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b Jan 18
the guilt
the sin
the hatred within

thinking if we disguise our hair
in an obscure form of veil
they will conceal our madness

thinking if our skin prevails
after years of stacking knitwear
they will shred our sadness

then asking us why are we so vain?
why do we masquerade our emotions to keep us sane?
when all your attempts strives to conceal what’s underneath
underneath that cloth you call a veil
underneath that skin you use for sale

the morals
the virtues
the lies you preach

It is just another mask you wish to keep
she remains anon Nov 2018
I don’t remember
building a church here
yet you preach and preach
words that never reach my ears.
Henry Brooke Oct 2018
I'm writing to make you smile

hoping you, reading, understands
Im really eager to give out an open hand and hug you

Hello Poetry Reader its nice to meet you!
Weve never met yet, but give me the shape or form you want, Im your mother and you father, your kin and friend. And Girlfriend or Boyfriend.

I sense unlimited talent in you,
did you know we are all quite like gods ?

Yet we are so small
were tall.

Im a young person from Europe irl,
wishing to make you happy.

Im not religious, this is my prayer for you.

Ive never done this, but it feels so good wishing you the best.

You should try it too.

I wanted to write a poem,
but was in one of those moods where
you have the title out before the body.
A Head-only beast.

At least here it is.

I wish you happyness!

See you around,


wanted to try somthing new.

Rachna Pattnaik Aug 2018
U being my inspiration,
me narrating u in a paper
& letting the world read "The tale of a peach".
Brandon Conway Aug 2018

Sage Jul 2018
Don’t cry in church
That’s what they preach
As I am sobbing on sabbath
As I whimper in the pews
As I Lament from their preaching
And weep for acceptance

Wipe your eyes
No need to cry
These seats aren’t for sorrow
So walk the aisle
With her at your side
And it will be alright
Dylan McFadden Mar 2018
Life is short,
And time is borrowed
“If freed today,
I’ll preach tomorrow”

Spoken from
His prison cell –
The faithful one
Who conquered ****

When kings and men
Put him to flight
He stood his ground
Without a fight

And gladly took
To shackles – chains
To prove to all
His Faith remained
Life is short,
And time is borrowed
“If freed today,
I’ll preach tomorrow”

See he had been a
Prisoner, freed
From much more
Fearful enemies

The first of which
Was his own flesh –
His death that died
It’s death in death –

The death of the
Triumphant King;
The Holy One –
The King of kings

The One who
Traded life for Life –
Who gave it all
And took the knife…
…that he would sing
Without a sorrow,
“If freed today,
I’ll preach tomorrow!”
alanie Jan 2018
i spent my night online
reading rude messages
and words
of people who say
they dont care

i spent the next minutes
responding and writing
and calling them out
its not okay

i spent a few hours
to read the responses
of those on my wall
who say
they are there for me

and that they agree
that people are disgusting
when they care more about
their opinion
than others

i made everything public
and preached
of what most people won't say

yes i have scars
yes i have a past
i won't cover it up
and nor will i be ashamed
I have more scars on my body than I can count from self harm and a few hours ago I got horrific messages on my snapchat that said it was pathetic and hideous. I refuse to conform to what people want of me and know that so many people care and support me and have been through the same thing as me and understand <3
Amoni Fuller Jan 2018
She looks at life with longing eyes
It holds her, flies
For like a dove
Her speech preaches peace
And love
I love what I know and I know what I love
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