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redberries Jul 2017
Love makes you greedy.

Two worlds collide. And slowly come together to become one.

You can't not expect an explosion when planets come crashing into one another. So when the two start to engulf each other, conflicts begin.

You can't help but feel an inbalance.
But love is never about equal feelings but rather both fueling the love together without regards to calculations.
However when insecurities kick in, you see how they seem to feel less passionate than you do and their world engulfing more of yours than you are theirs.

We then start to ask for more.
But did not realise it was never about how much was given.
It was always just bliss and enjoying of company and times together.

But sometimes,
we become greedy
we want more
but did not realise
we already have everything we need.

We already have them.
we become selfish sometimes. it hurts the other. hope this isn't realised too late.
hope greed did not made love slip away.
Demonatachick Jun 2017
What do you call someone so free,
Someone whom I'm pretending to be

What do you call someone who doubts,
who's insecurities rise and inner fears shouts
Call me what you like
Not too sure on this one but I thought I'd post it :D
Garima Thapliyal Jun 2017
Knock knock!!!
Who is there???

I am the one closest to that you are closest to,
attached to your possessions
                       your loved ones.

I am that numbness over your spine,
that uncertain lump in your throat,
the anxiety that makes your body shiver,
the reverberating chattering in your mind.
that long fuzzy sense of grievance.

I am the most unwelcoming,
And even evaded by your sense of awareness.

I am the battlefield in your paradise.
the termite making your roots hollow.
I am the one that has morphed the taste of your favourite sweet marshmallows into the sour grapes.

I am that dilemma that freaked you out,
And you find yourself clinging in between.

You still didn't recognise me?
Let me give some more of clues.

I was there,
when you saw him with her,
sharing their laughs,
his laugh,
the same laugh that made you fall in love with him,
was disturbing you there.

Didn't you see me, I was next to you.

That night,
I was all there,
very close to your mother,
When you asked her to go out,
And she didn't let you.

Didn't you sense my presence?
with your locked room
while sleeping every night,
in your own house.

I was right there,
when you were judged by your complexion,
& shape of your body.
You were told you are not good enough
And you believed them.

I am the same which made you toss and twist,
in those sleepless nights,
when your pressing need was your sleep.

I am the one intervening your inner piece,
A clear foe,
Sometimes the result of you own overthinking,
Which gnaws you,
Tears your skin apart,
Makes your head heavy.

I am the agony,
the irony,
Still inexplicable.

I am called your insecurities.
Sydney Bittner May 2017
She has never taken a silver spoon to the contents of her head,
or buried her body in a lover's empty bed.  

She is not the old jacket hanging on the back of the chair-
but the inhabitant, a throne's rightful heir.
I imagine a life where there are no ghosts in the mirror;

when friends talk about their fathers, there's no bile in her throat-
the thought of spilling the contents of her stomach is an unfunny joke.
She doesn't change into her clothes as if a gun ha
d been pulled,

or dream of Icarus’ voice, “Jump” he goads
She looks both ways before crossing the road.

Her fingers don't pry at a laceration's half-hearted mend
or dig into her womb when the wind howls for her end.

Substances don’t brush away her thoughts,
Or birth them again.

This stranger version of me-
probably so easy to understand-
not a martyr in the least.

However,
I imagine without these callous grooves in my flesh;

I couldn't figure out how to fill the empty spaces of others
or hide myself
just right
under the covers.
pondering who I might be, had certain privileges not been taken from me
Augustine Peters May 2017
Hard is a life you feel out of place in
You slide into the spaces but there are gaps along the edges

You almost fit
You've mastered the art of almost
You are the man behind the camera
Inspecting your life and trying to get the perfect shot
Commanding the things that don't fit against the backdrop of all your insecurities

Tilt
Lift
Squeeze
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost

Chin up
Back Straight
Smile
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost

Quiet down
Be careful
Not too fast
Freeze
/flash/
There, *almost
extension of an earlier work
I've built walls in front of me for decades,
Protected my mind for centuries,
And all it does is destroy me.

Nobody get's through,
Nobody really knows,
I'm all alone.

I may feel safe, but I don't feel happy.
Just about this persona I put on to disguise the real truths that make me vulnerable. Getting hurt can do that to you because you get too scared to be open again. Probably many of you relate.
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