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Reality never failed
To disguise amongst itself,
And you're only
Just the identity
Amongst the words
Of my poems.
...For you are the one
That wounded my ****** soul
With your fire.
Amanda Sep 24
You hold the beauty of angels
I see darkness in your eyes
Should have known from the moment we met
You are the devil in disguise
Just a jaded poem I wrote during a breakup a long time ago

When tears threat to come,
I pick up my guitar and start to
s t r u m .

And every chord has great meaning to me,
A minor, C sharp, G major, B.

I play those strings,
and they play me;
crisp,
smooth,
rich,
and clean.

I hug it's body and my fingers dance;
I play as if it's my last chance.

I hug it tighter and close my eyes.
It's a heaven;
a blessing in disguise.

It may be dead
but it's so alive,
it invigorates me and
makes me survive.


Six strings on my guitar,
bringing me

so close

and yet

so far.


The relationship between me and my guitar.
I'm serious; if it weren't for my guitar(or any of my other instruments) at times, I bet I wouldn't be here today.
Music has true power.

I'm still thinking of a good title, so please let me know if you have any! :)
Darkness divine,
walk beside me.
Can we revive
what we don't see?

Through misty eyes,
we see the lies
that they disguise.
Such fallacy!

Obsessed with the shade of the night,
Blinded by the fear of the light.
Can anyone tell me oh why?
Why do we pretend to not see?

Everything's an illusion in the broad daylight.
Confusion created by the distorted lies.
Haunting us every day and every night.
Truth is an ideological sacrifice.








Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
I have tried to do a few things in this poem, let's see if you can spot them.


Hint: Look at the metaphors, progression, flow and the syllables.
Grace Haak Sep 2
Shadows grip our tongues in fear
Stopping us from spilling words they might not wish to hear
They choke us with their invisible hands
Stopping us from unflinchingly taking the stand
They stare into our souls with veiled eyes
A vaporous possession from ghosts in disguise.
A poem written around Halloween...The imagery seemed fitting.
Allesha Eman Aug 2
If I could look to the stars
And find my way to a dream
Then I could stop time
And float away towards the sea
But every time I run
I see the hopeless disguise
The one your eyes tend to wear
When the night begins the scare
And you fade away into darkness
I search for you in the wind
But you’re never to be seen
Like a hidden constellation
Under a cloudy sea
You shine down like the sun
I can never catch your eyes
And when night takes you away
I chase the sunrise
Hoping to look you in the face
And hold my hand out for you to take
But you keep rising to new heights
Leaving me stranded, nearly blind
So I take that hopeless wonder
Put on your favourite disguise
Run towards the sea and take flight
Towards a never ending summer
One where you’ll be, waiting with stars
Somewhere for me
Can't you see the signs?
Couldn't you see I was losing myself to the darkness?
I know I didn't reach out
I know I didn't open up
But I tried to show through
one way or another.
Because no matter
how hard i tried to disguise it,
I wanted someone to see the
pain and reach out.
Some of you did care,
but no one showed enough care

But who am I to blame,
I didn't show myself enough care .
I should've cared enough for myself
to not give up on myself.

I should've relied on myself,
rather only on others.
To care enough of myself,
but now I've gone to sleep
and I see no save.
Iz Jul 7
I didn’t hide it this time
I didn’t bundle up my mess
I didn’t  disguise it in cloth
I did leave it there
Open in the trash for people to see
Knowing the twisted necks and judging faces that will follow  
I did acknowledge how women it is to be ashamed
But I remind myself
not all blood comes from wounds
The uniVerse Jul 4
I licensed my likeness
to the wizards of Maine
but took issue with misuse
of character and name.
A pointy hat and long beard
make an excellent disguise
for someone a dumb one
who wants to appear wise.
Just something random I wrote.
arian Jun 22
i was an ocean of emotions;
deep, wild, and uncontainable.
i used to think that i was cursed
to live in a small vessel
with such humongous core.
and i was.
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