Hunt Jan 2019
Tell me your pain.
I'll show my scars.

I am my own problems.
Every break and sore.

I won't deny my thoughts of death.
They have become me.
Hey how are you

I wanted to tell you I'm hurting, that every part of my body is aching. That my eyes wanna cry out from so much pain inside. I'm begging, screaming and pleading to stop it all.

But what do I say?

"I'm fine"

A lie I couldn't bear to deny, everyone else is repeating the same line
When you just lie to pretend you're okay
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