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Steph Wams Jul 2020
I have something to say.
It's stuck on my lips.
The.
Lingering.
Pause.
In each wordless
Breath.
The movement in each averted gaze.

It's the shoddy cork
holding back
Each waterfall of
Tears.
The longing sign I ask God for
then ignore.
For the thing I fear most is not
Whether I say.
It's the thought  that you have
nothing to say,
back to me.
Met with silence.
Nicole Jul 2020
I have this tiny little secret
That I keep inside of me
Tucked and locked away
With no access to the key

Is this selfish of me?
To keep it hidden from the world
But I didn't want them to know
That my secret was destroying me overall

My mind was numb
My body needed a release
I was frustrated overall
With no clue how to please

I wanted to let it out
Scream with all my might
But my brain kept saying
"Just keep it one more night"

How do I survive this?
How do I fight
Maybe I should just let it go
Loose myself in blinding light.
Hey guys, so this poem is about people facing mental health problems. The secret refers to mental health issues someone is facing and keeping it inside themselves. I just want you all to know that you don't have to keep it inside of yourself just let it all out, If you need I am here for you and you can confide in me. Never let anything toxic stay inside your mind it's really dangerous so don't fret just let it all out.
Thank you :)
Cari Alva Jun 2020
The storm in my heart rolls in like waves
from a mighty ocean.
Deep diving it takes me away to memories unspoken,
Only to be heard by my subconscious, that devilish creature.
The door is slammed shut, the yester years will be forgotten.
The rebirth of the first breath floating on the horizon.
Eyes twinkle like fireflies, hands of an artist,
a smile that mirrors a sunrise.
My heart pounding.
Recounting fairytales of first love arousing.
The yearning of only wanting you keeps you
forever in mind and father time will not be so kind.
The constellations and the stars only know the secrets of my heart.
As I whisper forbidden words into the dark.
The dark is the dream of my devilish subconscious,
Where you will never be forgotten
Steve Page Jun 2020
There are things I don't speak of
There are those that stay unsaid
That remain untugged threads
and swallowed sighs

There are things that grow inside
There are those that ferment to full strength
That remain encased
Unrepented

There are remnants I don't share
There are those I keep to myself
Lest they seep out
Lest they drown out all else

There are things that will drown me,
that will **** me dead,

but not yet.
we all have our secrets.  I pinched the first line from Sabrina Mahfouz's poem Happy Days.
do you believe in it?
if this time around,
you knew it would come true,
what would you wish for?

it never hurt anyone to try
and believe so you tell yourself,
“even just a sliver of hope
in it won’t **** you.”

wishes are meant to be kept secret
so i’ll whisper it to myself
wishing you all the happiness and love in the world
with or without me in it.

i love you enough to want the best for you
and here i will always save my wishes for you.
I think of you every time. Shooting stars and 11:11, it doesn't hurt to believe in something even for a little bit. I care for you more than you know, I will always make my wishes for you and I always hope for my wishes to come true.
Yvonne Han Jun 2020
But you can't hide everything forever.

Don't be like me
Filtering words
till the only stream
flowing from my lips
is a flat vibration
resonating a fear
you call incompetence.

Don't roll your eyes
when I lecture you.
You've had three decades to **** up,
and two to **** me over,
so you don't have to keep waiting longer.

Tell me the truth
when your tongue tenses up
Spit it out
Make me sick
I don't care
if you've seen it all before
I don't care
how many times you've had to lie
to make those sleepless nights disappear.

Don't you see it's pointless now?
I already know you're dying
to lose yourself.

I know you're tired ma,
but I'm hungry.
Dante Rocío Jun 2020
In freedom,
madness of beauty,
I love all and nothing,
every member of the space surrounding, so much
and extendedly
that I come to tears,
my physical demonstration of overconscience.
I am truly and on all the planes
a Lover.
To anyone reading this:
You’re included in that space
Personally.
Even when no soul shall know of my passion.
I’ll be in my hide.
Bhill Jun 2020
deep concentration amazes the corrupt intellect
secrets lay in waiting as the mind deciphers the message
why do the senses allow corruption to succeed
the age-old dilemma is, well, age-old....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 160
Fight the corruption...
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