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Ces Jul 2020
A sudden question arose
perplexing in its simplicity:

"When did I stop listening?"

How did the music fade?
How did the melodies inside my heart
waned?

Innocence is a fleeting thing
Like tunes and notes...
the soothing caresses of the wind
on a quiet spring

My heart is craving for answers
Oh, this inquiry that rattles my mind:

When did I stop being
a child?
M Jul 2020
I’ve come to think about it; at times it may seem blatant—
why it’s a fact, but indeed we were all children once...
Children: then the innocent; but with time flew the pleasant
gems of the past. I could no longer recall when ‘twas.

Yet somehow the distinction presents itself quite clearly.
All are born without prejudices; they grow to learn
them their own. If anything, sentiments are born merely
from those around us, ‘til one day they can’t be unearned.

Thus I say, when men are born they are without character:
a racist man is not born but is made; likewise, a gentleman
is forged from the furnaces of virtue and integrity. Might there
be some way we can just try—to be children again?

We were all children once… it seems we forget this;
whence comes our innocence, is but a bygone fantasy.
Written 07/07/2020
Marion Jul 2020
andrew.
i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath.
i almost feel unworthy.
this person, this man-
he's perfection in flesh and blood.
i feel blessed.
this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws.
i nearly worship him.
godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it.
i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him.
he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.
eleanor prince Jul 2020
ankles held firm
his shoulders lurch

branches loom ahead
I duck in ashen forests

'Do all Uncle says,'
Mother spat again

face is stinging
air's thinning

I'm milk-bag
sleepy

he yanks
me higher

~~~~

'Here we are
my sweet!'

the stiff door
creaks slowly

his treacle tone
mocks the dust

dead moths stir
in alarm

~~~~

I'm flung
down

mat's
hard

he's
in me

I die

again

they all do it

~~~~

I disappear to
holes in the wall

they watch in silence
and let me stay on

cold-blooded fire
burns red

do I live
numb

I pray

~~~~

staring out the
window I see

sifted icing
sugar peaks

my Mountain
smiles strong

sparkling clean
in warming sun

Whoever made it
is my Friend

a gift

for life

~~~~

it's my
birthday

I'm two

~~~~~~~

#child #innocence #destroyed #alone #mountain #clean #strong
for some, betrayal starts early... and the body remembers... as does the mind
Hazel grey Jul 2020
We lay on a field of yellow stubble
Our legs swinging in soft water
Meeting occasionally
Butterflies in lower belly
Oh! The wonders of human touch.

Birds fluttering in the infinite blue
Erratic buzzing of bugs
Calming silence of autumn wind
Suddenly broken by his
"If i could pause time for an eternity
I'd do it right here with you in this moment."

I looked at him
His innocent eyes staring into the wide sky
Perhaps sending out unfeasible wishes
And then he held my gaze
And i realized how futile words were.
Samantha Babe Jun 2020
I was the sunshine that they called
In a call, I would be there
In smiles, I could share laughter
In cries, I would be willing to be your shoulder
Everything you expected would be my pleasure
Even in hearts, I would be at my best
Time can be my friend
In every seconds, I would make it count just to be with you
Cause that is the right thing, right?
When everybody seems to disagree
You can count on me
I would never fail you
Even if it is too much sometimes
Like a suffocation in a sleep
I woke up like feeling nothing from the night
But ****, that's not even appropriate!
I'm a slave to someone's emotion
I look highly to people without looking my own
They're already stabbing my back
Their favors that I was so blind were just a gratification to their selfish needs
With the smiles they show was a lure
All they had to do was to pick me in their convenience
I had a purpose according to them
I was the cheerleader.
But I woke up
After all this time, I know how to get tired of everyone
The sunshine is now a cloud
Sometimes in vast colors, sometimes in hard pouring rain
I was greatly unfair to my younger self
But it's not too late to walk away
Cause what is important is that you have woke up from blindness
And to know what is really you deserve for the world.
This is dedicated to the people who used & maltreated us, took us for granted and so unreal to our genuinity.
The meaning of growing up,
Perhaps lost in translation
I never realized what it meant,
To lose your innocence
And the feeling of playing catch up,
When the train had left the station.
Cattatonicat Jun 2020
Everybody acts like they do no harm
At the sight of the truth,
We say no that's not mine that's yours
What a showmanship

Gaslighting 101 should be a gen-ed course
Professor preach to me, watch out for the ones you care for
They will burn you alive
They will laugh while you turn into ashes and tears

All in the name of love,
I'll sin like a saint and bless like a sinner

Funny seeing you be upset with me
For not carrying your weight anymore
It was never mine to carry, and I don't mind you being upset
Because you never stopped to think,
oh, she's crushing under the weight,
I should carry my share

I'm not here for your convenience
I'm here to die we all are

All my best friends are losing their innocence
And I miss our innocence
Very much, very much so

All in the name of love,
I'll sin like a saint and bless like a sinner
Nolan Willett Jun 2020
Locked away, in tower grey,
The crime of innocence;
And in the streets, disarray,
Observed from the distance
Of a somber penance:
A sinister interplay.
Riddhi Thakkar Jun 2020
A girl who kissed someone, does her innocence  gone?

A girl who made out with someone, does her innocence gone?

A girl who is still ******, but kissed and talked widely,
Does her innocence gone?
The hidden love
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