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Eliza Sep 1
beware of those monsters
that lurk in the bottom of your head
if you give them more attention
it won’t be long until you’re dead
Diana Santiago Nov 2018
A lonely woman stands in the distance
As the apple of her eye is perusing the apples
That sit on display outside the market
She watches her apple grab a basket

This woman waits in the cold February breezes
To catch her forbidden fruit emerge
When said apple steps outside
Her heart pulls her like a toddler to follow

As her eyes focus on her beloved subject
Her feet begin to pace in slow motion
The subject so far away now like in a tunnel
Her mind interjects with words that hurt

Leave that apple hanging on the tree
Along with its happy family
Pick not what isn't yours and never was
Return to your own empty branches
Where you shall hang alone
She is
the gift of sorrow,
the language of innocence,
the sound of silence,
the figure of madness.

She is
the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
the destruction.

She is
the blank page,
the book you still haven't finished,
the image you can't understand,
the face of desire
you will be contented,
yet you insatiate.

She is
the idea you once called "dream"
the ache of fears,
a fiendish plague,
a fiendish pain,
the hands you hold
and you lost.

She is
the dawn,
the twilight,
the time warp,
the calamity.

She is
a mystery,
the lies,
the secret you can't decode,
the memories you keep

On the mess of a crumpled
paper sheets,
there she is,
lurking within the covers.
DarkSkyesRising Jul 2018
It's always in the background

Can you hear it?

"It's part of life"

The heaviness that's always pulling you slowly back

Not allowing your smile to reach your eyes

Making you drift off from time to time

Can you feel it?

Weighing you down?

Letting you sink slowly lower?

Until you reach the bottom

And it all comes out

Full force

Then afterwards you feel lighter

But the smile still doesnt reach your eyes

Because it's still there
In the back of your mind

A never ending cycle

And if it had a color
It would be

vantablack

Seemingly impossible to

Quit

       Staring

At

    
It never leaves

"Its part of life"


Then how do you get rid of it?

You dont
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2017
The day is quiet
is given to the sun.
Pop in the night
every miniute
is people's time.

I look up in the sky
but missing a star.
Maybe it's lurking
in the sweet breeze.
Dillon Neal Dec 2017
It
Toothless it whispers
And tells me stories grim
It's a black cat with crooked whiskers
Scratching, beckoning, let it in

It lurks in the darkness of shadows
In cool whisps of the night
It hovers, and in absence grows
It's the calm, just before a fright
Arcassin B Apr 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


In this life you gotta know your worth,
The unfairness isn't at it's worst,
Everybody else has a purpose too,
some forgive some will work,
They might put your name in the dirt,
Like cleansing sins by the faucet,
if your friend don't come out the closet,
i won't judge this is way beyond me,
so if you hate your life , its not your fault.
i'm entitled to ignore all the flaws.
even mine , i don't shy away.
Be careful little mouth ,what you say..

life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..

Planting drugs in your locker,
no scholarship , non , nada,
it'll be wrong to play accuser,
heart full of bullet holes like who shot ya?
knowing that anywhere ain't safe,
for awhile just hold your fate,
can't trust half of the people in this town of mine,
they're nearly just fake,
so if you hate your life , its not your fault.
i'm entitled to ignore all the flaws.
even mine , i don't shy away.
Be careful little mouth ,what you say..

life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/04/little-mind.html
Robby Robinson Jul 2016
Next time the monsters lurk out            
from under my bed,
I'll let them pull me under.        
After all , the creatures down there                        
that I'll find                                
aren't nearly as    
scary                              
as the ones inside my mind.
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