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040116

I stole not the show
But regret was never on my mind,
Papa's life, I know how vital it is
And so I'd rather be caught
Than his breath, dark be brought.
Who am I?

I can feel my bursting nerves
My belly's waves, shrinking to their own cause.
Holding the nurse's hands, I'm screaming
But the other cry was a memory of existence.
Who am I?

I don't have enough
So I turned my nights into mornings.
Unfair life is, I get persecuted all day long.
I work not for one, but two or more
How I wish I had the chance to get back at school,
For now I learned, time was never an inch of today.
Who am I?

Who am I but the a laborer of the world,
I shut down moments in order to grasp air,
Mess was not my name, though rest was a misfortune
Let me, oh let me follow the heart of the Greater One.

My labor was never in vain,
For I salute my Master.
I may be nobody but a simple laborer,
But who I am is whose I am,
And now I know what matters most,
**For my identity was never my entity.
Jordan Fischer Oct 2015
I stumbled upon a chapel last night
Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter
He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour 
Hesitant to oblige, I survey the inner-workings of the religious structure
No where in my sight lies the truth
A building built on lies and stories
Fables and myths 
The man says " You feel lost little sheep, please flock to the power, for I am you, no longer shall you scour, you found yourself within these walls"
I reply 
" You are not me, you are a just a reflection, A manifestation caused by fears and I will make peace with what I am by searching inside of me 
Not flocking like sheep to a fabled entity"
Simon Obirek May 2015
Keen little neons
playfully jump around, colliding with her mind
and she sits there, legs crossed, her ***** aroused,
but it gets doused as the Wall Street pinstripe type walks by
she utters a sigh, looks at the sky, the ending's nigh, and it's night.

Skyline looks pretty
beams and lighted apartment block kitchens and real pop-up ads,
them keen little neons,
her eyes flicker like those hanging lights in horror films,
perpetuate fear, the skeletons are in the clear.
I told you, you schmuck, the end is near.
A Watoot Apr 2015
At night, she trembled in pleasure
He's deeper into the woods
Without any word
Spring gushed

3months after
Her belly grew
The creature inside her
was escaped by an entity

No one knew who
No one knew what
Her tummy flattened

He went deep into the woods
Again to give life
Spring gushes

3months after
Her belly grew
The creature inside her
was escaped by an entity

Again

He never got tired going into the woods
To give life again and again
A life he eats
To gain power.
I was inspired by a story I had read back then.  They made baby and a "miscarriage" occurs.  Neighbors believed that it was some type of ghoul.  The couple never got tired of trying for baby only to get another miscarriage.  Turns out the husband eats the fetus.
The Retard Apr 2015
A sudden epiphany and I wake up,
To the sad symphony of getting lost.
I Break the chains ,
And take a leap of faith,
Feel the wind and spread my wings,
Cast a shadow large,
Over Clouds below me.
Up above the storm,
I fly up high to take a dive,
A dive, deep in the ocean wide
Of my selfish dreams and narrow mind.
A hurricane of wildness brews around me,
Malicious instincts take over me,
Turn me into an entity unknown,
Signs of which were rarely shown,
Hidden until now in the depths of my heart,
It hunts me down, has an head start.
A stroke of sorrow and it breaches outside,
The shell now broken it eats me up inside,
I try to run, darkness surrounds me slowly,
The clouds of shame mask my glory.
The wolf of past stalks from the shadows,
While I take a leap in the future gallows.
The claws of them hesitant mind grab me,
I struggle to get out,
I scream my heart loud.
Drenched in my spirit blood,
I reek of fear,
Fear, not of death but a future unsure.
                                  -The ******
VGC Mar 2015
Night is like my heart's brother
One like the other
My heart is always at rest
It needs someone to detest
Love is hate's brother
One like the other
My heart is too calm and too still
Where are the flames
That are suppose to instill these youthful years
Night is too quiet and nimble
Am I really that simple?
I want to feel butterflies
Fall deep into someone's eyes
Will I be  discovered ?
Or forever be stuck under these covers
Perhaps the dark sky is not just a brother
It is my entity.
sheridan Jan 2015
Her body was fragile, her body was thin
Little did we know; she threw up in the bin.
It was all in her mind “pretty girls don’t eat”
And models themselves are always petite.
But there’s always a secret, a secret behind
The reason why these girls declined
The food they were offered and the drinks they were poured
And the high calories dishes were always ignored.
Dieting and pills became the norm
And the media portrayed it as a new art form.
But this “new art form” was a dangerous entity
And no one knew its true severity
Of this illness that gets in your head
And the sinister voices that want you dead.
But you listen to them as they’re your only friend,
The ones that will be there to the very last end.
Shadowing entities protrude towards your bed from yonder windows hazed light. Crying is no option for fear that this may stir something lurking out there in the darkness. Shrugging beds cover upward to protect your face and hands, well inside lest they be gripped by the night.

Foetal position, curled with hands wrapped around knees, eyes gripped tightly pining for sleep to transport you away to safer ground. Sought after sleep that will never arrive lest you forget to think.

Temples pound a beating drum. slightest sound ekes disaster like a thunderous gun blasting through your brain. finest breeze now a gale, the cold wind causing hair to stand upright stirring tingling pebbled skin. shivering at every inhale of breath, whilst sweat finds its flowing course.

Creaking noises of a living structure ponder audibly throughout the stillness as imaginary movement is conceived, sensed objects move delicately as this flurry of the underworld works its way into an already over worn mind.  

Suddenly the lamenting cries of night torn animal carry up the stair from the darkness below, feline hissing following that same tread to your so sensitive hearing.

Each waft of air an heckling of wandering soul abound to walk freely this hallowed eve, touching the rigidity of young tender body. Mindful of stories told that very night and curses aimed toward the teller of such.

Blasts of light contain certain blindness and panic as you fight to avoid this incarnation that rips away bedding from young skin.


“Wakey Wakey rise and shine.”
2012
Here is the Earth,
far from the Haven
where thee and my son
are sleeping soundly
I see but my son sleeps
still sleeps on my chest
I love him and he loves me too -

Here is the Earth
far from the Haven
where the lake and the hill
twist with each other  
hill lies but the lake
sleeps on her chest
lake devotes on
and hill cherishes too

Here is the Earth
far from the Haven
there the moon shimmers
on my old window
where moon laughs and
my dreams are rising slowly
moon kisses my dreams
and dream kisses her too

There is the Haven
far from the Earth
here Earth kisses the haven
but Haven never
Here Earth is lonely
but there Haven is full
Earth missed the Haven
but Haven never

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Earth and Haven, though separate entity but both we feel within our hopes and loves.
Annie Jun 2014
You
I am the entity you want to feel,
The perplexity you want to disclose,

You are the denouement to my intricacies,
The only emotion to my empty days
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