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alena Oct 2015
I was the happiest child
everyone called me naive
But as I grew up.

The happiness stayed
it took on a different form
I began to encapture people with my
sad happiness

I had a smile that could fit in anywhere
said my nana

You are so gracefully reserved
said my father

You have a shapeshifting soul
said my mother...
but the problem with a chameleon soul
Is you never can quite remember
your original color.
LycanTheThrope Jun 2015
Hard-wired to hold on
Forced to wait
Scouring spines
I can’t escape

I stepped into the unknown
                                                        A­nd,


Rugged teeth bite down on my flesh
Ripping me a gaping set
Drenched in blood and honesty
Convert it that to gunpowder too

My doubts tighten to a degree
Like rusty wires cutting my throat
Isn’t it already hard enough to swallow your beauty?

How can you tell I’m cold
If you’ve never touched my skin?
How can you tell I’m hurt
If there are no wounds?


Your voice is on the roof of my mouth


With every ounce of my blood left
And the very last of my breath in my lungs
I’ll let down my guard
And you’ll break me
                                      *
*again.
My Mikoto
I guess answers aren't found in the pouring rain

© Copywrite Lycan
Mr X Jan 2015
Sometimes you may feel out of place,
But that doesn't mean you
should stop exploring.
Become a nomad if your
surroundings don't suit you,
But **don't ever stop travelling.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
These eyes have seen more
Than what yours will take time to notice
These words don't stand for nothing
They have a meaning,
Hidden, though, you'll grasp that in a while, don't worry
The feet have walked just a bit more of a distance
than what you've walked,
You just started
And your age, its frivolous
Ofcourse you think you know too much
And most of what I say doesn't make sense
But my child, you'll be here one day
Feeling the air of existence
Hit you hard
A bit overwhelmed
And maybe,
A bit out of place.
a lion out of the plains would be sick
walking tall in a marsh
with mud in his pretty mane?
no i don't think so.
fighter in the wrong land
fury in the wrong fist
turned inwards instead of to the wildebeest
cloven hooves at his ***
instead of teeth at their throats
proud proud lion
never be a gangster here
pull up that saggy skin and face the facts
you're in the wrong town now, kitten
more about me feeling wholly  out of place, though this one is delivered  with a more upbeat tone.

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