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Unpolished Ink Feb 2020
The tiny bit that you don't see

I only keep it around for me

The one that's there when I'm on my own

Who I am when left alone

I have others I don't hide

But that's my public facing side!
Max Neumann Feb 2020
there's a hidden man
he a fan of mirrors
his first name be terror

see this hidden man be
like writer's block and white paper
like planes in skyscrapers

there's a hidden man
skin made of cobweb: an-other
no friend sis or brother

there's a hidden man
wenn er dich packt: renn!
there is a hidden man

he a cheerleader who
became the grim reaper
Jasmine Reid Feb 2020
The fluttering of wings,
                                          trapped,
                                                         circling, lost,
panicky,
Trapped in not my stomach but my head.
Going round and round,
round and round,
round and round.
Inspired by Camila Cabello's - Bad Kind Of Butterflies (song)
Cathy Feb 2020
Hush we’re not talking about it
We have nothing to say
No we have nothing to share now
Nothing can help anyway
We buried it deep you can’t find it
And we won’t let anything slip
I can’t even try to explain how
But I’ll try to give you a tip
Just walk away, what you don’t know
Can’t hurt you or anyone here
We smothered emotion completely
So now there is nothing to fear.
Ashley Feb 2020
Black as night
Light as day
Midnight to love
Hope to pray

What is this world?
A child might ask
For living is hard;
A mighty task.

Eyes shining with hope
The child waits
For a mother can’t tell
What she hates

She just hugs
And pats his head
As his eyes close
And he lay still on the bed.

Her tears lay
By his side
For he reached
Where the shadows hide.
Flame Feb 2020
My heart is bleeding
But how can you tell
When it’s already supposed to be
Covered in blood
John McCafferty Feb 2020
A plea to Phi
Gold hidden in plain sight
Her lips don't lie as
a primal force will rise
Tangible symmetry of course
where lessons in ratio apply
All is in sync in my mind
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Asominate Feb 2020
I look and there's nothing left,
There's nothing left to be saved.
Because I am yours
I wear my mask
And behave.

I look at me and I see
There's nothing left to be saved
Because you own me,
I laugh it off
I'm your slave,

Yours, in a lost state
I wear my mask and behave
Because you own me
I wear my mask
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