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Anastasia Jul 20
she was a vigilant child
ignoring the thoughts of fantasy
she lived without joy and dreams
she knew there was no such thing as eternity
her mother was ignorant
overcome by a dreaming abyss
it was a false ecstasy
blinded by bliss
she was careful to avoid
making stupid mistakes
hope was the enemy
false dreams were sure to devastate
to keep herself safe
she was careful not to trust
her heart had a shell
and she let the lock rust
she never let her guard down
she was immune to things like love
joy and dreams and happiness
those things she was above
her infatuation was a treasure
covered in dust
immune to sweetness
she did what she must
to block all emotion
avoid all fears
she grew up when she was young
she shed no tears
Varsha K Dec 2019
An uncanny glare from a distance
Where the crowd fell in eerie silence,
Like the predator doing the huntsman’s dance
Unfrightened of the inhuman penance.

Slowly, she sinked in with angst
Hoping the wolves won’t jump her fence,
Frantic, panicked she stole a glance
Only to lose him, amongst the audience.

Searched for him in his wicked stance
To guard herself, from his evil offence,
Felt alone even in the middle of thousands
Like she was trapped behind the stage curtains.
She's sensed evil, with the way a stranger stared at her. She found no one, to whom she could describe her fear. Even when she was surrounded by a huge crowded, she felt alone. She wondered, who would stop to help her if evil knocks at her door.
Sterling Kelley Nov 2019
that's the thing about walls
i have too many
the thing about walls
is they are so
F A Pacelli Oct 2019
for who knew true love
while protecting their heart?
Graff1980 Jun 2019
No one gets in.
Steel door locking,
like a point guard blocking,
heart clenching,
gut wrenching,
never connection fixing.

No many splendid
or dependent
love addiction,
no bridge building
or repairing
the broken tokens
I was wearing.

No watching
people leave me,
or stretch the truth
to deceive me.

No defending
lies I long for,
no one gets in
my steel door,

and I never
ever come out.
gabrielle andree Apr 2019
Roses are red
Red like desire
Careful don't get burnt
By the prophesy of fire.
muteD Mar 2019
you don't talk to me .
you talk at me .
you talk just so you'll have someone who'll listen .
and I always listen to you .
I listen to you
before you listen to me
and you never listen
to me .
It's like
I'm tuned into your channel
and you're tuned into yourself .
every single one of you
only care about yourselves
and it does not make any sense to me .
how can someone constantly pay attention to
you yet ,
you can only see details about yourself ?
selfish ,
rapacious ,
parsimonious .
different word ,
same meaning .
different people ,
same reaction .

how come some of us are destined to be
the ones who care
while others are the ones who get cared for ?
why am I forced to feel like when I'm talking
but not a soul is listening ?
in one ear and out the other
or maybe it goes right over your head ?
is it possible that every word I've spoken
has been ignored because of lack of interest ?
why is it that I'm always the one who fades
into the background ?
I'm the one who starts the story
but never gets to finish .
the one with so much to tell
but no one to tell it to .
the one who just wants to be heard
but has already been muted .

I am
mute .
This is something that been weighing heavily on my mind.
CM Lee Jan 2019
The both of us were too guarded
Too scared for good things to end
We couldn’t risk it, so we stayed friends
Far too many words left unsaid

We messed around, fooled around
Didn’t expect we’d end up on the ground
Chances lost, never to be found
Who knew this is how it would go down

Tragic how our story went so far
Some things are just better apart
This might be the chance for a new start
Let’s just leave our memories to the stars

Maybe somewhere down the line,
We’d meet and say we’re fine
And we would really mean it this time
Who knows? We might even share a pint

It’s about time we hand this all to fate
Put them in a box and leave it at the gate
Go down the road on our separate ways
And with any luck, I might see you again someday
Isabel Jan 2019
To let them out
Would be my demise
I keep them in check
So no one cries

To let them out
Would mean I broke
I do what I must
To end the smoke

To let them out
Would start the flame
I have to be strong
To keep them tame
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