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WordsHelp Aug 2018
when you’re little you learn not to touch the stove
once you have burned yourself on it once
but they never teach you about the fire that is disguised
as gentle and funny
with gorgeous brown eyes
that look at you with deep love and devotion
the kind of fire that you forget exists
until you are burned on it once again
never learning
until you are left with burns so deep
they will leave scars
to remind you to never trust anyone
because you never learned how to avoid
a fire in disguise
The sky's disguised
as a ******* a butterfly
writing rainbows
in everyone's eyes
Seema Aug 2018
The bitterness in your thoughts were evident in your eyes...
Its ok, somehow I knew it was all bunch of lies...
Vows, promises, loyalty just as well, I came to know...
That people of such virtue could fall so low as you...
Remember wise men have said, your fouls are watched by gods...
But don't you worry these sayings are only for odds...
A day shall come, when you might realise...
How selfish you were in losing me with your ugly disguise...


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Well......life goes on :)
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
I believe many people would say that nighttime is not their best time ~
because when the sun sets, our upsets and regrets progess;
our interests are shown from beneath the surface--
but from the surface, you won't learn this,
because my nonsense makes your contents look non-violent,
so we digress beneath the mess
by putting on a mask to disguise our lies.
But for me, I find it's the day ~
because by the time I reach midday,
my face hides and I put on a play
in hopes the night will fade away,
and then my mind will walk astray
in fear my thoughts will stay this way,
but then my surface will still decay.
And then I find the truth behind--
that you and I are not so different ~
because when the sun rises
it reveals what's common inside us,
but for some reason we hide this
and put on our disguises.
Honestly, it cures my insanity--
it pleases me, to find people like me ~
because, truth me told,
we are not so different, you and I ~
because by the time the day reaches noon,
we all know night will be here soon,
and another day will be haunted by night's nihility,
so to reach our comfortablity,
we hide behind a mask and please the lie--
the lie we find so common inside,
because we think it will keep us alive--
but the truth is ~ it's dead, alright?
jiáyóu | Chinese | (v.) to encourage someone to make extra effort in doing a good performance; to cheer and motivate as if you are fighting along with the person

Lately, I've been concerned with the state of humanity. I'm sure there are many of people who care for and love on people they don't even know; I've seen a ton of people like that and I've read poems from people who make that their purpose as a poet. But recently I've notice how many people walk around the halls of my school, who either hide their stuggles and ignore it for the day, ignore the feelings and stuggles of others, or who are totally beaten down by the weight on their shoulders because no one cares enough to be there for them. This makes me sad. I want so desperately to care for and love on people as abundantly as my God has loved and cared for me. And I encourage you to do the same; make someone's day, ask someone how they're doing and mean it, be there for someone. And know that I, as well as many others, are standing along side you in this battle of love :)
Ode to you oh master
of cunning and disguise.
If I had only half of your years
I might be half as wise.

I did everything as ordered,
even stab them in their eyes.
And now as planned
I stand before you;
come to claim my prize.

The Prince of Darkness laughed out loud..."did you forget you silly fool I'm also king of Lies"
Poem/hymn written for a two book project I'm working on....Hems Heard in Heaven & Haws Heard in Hell.  Obviously this is in the Hell book.
stopdoopy Aug 2018
Many years I've spent in your grace.

Days filled with joy, orange sunsets on summer nights,

but slowly, and then all at once, they turn red.

In the next moment it's over, and you can breathe in the breeze;
Fresh Air.

Free from bindings I carefully crafted, out of a stifling cell, gone is
The Warden.

You know what they say,
"you and me and the devil makes three",
but you're the devil in disguise.

And honey, I'm not in hell no more.
I'm really glad I made the titles of these past poems a pair- because Orpheus is how I used to feel but now it's Eurydice, or at least it's where I'm getting to- not giving a **** about them or being under their control.
Ailene Lee Aug 2018
how do you do that?
break and mend me all the same.
make me cry and laugh at the same time.
I should’ve known this was a double-edged sword since the beginning, I should’ve been able to tell how much this could ruin me and move me all the same.
before all of this, warning signs were merely a disguise of false alarms. I should’ve run when I had the chance. I shouldn’t have knotted any of my strings with yours, for they are now such a struggle to pull apart.
I should’ve, I should’ve.
what am I still doing in your arms, if I should’ve?
They say a daughter reflects what her mother is.
I say, no!
I'm not my mother.
She sees the best in everyone,
I assume worst.
She holds scars but smiles outside,
I scream about pain.
She loves and supports everyone at any cost,
I disappoint people around me.
Somebody put her in worst of situations, she remains kind,
I take vengeance and hurt myself even more.
There are Angels God puts on this Earth, I've one. I call her mama,
On my name & life , I can't even stand the shadow of her.
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