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Contoured Nov 2017
They let me out today,
The demons in my head.
Left the gate unlocked,
"Leave the cage," they said.
I took one step outside,
The sunlight burned my skin.
My body wanted to leave,
But my mind stayed in.
I've left the cage before,
Several years ago.
I escaped that time,
They didn't let me go.
As I left the cage,
Thoughts flooded in.
Thoughts of things I've done,
Thoughts of where I've been.
I got too overwhelmed,
By my presently haunting past.
I could've been their first escape,
But I always finish last.
Lost Boy Oct 2017
**** fake relationships
And these stupid shallow flings.
I miss having something real.
I miss having you.

Your voice still locked
In the echoes of my broken
Guitar strings.

Your name still locked
Echoing in the back
Of my head.

My siblings
Still ask why you
Left

And I'm still stuck
Asking the same
Rebel Heart Oct 2017
One wall is full of magnificent posters
Of a little girl's future dreams.
The other painted over with vibrant art.
One wall is a diary oozing with words
Of every unwritten song and unsaid thought
The other a painted map of all the adventures
That await her if she follows her heart.
...
Yet these posters cover up gaping holes
The paint covers up the scars
The words cover up the pain
The map her deep flaws
...
The room was never meant to be seen
By anyone else but the girl
Who lived in fear of the demons
Before realizing she
Was the only monster
Living under her own bed.
...
And no matter what she did
To cover up her empty walls,
The suffering
  Would forever
    Be locked
     Within them
...
Her room forever emptier
Than her heart
.
Excerpts from a long published poem by the same name...
Jellyfish Sep 2017
Feeling disconnected,
from the ones who surround you each day, is sadder and scarier than being lost in the darkest of caves.

I look one way only to be turned away,
someone else is more important right now.
I search for comfort from others
who I've grown close to with time.

It's not the same.

It all becomes a very depressing pattern,
what happens over the time it takes
for you to become, locked out.
Until only special people can help.
I've been feeling very alone in my home lately.
me again Jul 2017
'97
It's "Originality"
and she bleeds it.
She doesn't just want it,
she needs it.
Each day she Lives it
and each day she breathes it
She told me she hates it,
and I know that she means it
A sweet, blooming flower
left to rot--alone,
in secret.
no outlet for an energy
so hungry you're left speechless
to this dead flower I send my condolences,
the deepest
a lifelong developing poem, i currently live and die through this cycle everyday....
axr Jul 2017
i'll tell you what's ****** up about society
a man in a room filled with women is excited
he is checking every one of them out,
his eyes searching for the one with the biggest *****
and the ones with the big ***,
his eyes scan the pretty faces for the sparkling eyes and by the end,he's convinced that he's in love with the girl with the perfect smile.
he is quick to point out their flaws,
one of them has a button nose
and someone has acne scars on her face
one of them happens to be taller than him
and another one a different race.
he is excited,he is aroused, he wants to get lucky, he want to make new friends by the end of the night.
in the locked room, he wants to have a time that only ***** can make him remember

a woman
in a room filled with men
is terrified.
she buttons up her shirt till she can feel it choking her.
she covers up because she doesn't want them staring at the bits of skin exposed.
across the room, she sees a man winking at her and quietly rubbing himself.
she desperately looks for a safe space, a familiar face,
she looks for somebody from the locked room who can save the day.
the men slowly encircle her and mentally undress her
and with every item of clothing they remove,
she becomes more of an object.
she is anxious,she wants to run for her life,she just wants to make it home safely by the end of the night.

the locked room is a paradise to one
and hell for another
this is actually a spoken word poem. i have been experimenting with new styles of writing since the past few weeks and this is one of the products
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
Endless ocean in the sky
Billions of glowing eyes
Watching us
Yet mine
Are locked with yours
And open are the doors
To worlds,
Secrets of the universe
pretty old one, that
Sadia Jun 2017
The dark night whistles a midnight tune
As two lovers unite.
The moonlight sets a spotlight on them.
He takes her hand, and she wraps her arms around him.
Eyes locked, he carelessly whispers, "Will you sway with me?"
As the lovers' hearts come closer, as the music beats fast,
Two hearts slowly drown in love.
Both lost in each other's embrace,
He dips her under the moonlight sky.
His hands stroke her face.
The stars are the audience.
And as the music ends, he steals a passionate kiss from her.
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