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I built these walls in
The shape of mountains
With rivers on the inside
Settled with gardens, lush
That I dug and watered
Myself - climb, hike it thus
And you'll be surprised
That it's a much better trek
Than wrecking foundation
Destroying battlements,
These walls were not made
To keep out but to see
Who wishes to peek in
And find and know and
Maybe even care for and
Love me, so much more
Of what's within is just a
Town willing to be lived in
A heart just afraid to be
Stepped on but willing still
To be held, beat for and
In time, bloom and build
And climb some more,
It's just here, I'm just here
Waiting for any curious hiker
Waiting for a mountain high thrill
Of a kind of love affair, or -
I'm not picky at all -
A great kind of friendship true
Maybe though see what's within?
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
My room never seemed darker
I sever useless ties
If I ever am redeemed
I promise to silence wasted cries

Feel ensnared with no control
Unable to move, gasp for air
Swaying carelessly on the narrow edge
Of letting go, and going there

This continuing brutal journey
Has reached its compassless end
Wind is finally dying down
The choice mine to break or mend

The breeze is swirling, still
Start to wheeze, my lungs let go
Freeze time for a moment but
It thaws, melts like April snow

Lose my sense of taste, my lips
Numb as I fall out of grace
I tumble down, the coldness spreads
Into my body and face

The sky is far above me
I don't dare to take a peek
Not much point if I already know
I will not find what I seek
Written long ago
ClawedBeauty101 Jun 2018
So turn around and do not peek

I'll flee and I'll go and hide some place cold, dark, and alone,

When the count down ends, it is your choice, but choose quickly before my patience turns to stone

Will you look and search no matter how long it takes to set my hiding  place free?

Indeed I Will Hide...But Who Will Go And Seek For Me?
Just a poem I thought about thanks for a few of my friends
Elise Jackson May 2017
"if you want angry, blackout drunk fueled fights with strangers,
that's what he'll give you.

if you want nostalgic, sugar-filled summer sunsets,
he'll give it to you.

if you want to sleep into the late afternoon and whisper during breakfast,
that's what he'll give you.

if you want police knocking on the door at 2 am after an assault report,
he'll give it to you.

but if you want him to choke you, shove you, even strike you,
he won't.

because the last thing he'd ever want on this planet is to hurt you.

but he'd definitely hurt anyone that'd try to hurt you."
"Bent" 2017
grim-raven Jun 2015
I looked you in the eye
I listened on your rants
I heard it when you sigh
I love it when you smile

You've never seen me once
No. It's not a lie
But then again...
I looked you in the eye
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
10W**

parting
the branches
she peeks out
to see
who's
looking


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/12/2015
The moon has just risen
but she's still behind a tree
Gladys P Apr 2014
On a bright and delightful Easter morning
A furry white rabbit, wiggled her pink adorable nose
Peeking through lush bushes
In a lovely and distinctive pose

And jiggled her cottony soft scut
Aiming into a vegetation
On this sunny day
With so much motivation

Quietly hopping into a blissful garden
Placing decorative filled eggs in pastels
With little time to rest
As she quickly inhales

Adding vibrant colours, to an emerald spiky blanket
And into a rainbow of unfolding tulips
Enlightening her way, like a dazzling carnival
For little peeps enjoyment, upon soft winds movement

Beginning in the latter daylight hours, as tots of all ages
Eagerly carried empty interwoven baskets, on their quest
Pacing through, as in peekaboo
And observing who competes the best

— The End —