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Eitten S Mar 2019
Someone lives inside my head
The Invisible Boy
He consumes my thoughts when I lay in bed
He is my emotion
and my best friend
Upon his shoulders he carries a ton
Yet only a child
He wonders and marvels
at the wild
things, He thinks of those who have no home
He thinks of those
who think they are alone
He thinks of those who seem happy
He thinks of those
who are just acting
He loves and lives inside my mind
He thinks of what will happen
to mankind
On that fateful day, The Last One
The skies will darken and a light will shine
When God will send his only son
to finish what he started, The WAR will then be won!
and no more
will we need the sun. Until that day
He thinks only of joy
He wonders and marvels
Even though he is The Invisible Boy
I have been wanting to make so many versions of this poem. I want to make it an epic one day! Who knows if it ever will happen. The Invisible Boy who lives in me.
ColtonC Mar 2019
Burning water
scars your skin.
Arched back, slipping
on the cold marble.
Trapped
like an animal, trying to

fly away.
A spark, a golden haze, a rainbow
as light meets water
Your prison
a glowing chrysalis.
The rush of

inspiration.
Flies fast
up, out of reach
It's wings
a vibrant orange
Rare and beautiful
It is

lost to you.
Slipping into darkness
The maze of the mind
A vast forest
Full of life, full of
dead ends.

You may catch a glimpse
of orange
through the mist.
Like a beggar, reach up with
grasping hands, desperate, feel
its touch, it burns
your frail fingers, and you
fall

into darkness
Blind as a beggar
Empty and cold, you wait
for the rush to return
the rush of wings
vibrant orange
rare and beautiful
butterfly.
Written 01/02/2019
My second poem, I'd love to know what you think it's about. Again, all feedback is appreciated, that's what I'm posting them for
Em Feb 2019
I'm the theory in your head
I'm the theory that's painted red
Planted in your garden bed

The choir of furies in your stead
The pack of doubts that never fled
She's the monstrosity that tore you to shreds
And I'm the ghost that saw how you bled.
reposting cuz i want aTTENTION
j Feb 2019
It's good reminiscing every night
Remember the good times we had
It became my habit, looking back to our yesterday
It's just a happy memory

I feel the other way tonight
I realized something
Asked myself
"What if you're just being forced by the idea of my love?"

Maybe our ideas of love won't just click
If we still continue this, we'll be sick
I love you, I want reasons to stay
I hope you still feel the same way.




--jeannery a.




What if you're just being forced by the idea of my love? What if I'm just forcing you to love me more when you can't? Honey, help me. Those what if's are slowly killing.
MisfitOfSociety Feb 2019
Have we forgotten how to dream,
To see the world through ourselves.
The place I used to be is now lost,
When I was a child I knew where it was.

Before I knew the world I knew myself,
Then I became aware of the world.
It is hard to live when everything is so fake,
Convincing myself that this is all real.

This all has to be real,
Because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in,
And go to places I've never been.

At night when I close my eyes,
I see the place where I used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am,
But when I awake I forget again.

My rabbit will take you there.
Keep on chasing my rabbit,
The hole only gets larger.

It is larger than you can imagine,
You will never truly grasp the bottom.

My rabbit's dragging you down the hole
How deep down does it go?!
You are starting to see from the in,
You're going to places you've never been.

Once I looked from the outside in,
Now I look from the inside out.
What is in is in,
Will never be out again.

I am falling down the rabbit hole,
Which way is up,
Which way is down.
I can't see the top,
And I can't find the bottom.
I am looking from the in,
I'm going places I've never been,
I am learning to dream again!

Follow my rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
Look from the inside out, rather than the outside in. Your perspective becomes your reality, change your perspective on things and everything will change.
A Line Grey Feb 2019
am I me,
or am I my ideas,

am I thought
or am I me thinking,
regina Feb 2019
It's not the breakup that hurts.
It's the fact that he is no longer there to fill your days make it hurts.

You are no longer waking up to the sound of him sleeping soundly next to you.

He will not be there to comfort you when you need shoulder to cry on.

You will never feel the touch of his warm arms when he cuddled you close.

His goofy smile faded as he walked out of your room, without turning his head back.

Maybe this is why we said love is an idea.
I loved him, just because he is always there when I need someone to lean on.

Now I have learned,
Sometimes we just want someone in our lives,
Even if it is not the right fit.
i came to realization today.
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