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Butterfly Jan 17
We will find all the pieces that are gone.
Put them all together,
Squeeze your eyes and they won't see the scares.
I wanna be called Ray:)
It's pretty and it suits me
She was my everything until she said I ment nothing to her
Like a passage in a dream remembered
Being that the best are forgotten and relearned like lessons from our past

She had scared my heart and that will last
Shes a stranger to me now just as she wanted it
Like an old book urning to be read but forbidden to be opened
Lonely thoughts of an emptied heart are all that's left
How sad is it to be broken and not repaired
She was my other half the one I was certain I was with for life no distraction no strife then all at once she closed her heart and never explained a thing.
I think I'm falling for you, and that scares me.
what else is there to say?
Butterfly May 2019
I can ask for the truth.
The only thing is,
I will never believe you.
Another one
I am so scared I want to **** my self, because of what happend today.
Robin Lemmen Jan 2019
It still scares me. The thought of being laid down by loving hands, gazing up at kind and gentle eyes. To feel safe in the arms of a long-ago stranger with a heartbeat now familiar as my own. I am mortified to undress and not hide this skin. To not hate these marks, fearing they will make you uncomfortable. It still scares me to trust the words of ones I love. They would never mean any harm, but humans are faulted. Flawed at heart. There simply is nothing to be said for the wounds healed by salted tears. So I stray from your line of sight. Believe me, this is for your own good. Veer from the possibilities of infinite. This ache is no more than a temporary glimmer of what used to be called hope. An abandoned carnival, full of stories and ghosts hoping to find belonging. I am always taunted by the dark. Even if I still may call it home. Won't you come in? My doors are wide open. I can promise you sight and glory. I can promise forever and mean it too, but beware of my empty promises. A beautiful painting. Won't you come and see my mismatch of watered-down colors? Only those daring to lose all have seen my oceanic storms. Please come closer. It still scares me, but won't you? Come, won't you play haunted house with me?
Dani Dec 2018
Take me down to the river to scream
Where the fish are alive in the stream
Where the heart can loudly beat
There we are safe to take a seat
Resting our feet from the fire
We can clearly see our true desire
Let our screams cover it all in black
Do not hold anything back
We used to have silly little fears
But now we face true worldly scares
In a river with only so much water
Let us fill it with the fears we slaughter
In a storm or current that sweep us up
Screaming on to fill and fill, now keep it up
Let it out and release your cares
Let it out so we forget our fears
Move on and enjoy the sweet rush of water
As if nature our mother and we her daughter
My best friend and I used to visit the river bed often.. To find peace, or enjoy nature, so scream when we had to. It would erase everything when we needed it to.
Kora Sani Aug 2018
if i still flinch at the things that scare me
does that mean i'm still alive?
some days i'm not sure

i'm a stencil of a body
with a beating heart in the middle
like a stick figure
only you can't guess my letters

some say i'm a mystery
they can't figure me out
i think i'm drawn to that too
that hidden sadness inside

the more i know about you
the more i make sense

when you hurt
i can feel it
when you're happy
i can feel it

the pain is still real
i'm still alive
and we're breathing
somehow together
until one of us leaves

i still flinch because this scares me

there's an end in sight

today i am sure

kiss me goodnight
kainat rasheed Oct 2017
it was my habit from my childhood
i ran  out from my home in evenings
i traveled  very  Licentiously
my mother told me
"come back to home  before  the evening time "
my mother told me
"dancing witches  and devils comes downs in evening "
"please you should come back to home at time "
but after all i went out
i ran from home
in the empty streets , lanes
on the roads
i wandered on graves
it was my wish
to see that body-less spirits
to meet a shadow
to see them dancing
how they changes their shapes
and reappears
i wanted  to see my self running  in scare
i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows
"ghosts " " they look like this and that "

but i had never seen
nor their dance
but today after a long
when ever  evenings starts
wind blows slowly
darkness starts rising in my yard
i started feeling scary
phantoms of my sadness
and shadows of my memories
souls of my loved ones comes down to me
they makes huge noises
their voices gives too much  pain to my ears
and then in this fear
i remained scary
and dreadful
they all dance ghastly
now i feels UN-comfort in evenings
now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish
now i remember what my mother told me  once
"when ever evenings starts haunting souls  and witches comes down "
"those  witches dance
very dreadfully
come back to home at time  ... my dear "
Äŧül Dec 2016
Only my parents are helping me survive,
And in their company I mature,
I wish that they be here for evermore.

I so wish someone else could hear me too,
And so I will not be lonely in near future,
Only that much do I now wish for myself..

I've my parents right now to love me,
And none of them is immortal,
Only in my memories they will live on...

I have my parents contrary to an orphan,
And they are really the best ones for me,
Only this much I know as of the moment.

I know that they won't be here one day,
And in a prison I will be trapped,
Only within the prison of loneliness.
My HP Poem #1343
©Atul Kaushal
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