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Inside
We see differently
Talk differently
Feel differently

Inside
We keep our secrets
We bury our past
And dig it back up

Inside
We hope for the best
We hope to feel rest
To be at peace's loving caress

Inside
Just inside we are
What we are
And we are not
Inside every person is a different person we keep.
Sequestered May 2016
Dreamt about assassination last night,
Twitchy eyeballs popped up beneath shut lids;
Rousing ghosts in gloomy valley of fright,
Once scrubbed off from the pages of past deeds...

Fettered to outbreak of wrathful revenge,
Whence vengeance kept puking ardent outrage
Thirsting for repercussion to avenge,
Blood spilled from rampage, bleeding to damage.

Disheartened by night's elusive moonbeam,
Dream took flight from cowl and cloak of unreal;
Leaving lackluster existence to dim,
Amongst baleful shadows looming to ****...

Fear retraced erased footprints for some clue,
But fate paid his due as nightmare came true...

~~~*~~~

Triumphant, this apocalyptic grin;
Baptized in sheer ecstatic debauchery,
That veiled these lips once kissed by cryptic sin;
But haunted by horrors of lechery....

This lovelorn reprisal was created,
By dreadful days her heart's framework, he razed
Amongst ashes of anguish most hated,
Leaving behind stinging stained sheets, unfazed...

Used and tossed away left her horrific,
She rose from death, a stunning femme fatale;
Whom he left to rot, felling terrific,
But by her blade, he crawled through hell's portal...

Now, turned ammunition most criticized;
An assassin, who should be ostracized.
Prompt: Famous Dead Dudes Word Bank

William Shakespeare (1560ish-1616)
eyeball, puking, assassination, dishearten, lackluster, outbreak, unreal, gloomy, moonbeam, scrubbed

John Milton (1608-1674)
debauchery, terrific, lovelorn, stunning, apocalyptic, criticize, ecstatic, framework, ammunition, created
Dark Ink Mar 2016
Is there a genuine,
              Me ....
        Under all these masks ????.....
Eve Estelle Feb 2016
Newborn soul,
You know nothing of this hell -
Awake to a smile,
But beware the smell of sulfur.

Newborn soul,
You know nothing of this world -
Where cries are heard,
And the skies shine blue.

Walk here as two;
All rays of light cast a shadow,
We are two faces on a single coin.
At bay we try to hold the dark,
But what is day without the night?

Black and white, a mere illusion -
There's more to us than good and evil.
In shades of gray the world is painted,
Now look within; your shadows play -
Your shadows vie for dominance,
For control of the throne. 
Your shadows are your essence,
To the bone, they're you.
They coexist, they battle,
And in mischief do they dabble,
But that shadowed silhouette
Is just the other you.
Been working on this one for awhile and keep getting stuck on certain lines. This feels very "first drafty" to me, and I'd love to hear any feedback or suggestions you may have! :)
BB Tyler Dec 2015
Attempting to understand the universe
thru a glass of whiskey.

Falling asleep.

Trying to know God
in a cup of coffee.

Falling asleep.
Misael Lopez Nov 2015
You are both and neither,
A lonely traveler searching for a home,
A social outcast,
A winding fork in the road.

Always Two separate paths,
Converging and Diverging,
Must you choose one or the other?
So many Possibilities not yet discovered.

Your unique disposition,
Superior to all in retrospect,
Yet they say purity and unison,
Not diversity and opposition.

Why then, where and when then,
Do you truly belong?
In every sense,
that is both your gift and curse.

You must find or create,
The mystical land of Grey in-betweens,
For both you and me.
We are who we are
Oscar Mann Oct 2015
They throw bombs like I throw parties
And it’s equally hit and miss
Often a mess, never a success
And still we throw and throw

They have Molotov cocktails,
While I serve the regular kind
They’ll bomb your mind to pieces
While I serve peace of mind.

No bloodshed but ****** Mary,  
No barbarian, but Cosmopolitan
And my Irish Car Bombs and Kamikazes
Don’t bring death, but only fun

And the Paradise I’m aiming for
Contains gin instead of virgins
And Nixon doesn’t feed the flames
But keeps us frisky with its whiskey

So we’ll keep on throwing parties
And they’ll keep on throwing bombs
And we’ll keep on serving cocktails
Just to keep our conscience numb
Oscar Mann Oct 2015
I’ve always been intimidated
By the man in the mirror
With his cocky face and his self-assured grin

I’ve always been imitated
By the man in the mirror
With his worried sigh and his eyes full of doubt
topacio Oct 2015
when i met you
i didn't know id be
meeting all six of you.
your personas
spilled from your pocket
like rapid fire kisses.
little by little
trickling out
with casual coolness.
like perfectly stacked dominoes
shot out into the open
by geronimo and his rifle.
and the only thing you expected
was to expect me to not inspect them.
to not hold them up to the light
and investigate the content.

anyway my hands were
too shaky  
and small
to carry them all.
anyway you smiled.
with the same
smile you forgot to
take off from work.

you:
the angry
the riddle
the obstinate
the sweetheart
the confused
the drunk
the person you think you are
the person you are desperately trying to become.

for what its worth,
i hope to meet him
one day too.
WickedHope Feb 2015
One half wants air
The other to drown
One remembers joy
The other only frowns

Split and torn
By love and hate
Tempting time
And teasing fate

One must win
And one must lose
I hate to say
But you must choose
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