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Weather isn't too good today
Seems like heaven's in tears
Not because I'm broken
Or it broke along watching me
Once again another being would metaphorize it with her grief
Rain 1d
It’s a city from the outside,
Shining on a hill
But from the inside looking out
It’s just another jail
It sometimes feels like the city walls are pressing in, suffocating me, but I can’t leave, at least not yet. Soon, though, I’ll be leaving; soon... I just have to remember to breathe long enough to get there.
c Feb 10
they tell me
to open the door
and step through,
but can they not see
that it's locked
from the outside?
JasFow Feb 8
When I first was taken away
I didn’t like to speak
I had nothing left in me to say
My biding was done
So most days from sun up to sun down
I sat at the dining room table
Surrounded by large windows
Letting in natural light eliminating the house
I sat and looked out the windows
Facing out the to the East
The large field grew tall with unkept grass
The trees barely blocking anything
Green everywhere in sight
And horses
Real horses running around in their yard
Not a mile across
Spending hours sitting, looking out
I’m not sure what for
I wasn’t searching for anything
Just glancing out with scratched glasses
Not focusing on any one thing
Mostly using the time to think
If things went any different
If what it was, wasn’t
If what would be, wouldn’t
Doing so for almost three years
But it now feels like a waste
It didn’t change a thing
Foster care is still foster care in the end
Now a part of my past
Thank God it didn’t last
And thank you to my now parents
For the adoption
As long as I had my sister with me, nothing else mattered.
TyBeauty Jan 26
Devil is a lie
And he must go
What lyes beneath
It must go

Tricky beast you
Under a robe..
Playing tricks.
With my body under a robe.

In true diguise
I must go
Tricky animal
Under a role.
Outside my window,
the rain
down from the roof.
And because
of the rain,
I feel like I've been hit by the blues.
I'm tired and sleepy,
I just feel
so lazy.
I wish
that it would be sunny.
The weather often inspires me to write.
LolaPark Jan 23
He said he knew me...
Not me per se, but people like me.
"****, I use to be you"
he continued...
"hopeless and lonely with a front row seat to tragedies,
wasting time, killing hope,with *** bottles from ABC,
fearing the living and mourning the dead,
paralyzed in a loose chain,
in a globe that seems to contradict it's every turn,
that's what you're doomed to be!"
his worn out eyes turned to me
"but isn't that everybody?
I know it's still me...
afraid that my dreams will be swallowed up by reality"
KHY Jan 22
Look at your own reflection;
it’s a metaphor for your internal dimensions
Yuki Jan 6
Little girl
don’t you cry.
I know you’re scared.
Everything seems
so much bigger than you.
The world could be
a dreadful place
It spins too fast
for you to
keep up with it.
You’ve got to run.
You are allowed
to fall too
but be quick
to get back up
on your feet.
Nobody is gonna wait
for you out there.
They will even step on you
any time they can.
It is a mortal marathon.
Time to grow up
little girl.
Matterhorn Jan 2
Rain drip dropping
On the outside of my bivy sack
Cold air, breathing
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2019
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