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How do I say I love you?
When everything is at stake
How can someone be true?
Knowing it could bring heartache
How to get rid of this fear?
Thinking rejection is on its way
How can I say I love you?
Not knowing if you would say it back
Fear of expression
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Oct 2022
Things are not going in the right direction, nowadays
I wake up and begin to think a lot of things and end the day with the same thoughts 
I'm going through various phases these days that I don't know how to explain
And I don't want to express them either...
Happiness has been something that I can clearly see but can't feel 
I see people laughing and cheering around me, but that seems so artificial...

Now I abstain from being a part of those social groups
Where the use of the “F” word makes you cool and gives you a certificate for your confidence
But I don't blame them, Perhaps it's me only who lacks something
Something that makes me feel alienated in the crowd 
Every day I feel like a glass broken by several strokes of a hammer
But I collect myself again... just to witness the pain of those invisible scars...

Writing gives me peace of mind, but these days I avoid writing down the things
Not because I'm lacking inspiration or something, but I'm afraid
Afraid of the same words that used to heal me before but now haunt my peanut brain every now and then
The words I used to put life in are now attempting to shape my entire life...
I'm feeling like that caged bird who can't fly even after being freed 
Because she's got the false notion that she has no wings, perhaps the same notion I'm getting too.
I have to express a lot of things... might share them in the next part!
Anyway, I'm back here again... will try to interact more often now.
CyRhen Sohngs Sep 2022
A gourd
Hollowed.
to carry naught.
Naught but a small flame.

And only for a time.

She is hollow.
But her flesh
is plump
is vibrant
is fragrant

A carved pumpkin with a grinning facade.
Gutted.
Holding a single flame.

How long before the walls decay
And the flame is extinguished?
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2022
I have never seen the God
But the people, I see

They are
Genre: Vibe Talks
Waiting4TheStop May 2022
Skin. Teeth.
Pressure. Exerted.
Tense. Held.
Push. Downward. Sunken. Underneath.
Retracted. Released. Resurfaced. Regained
(C) 2022
Trigger warning: non-suicidal self injury.
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN A SAFE HEADSPACE. THIS PIECE DOES NOT PROMOTE SELF INJURY. IT'S AN EXPRESSION OF HOW IT FEELS. I AM NOT BY ANY MEANS PERSUADING ANY READERS OF ANY DEMOGRAPHIC TO ENGAGE IN THIS BEHAVIOUR.
My Dear Poet Apr 2022
I am the quietest whisper
crying out from
the loudest chamber of my heart
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2022
Shades of them
Shade of me
And then
For a reason
There
You're

And less is more

Maybe
Just maybe
Where there
Is Art

There you're

For all to see
Theme: Soul Feeds
Ren Sturgis Jan 2022
It's been so long since I've felt anything. I've closed myself off to the outer world of me.
My inner thoughts speaking quietly, trying to understand the freedom of speech and the right to equality.
The world full  of so much inequity, my goal to just bring together the diversity.
Blacks, whites and every other minority.

Well I suppose that I've been opening up ever so slightly.
Showing the world how I can shine brightly.
Past the land and sky, beyond the line of trees.
If you believe in thinking justly, you can feel as far as the blind can see.

I'm feeling the emotions rise within I, like a storm I am becoming calm within the eye.
Watch the truth unravel into lies.
Still I'm screaming ....

WHY?

Is this what it's like to feel?
I may not comprehend it right now, but it will be alright.
I have expressed enough of me anyhow!
A 16 year old me
Douglas Balmain Jan 2022
Wild eyes
hands-to-cheeks
mouth wide open—
we know the look
it's so cliché
those ******' marauders
in Hollywood stole it
from the realm of
authentic expression—
yet there she stood
as if rehearsing for
a midday melodrama
patiently awaiting
the studio lighting,
the face powder,
the camera, the action...
but no set crew was coming
there was no show
nor lines to rehearse...
there was only a frozen moment
in which the life she knew
and the life she could not
have foreseen existed at once,
bound together by an
over-played expression of horror.
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