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Unsure
Not feeling so sure
Skeptical
Feeling insecure
Bashful
Completely intimidated
Fearful
Absolutely trepid
Doubtful
Unconfident and uncertain
Cowardly
Disbelieving
Shy and coy
Hesitant
Incredulous
Questioning everything
Dubious
Scared to death
Timorous
Feeling so unsure


But will I take the risk?

*Sure...
Sometimes...  I really just don't know what to think or feel...
Pax Jul 2014
Blood soaked hands in the land where I am forgotten
          -   The ugly amongst the fallen.
I am the coward amongst the monster.
      My plea for strength didn’t matter,
        for every challenge I get weaker.
More scared than I was, so I hide fast.

As I flee, never did I enjoy any glee.
Freedom is not free.
In this land I bleed with my creed.
Stupid me!
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Yet I don’t mind, I am just one of the foolish kind.

*© Pax
being the ugly, being the lose end, sore loser... dark poetry.
Jo Jun 2014
I am one of three –
Shadow, skin, and light.
A triplet split from the same egg and *****.
**
Make it 3 and you’ll have me
Explicit.
It’s so ****,
Being cleaved into thirds.  
A ******* with myself –

The shadow is morose.
A needy, demanding *****
Begging to be cut up.
I want to,
So I can see the blood wring around my –
Her
Wrists like shackles pinning her
To my bed.
I know it’ll shut her up
But I can’t bring myself to do it.
I’m not that *****.  

The skin is boring.
A virginal flower
Dreaming of understanding.  
She’s too wholesome,
Always waiting for the right
Version of herself to come along.
Saving myself –
Herself
For the right time.
My tastes aren’t quite so
Vanilla.

The light is adventurous.
A psychotic, brilliant ****
******* herself into the ground.
Necrophilia just got a whole lot hotter,
Bodies piling up thanks to her STDs –
Stupid, thoughtless decisions.
Protection?  Ha!
That’s for normal people.
There’s no need for me –
Her
To slow down;
We like it fast.

The skin doesn’t participate.
The *****, virtuous ******
Fidgets as the others 69 –
A disgusting yin yang
Of low and high.
The shadow drinking downers
Until she can’t remember
All the bruises covering her heart,
Too distracted by the bile
Smeared across her lips.  
The light popping enough uppers
To strip herself of her
Consciousness,
Naked and raw
She often wakes bitter
Of her restored senses.  

This ******* takes place
In a womb,
An amniotic ocean
Swaying toward the shores
Of existence.
Two will drown –
Vanishing triplet syndrome.
Only one may be pulled from
Mental waters and placed on the sands of reality.

The labor takes 33 hours -
Finally I emerge.  
Who survived?
There is no way to tell.
Chano Williams Apr 2014
I once had sunshine
that made my cage seem decent
It was my lifel­ine
as I passed through each season
If it had to leave
then it wo­uldn’t be for long
With each return to me
I was taught a differen­t song
Some nice, little tunes
to keep my spirits in the sky
Yes,­ I was trapped,
but I should exist free, why?
My warmth came to m­e,
so that’s where I wanted to be
But then it went away
I guess t­o become an individual
I waited quite a while
for my sunshine to ­be visible
When it didn’t happen
I tried so hard to sleep it away­
which didn’t help any
So I thought of better days
Days when we u­sed to
whistle all the same tunes
Now I’m left wondering
if we ev­en view the same moon
My heart’s telling me yes
While my mind's t­hinking no
It wouldn’t matter so much
if I had somewhere to go
I’­m much too self­-absorbed
to notice my cage is unlocked
I have my­ back against the wall
staring at the same, single spot
One day I­ happened to glance up
when I suddenly glimpsed a glow
I sat and ­waited for more to show
because I just had to really know
whether­ or not it was mine,
my very own little sunshine
either coming ba­ck forever
or no more than a limited time
The glow instantly disa­ppeared
after my third heavy sigh
Not even a moment later
tears s­welled up in my eyes
I was filled with hateful rage
Exploding out­ of my cage
I stomped around the world
that transformed into my s­tage
Now I come across as harmless,
as if my mind’s crazily dazed­
‘til my shine’s close enough to devour;
struggling, screaming to­ be saved

— The End —