I feel something in my heart,
It goes deeper and deeper
They hammer my heart with rusty nails
I always pull the nails out

I won’t let the rusty nails rust my heart
Because that little damaged heart wants to Protect you from the rust.
Clarity Jun 12
I won’t let you do this anymore
I can’t loose control again
Can’t let you effect me like this
It’s been too long
I need to protect myself,
My heart,
My soul.
Ender Royalty Jun 13
With you I feel safe
From the people around,
The disturbances they make,
Even the slightest frown

With you I am bound
To capture my dreams,
Go everywhere but down,
Do nothing but gleam

You glisten with power
Not afraid of anything
Making haters cower

You are my everything...
Adept Jun 10
and though i protect you,
i need saving too
... for one of us
KM Hanslik Jun 9
I learn to hibernate in layers, I keep
different peoples' secrets tucked into the folds
and pockets of my clothing, or injected directly
into my veins where the softness can soothe
any leftover ache. I dilute
my blood with better safe than sorry, as if saying that
will make up for all the could-have-beens and missed chances
that I make excuses for.

I'm slowly learning
not to feel so much, I press words onto pages now instead
of into people. We can't keep counting up
everything we've lost forever, that isn't
how this works. We were meant for more
than paper promises and paper dreams, we were meant
to lose our breath when the sun hits our eyes and I'm trying
to expand my heart now instead of clinging
to the half-spoken things that still rest under layers of dust on
my nightstand.

I kiss
my palms before turning up empty at your doorstep, I tread
softly over property lines that read do not disturb;
my tongue knows better how
to ask permission than anything else.
It's hard to tell lately what I'm becoming, if it's
simply a replica of an older version or maybe something
new & unrecognizable - other people have pressed
themselves so far into me, I don't think these leftover marks
will grow out; maybe I'm shaped by whatever
crosses my path every day and maybe I'm supposed to live
for all the dreams that were cut short before
they took flight.

Teach me how to pour these colors into new moldings, cast
my promises along the same lines as fate;
it's getting late now and I'm slipping into the fog where everything unspoken haunts me
just the same as when I'm awake.
I'm feeling this sense of responsibility in every inch
of my hemispheres,
warm and heavy in my brain, weighing
me to some reality where duty matters more than
my life. Keep me grounded so that I do not drift along
the breeze with the scattered notion
that our lives amount to anything more than
the soft skins we try to harden;
we are all small and easily bruised in the end, but that never stopped me
from lining my lungs with the world's illnesses, from storing
the battered remains of your dreams behind
my eyelids, it never stopped
us from throwing our bodies around, thinking our soft flesh
can catch bullets and barricade
others against the diseases that try to wrap themselves
around our skeletons - mine is melded with
the remainder of what could have been if I'd been braver, but I'm going
to try harder now, I'm going
to re-write our stories so that you can rest
all your burdens beside mine, and I'll catch
all the shrapnel and debris for you.
Uta Jun 8
The leaves that are attached to a tree, slowly moving from the wind that is blowing softly.

Leaves whom we do not think before we take their lives just by taking them away from their home, a tree or a bush.

The texture on the front and behind, deep and lime foresty green, the vessels that are highlighted by the Sun.

All they give is a simple thing to keep us alive,

air to breath.

And what do we give them in return?

No ability to grow forever, no ability to just, live.

We cut them down.

That's "thanks." to them.

Not all people hate nature or dislike it in any way, or even don't cherish it and protect it, but there are some who don't
care about its beauty and its power.

Trees, flowers, bushes, grass, they all do the same.

We only keep them alive by watering them or the rain waters them, or we simply like every human being, breath in return for
them.

Only a few realize that nature is so important and the only way to keep it alive is to protect it, but are we really,

the ones who must protect it?

It is now, but it will not be forever.

Nature lives with us now, but it can also live without us.
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-quick message-
I will write poetry on how I see the world and in general some other things.
I DO NOT want to offend anyone on what I think and what I say.
Everyone is different, they all have their own perspectives on things, but of course, I do have my own as well.
i will protect
my body as if
it were a blade of
grass in a
hurricane.

i will not bend to your winds.
why oh why mother must you call me a whore
Nyx May 27
Years fly by without a moment too soon
Our childhood is gone, Like a hazy sunday afternoon
We are no longer the same, children no more
We've grown up now, We aren't as close as before

I wanted to protect you from the world
I wanted to make things right
But It seems no matter how hard I try
You always look at me with spite

I wanted you to look up to me
I wanted to seem so cool
But every time I open my mouth
You treat me as if I am a fool

I wanted to help you
I wanted to treat you the best I can
But when I offer you help
You act as if you are a man

I wanted to change the past
I wanted to show you I can be kind
But whenever I show you love
Your response is always unkind

I know its time to stop pretending
To stop treating you as a kid
I know that you've grown up too
That nothing now can erase what I did

After everything we've been through
After all the damage we've done
Don't let growing up
Become the thing that makes us undone

So to my dearest little brothers
Even though you've grown so tall
Please don't forget me
I am your big sister after all
Nothing turns this angel down
Excellence, in the flesh
And if they try, an evening gown
In satin works the best

Is beauty deeper than the skin?
Surely she'll impress
Instead of showing what's within
She forces you to guess

Eyes of gold been tarnished brown
By tears that have been wept
Dark and shining locks abound
Make up for shades not kept

Sin runs red in times of blue
Every angel's seen
Temptation's there to carry you
When you have lost your wings

Consider but the outside shell
For that is most well-known
Appearing to be straight from hell
To garnish feelings shown

How could she be so mean, you ask?
What makes her be so spiteful?
Why can't she see it's not a mask
That makes her feel delightful?

Lies frozen, held through time
In silent desperation
Hiding at the scene of the crime
A vulgar confrontation

To free the memories from her head
Would unleash such a fear
She'd rather end the night instead
As not to feel him near

Ah, here's the one; the big bad wolf
That's haunted all her dreams
Whom proved too well by wearing wool
All are not as they seem

But I am nude, but skin and fur
And showing her my core
And telling her the parts that hurt
While donning nothing more

He's changed her mind, she's cast astray
But I could be the shepherd
To help her keep the wolves at bay
As countless dogs endeavored

One light can only shine so much
Before the flame has died
To reignite it just a touch
Of love might satisfy

Surely there is nothing worse
Than feeling left to dry
Entrapped within a lover's curse
And never knowing why

Well, in defense of self-defense
I must admit it's snide
To hang her face upon the fence
Until she's picked a side

It's safe, my friend, just be yourself
Strip down to nothing hidden
And let emotion feed your health
By eating the forbidden

A heart must be coaxed from its hide
With tenderness and passion
In order for the passersby
To notice what has happened

From way out here it's hard to tell
But underneath a soul
That liberates a girl of twelve
Longs for a soul to hold

To hold would mean to carry, too
When harsh times rear their heads
To be the one to follow through
When love needs to be fed

But most of all it means to dress
With confidence or loathing
Just make sure you can impress
A saint in Sinner's clothing
Way too many stanzas, but thought it'd be a good experiment to ask which ones people liked the least? I.e. which are least useful to the storyline? Are they in a clear order?
Would love your thoughts, no hard feelings taken :)
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