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Sara Mar 2018
The thunder claps loudly
but the following silence is heavier.
Two sets of eyes search for comfort in darkness
-they're blinded when the sky blinks red again.
The clouds sigh green,
it's not deep- you're 16
but you sigh, when
you're asked
to repeat
what you said
again
found this poem in an old notebook
Anine Feb 2018
Nervous, pressured, confused.
The emotions I swallowed
Every time someone questioned
About the dreams I chased.

"Take it and accept it,
It is who you are born for
To survive in this tragedy
Not to be failed and tempted nor."

Not even who I am knows what I will be.
A war between the want and the need.
Silently depending on someone.
Neither who know the real me.
I'm too tired to care hahaha...
Dani Feb 2018
It's smaller than I remember

Not that I possessed many things,
though,
it always seemed like everything could fit in here
even the things I scarcely use;
The woolen jumper that scratches my neck,
The mittens, now too small to fit,
The bandanna with a stain or two
Its strange how things get put away to not be seen again
That is what I am now
in this moment.

I must remind myself to air out my cupboard once I get out.
I'm breathing in the stale air my possessions do
It smells of worn wood and detergent
The smell of a home I've always known.

There is a faint rattling
I try and hold my legs together to keep them from shaking
I hate that all I can hear is my short breath
I don't want to move to rub my eyes again.

Silence

A thud.

Nothing

More thuds of weighted boots

Silence again

My legs are cramping now
That recent growth spurt didn't do me good.
My **** knees keeping knocking together
Mama always said I couldn't keep still

Why do I get the feeling
that once I leave my small cupboard
That I won't be the same again?
My Dad was 16 at the time when Pinochet's men barged into his home. He had to hide in a cupboard as to not be taken away. My family have suffered from this dreadful man's dictatorship in Chile and I will be forever grateful that my family are safe. I suddenly wondered what it would have been like to have to hide in your own home. To go have to grow up fast.
blushing prince Feb 2018
there's a newspaper that gets delivered
when it rains it soaks & slithers on the front porch
melting into the cement
I never pick it up
I don't have an address
but it reminds me of Sunday morning
it used to cover a male face
there's a clearing of a throat and the sipping of black coffee
it's 2004 and the president is my father's favorite person
I'm used to living in tiny spaces
stir-crazy is reserved only for the *****-inducing extrovert
but as I turn on the light
the yellow glow reminds me of being inside an egg
I feel like I did in 8th grade when I was perpetually blushing
and all the girls in my classroom asked me why I was so nervous
I have flashes of a lemon tree
I was born nervous I tell them
the rest of the year is spent in silence
a note
Vick Mandrake Feb 2018
Have you ever gotten lockjaw?
At least, that's what I think it is
when my mouth stretches
to let in a yawn, or out a sigh.
My tongue recedes
for the muscles underneath pull taut.
It hurts to keep open,
and it hurts to try and close.
I cannot speak
yet I cannot seem to keep silent.
But this is only for a moment,
one that I long for,
as silly as that sounds.

It reminds me of talking to you
Any thoughts on the final line? I'm worried it's a bit on the nose but without it I worry the meaning gets lost
April Feb 2018
I remember your eyes,
How they sparkled when I made a joke,
How they crinkled around the edges when you laughed.

I remember your laugh,
How happy it made me,
How you'd slowly stop laughing then abruptly start laughing again.

I remember your hands,
How they molded with mine perfectly,
How you'd wring them together when you were nervous.

I remember you,
I hope you remember me.
lins Jan 2018
the anticipation is ridiculous
I don’t even know why I’m anxious
I want to see you so bad
hug you and touch you

is it okay to hug you?
is it alright to touch you?
do I need to hide my smiles?
I don’t know how to act around you

the last time we saw each other in person
we hugged and you kissed me
we both know it’s nothing
but hearing you say it

over
and
over

do you really dislike me?
do you really have regrets?
its okay if you do
but we don’t have to talk about it

again
and
again

I’ll admit
I’m nervous
how will we act?
how will you act?

ugh I am so nervous
about seeing you
standing right in front of me
smiling like you do
Not my best but at least it’s out there.
Haruharu Jan 2018
In the car somewhere between all the laughter and singing,
it happened.

Everything changed.

He went from being a face in the crowd to a one man show.

The spotlights are all on him.

From a known friend to a familiar stranger.

One who makes me so nervous I can't stand it.

I no longer see the same person, his appearance is different.

I can't pretend anymore.

It's still fun and games,
but this underlying tension..

The too long gazes, sweaty palms and shaky words.

Heart's beating out my chest by hearing his name.

Seeing him makes my legs weak.

Acting like nothing around him is a challenge.

Yet I long for the next time.
Emma Jan 2018
I hate the feeling of lingering words in the air,

When there is something I should say,

But it just won't come out,

I always feel scared,

"That is stupid,"

"Go away,"

Or maybe,

"That's exactly what I needed you to say."
BW Jan 2018
I have nothing to offer you
The boy who has seen it all
They are all prettier, heels high
Bullet in chamber, want a piece of you
drives me nuts
So I turn, tuck my fear, on my heels for the run.

He had a silver spoon, then built an empire of gold
They whisper, they try to be the diamond
On your lapel. hurting my eyes
A clown in my best dress, I panick
An amateur to a critic, something too beautiful to touch

I have nothing to offer you, maybe I can cook
In your shirt, omakase on counter.
Maybe I can purr and sunbathe, wink and
dance in the streets, holding you in the crowd.
Wear a collar and paint my nails red on the lawn
I have a temper, I can be tamed too
If only you could see,but I bet you have seen all this before
I have
nothing to offer you at all

I wiped my tear off, they all looked at me with disgust
My lips were crimson, theirs drip blood
I should have known it was vain
Impressing the boy who has seen it all
Playing with fire, sinning with no return.

"I am very nice, don't be scared."

I turn around. You wipe my tears off. They gasp.
Maybe tomorrow you will stay, or you will be gone.
I reached for the light, one night, even one.
I want to belong to.
The boy who has seen it all.
To a great guy called Jason, he scares me and impresses me at the same time. He is a perfect guy and a boy who has seen it all, love him loads.
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