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Alicia Moore Aug 2020
The killer inside is curiosity;
past secrets kept hidden by
carrying out a procedure
decried by the own mind.

The killer inside is curiosity;
one digs to find the truth,
but only joins such secrets
six feet under rubble and twigs.

The killer inside is curiosity;
do not paw at the depths,
withdraw immediately—
For curiosity killed the cat,
and many beings after that.
Ruheen Aug 2020
Everyone has scars they want to protect.
Even though scars aren't secrets.
They can be seen.

But because everyone can see them,
They'll want to know
The story
Behind your scars,
Which are secrets.

One is questioned,
The other is unknown.

So which is the secret?

The story?

Or the scar?

Which would we rather hide?
....
Lulu Sarmiento Aug 2020
Do you think you can handle me?
I can’t even handle myself.
Oh dearie me!
What a shame!
-elixir- Jul 2020
Let's walk in the rain,
and get drenched in pain
of our past as we wash
all that old moss.
Let's fly amidst the fire
hidden in us so dire.
The clouds linger above
as I unfear the lost love.
kiran goswami Jul 2020
But then, how do I express all my emotions in
one poem...
MSunspoken Jul 2020
Reinforced glass
Lay upon my sill
A shield built into
My keep
Unbeknownst
To everyone
But me
A precaution
Firewall so to speak
Caging
what lay inside
A rotting house
An overgrown beast
Riddled with landmines
Dangerous
And never to be
Seen
Though it continues
To creak and crumble
Taunting me
To walk back down
Those corroded
Stones
And open the door
Unleashing
The secrets
Of a house
Never home to me
For clarification- the poem starts from within my mind, not the "house" .
Aer Jul 2020
is fleeting, tender butterflies
and bashful smiles hidden
beneath wisps of hair.
it's in the small moments
Graff1980 Jul 2020
Who knows
what wonder grows
waiting to explode
from those who show
no signs outward?

Who knows what pains
burn from within,
what sick shames
stirs her or him
to inflict suffering
on themselves
or cause ****
for others who
never deserved it?

Who can read
beneath the flesh
that they see
and find depths
of ****** reds,
of wretched raw
tears that claw
at the surface,
raging for revenge
against those who
hurt us?

Who knows?
Kj Jun 2020
watching you behinD the wheel was a view
even The sOnoraN desert couldn't cOmpete with
i remember driving home From Your mOm's
you tUrned to me and said your Mom adored mE
as The girl you couldn't love,
i thinK tHat's the one thing
I'll always have Over the girl yOu did.
(do you think of me too?)
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