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Leigh Apr 2015
The hourglass spills days while penning insides and outcries
leaking content soaking pages; infecting woven fibril.
Using sharp fragments of semi-coherent tangents I scrape away
the leftovers:

Scraps of unfit metaphors fed to mounds of misshapen sentiment
Rusted similes left strewn on margins like impotent flotsam
Sampled words that don't quite capture the yaw, pitch,
angle, vibe, or taste I'm gunning for.

All tossed - Useless on paper, but useful as a dense foundation
of nonsense to bolster my intent.
The scribbled-out waste; the deep black marks between the final
cut are the raw outpouring I can't let you see.

The mess is too mottled for exhibition
Too fragile and too honest to absorb the stones.
.



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ms reluctance Apr 2015
Congratulations.
You have done it –
Created such a spectacular façade
no one will even try
to see what’s behind it.
No one will get a peek
at the wreck you are within.
So rejoice.
You have achieved what you set out to do.
Kept everyone out.
No one knows you are broken;
no one is looking to fix you.
And you are so busy
keeping up your false pretences,
you haven't noticed
the walls you built
to keep the world at bay
have also fenced you in.

The world shall only see
what you want it to see.
You are safe
in your steel cage.
Really,
well done.
NaPoWriMo Day #21
Poetry form: Free verse
Julia Elise Apr 2015
He pulled me towards evil
Something undeniably unforgivable
He had an angel facade
A mask over everything he was.
There was something different about him
I'd die for him.
**But he'd **** for me.
md-writer Apr 2015
nobody knows him
nobody cares
nobody sees through
the shades that he wears

nobody holds him
nobody shares
nobody breaks down
the walls that he bears

cuz I'm slick on the outside
dyin on the inside
and nobody knows it
cuz nobody cares

I'm broken like a ***-head
dried out like a ***-shard
someone take my spot please

at the end of the line

cuz I'm laughin on the outside
frozen on the inside
******* in a knot
and hangin from my backside

and nobody knows it
cuz nobody cares
Samuel Alexander Apr 2015
Confusion has taken up residence within my mind of late,
An uncertainty, certainly,
Like a crossroads with no signpost,
I'm unsure of where to go,
Where I'm going,
...once, going twice and gone to the gentleman in the tan suit flanked by white-clad orderlies,
Gone with the wind,
My life is a mosaic of mistakes,
Beautiful for some to behold, but broken none the less,
My heart hasn't skipped a beat but I've skipped my last few appointments,
I'm addicted to shortcuts leading nowhere fast,
Getting ahead at lagging behind,
I'm... Afraid.

Too much empty space and yet no room to think,
I'm howling but you wouldn't hear a sound if you cared enough to listen,
Nor see a ripple upon the surface of the lake you used to swim in,
You see what you have to see,
What I have to show you,
You see a constantly constructed façade of smiles, of laughter,
Of everything that constitutes being "okay"
You don't see the jagged edges,
My hands are torn and ****** from holding it in place,
Still, scratched palms are nothing to keep you in the dark,
Or rather, out of it,
I suffer this alone, I endure this alone,
I stand alone
...and I fall alone,
And as I meet the ground, I fragment,
To once again piece myself together,
I wonder when the cracks will show...
People never realize,
Or recognize,
The touch of a broken soul.

The despondence,
Fear and need,
Skilfully masked beneath.

Pain never shows,
On their poker faces.
How battered they still fight,
Still live.
This is a fabricated
Fairytale
Our days tumbled dry
Laundry
Those memories a draught
In our city
I am but cracked china
Ruined
love is like a broken thread
beads of water rolling off
a once beautiful band ruined
ripped to nothing like before
never a chance to hold back
to rewind the past written
carved into every droplet
falling off our cheekbones
...
...
...
                                                     ­                     you never saw me
finding comfort in liqueur
nicotine
and your empty promises

                                                       ­                   a walking hurricane

vengeance and fury
my niche
love was weakness

                                                       ­                    the things brewing under

ruthless sphere's of words piercing
you
                                                    ­                       like a crack of lightning
never knew you feared thunder
my pretense
                                                        ­                   till my skies turned
grey
                                                     ­                      a color you created
                                                         ­                  i became
the storm
                                                           ­                your fears
                                                           ­                your torrent of bad dreams
Perri Mar 2015
Every morning
I crawl out from under my sheets
To cover my body in fabrics and threads
Hiding my skin and the truth

Every morning
I crawl out from under my sheets
To cover my face in creams and makeup
Hiding my blemishes and the truth

Every morning
I crawl out from under my sheets
To cover my sorrow in fake tales and smiles
Hiding my deep pain and the truth

Then,
I am out the door
Ready for the world to see my facade
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