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Eve Estelle Feb 2016
I see the walls to your kingdom,
Across the sea, so far away;
The cerulean waters give me no solace,
As I'm reminded only of that fateful day;
Disruptions plague the tranquil surface,
As I recall the reason I couldn't stay;
A ripple for each fallen tear,
I wish you weren't so far away..

*I stood outside those wretched gates,
Defiance coursing through every vein;
I watched them bolt the locks behind me,
Wasn't long till I felt the pain -
Separated from you, but I still couldn't doubt,
For two words they called to me,
And those were, "Get out."
corbin meacham Feb 2016
No matter how many people try to ask.
I make sure they never get a glimpse behind the mask.
Because i am afraid that they will hate me for my past.
If they do i feel i will go straight into an outcast.
And i am afraid that i will be all alone.
I know i can't handle living this life all on my own.
So i make sure the mask is on tight.
But will it last until I go into the light.
What if it breaks, its hiding so much it just might.
Amul Garg Jan 2016
Out of his shell came he.
But late was he to the party -
of people mingling merrily.
Being outcast was his destiny.

When his greetings bore no fruit,
he beat a retreat.
Regretting thoughts of dancing elated,
he came home defeated.

He asked himself to worry not,
destined was what he got.
"I've one friend who'll always be there,
whenever I fall into despair."

And, it was no one but him-
-self, who saved him in situations grim.
As he thought, his hope renewed,
for he found an old friend in solitude.
Ben Fernekees Jan 2012
The party has begun
and the faces are covered
the mask hiding truth
and eyes showing reality

those unknown circle together
as the music continues
and strangers mingle
under false references

yet there is one without a mask
the truth open for all to see
nothing to hide
and eryone stares

this man who is different
he is not accepted
those who are hidden rebel
and the one who shows the truth is lost
Miss Grim Jan 2016
You're an anomaly
He said to me
A little crazy
But to Mr. Swayze
You're like the wind
Always travelin'
In different directions
I think his intentions
Implied a compliment
But it felt like cement
As it brought me down
Because I've found
That to be unique
You'll face critique
In a world that conforms
You'll surely adorn
A kind of pariah
As you start to acquire
The loneliness
Becoming depressed
By the need to connect
When they're all inept
To the concept
Of your strange perception.
They look at me like an alien. Like I don't belong, as if wanting to know more was a crime. But They're just kids. Blinded, cruel, unwilling, and closed minded. But one day, they will realize, they will open their eyes and want what i have to offer , but on that day it will be too late. Forgive them? I would. But My eyes have been trained to see past their mask's. Who they really are has already been revealed to me. And because of knowledge, i am no fool.
And they all taste cotton candy sweet
While I am the bitter aftermath of cigarettes smoke
Because when you're a mallard in a sea of swans
You start praying for the echo of gun shots proclaiming duck season
EtherealOmega Nov 2015
A healer with broken wings
Stands staring down at his hands
They are covered in crimson blood
As clear tears run down his cheeks like a flood

The memories..
They are all coming back to him now
Terrible things which he wishes he had never done
Things he wishes he could go back and change somehow

He lost his gift trying to free her
His love to him the greatest spurr
Yet still it was not him that broke the chains
Yet still it was not him that took away her pains

He lost his wings when he was cast from the order
His gift used up and his mind now in complete disorder
The ones above him saw him more as a threat
That it would be better to just cast out and forget

He lost any last shred of humanity when that creature came
When it tried to make him and it one and the same
For that life it took from him his sight
But ever more it had cast upon him a terrible blight

Now he is losing his sanity
As he stands in the rain contemplating life’s profanity
Everything is swirling around him in a cloud of dark abyss
Everything within him has gone terribly amiss
The simpleness is gone
And so is the light

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Alex Kuntz Nov 2015
Boys and girls of every creed,
Wouldn't you rather fight than believe?
Take our hands and refuse to die,
Come with us to The Outside.

This is The Outside.
It's our world, and everybody bleeds,
It's the place where we can be free.

I am the one with the ice cold glare,
A blink of my eyes can freeze the air.
I am the one with the demon soul,
My heart torn by choice and my spirit unwhole.

The Outside is where we call home,
Once you know, you can never go.

I am the one with the needle in my skin,
Lethal injection brings the feeling within.
I am the one with the opened up arms,
Hope and discretion disguised by the scars.

It's our world, and nobody understands,
But that's okay, we just do what we can.

I am the one with the sightless eyes,
Can't see through my enemy's lies.
I am the one with the cut-out tongue,
Words trying to escape are trapped in my lungs.

The Outside is where we call home,
Once you know, you can never go.
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