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SJ Vandegrift May 2019
Inside our secret confidence
Within the safety of self
We formulate words so false,
so tediously regulated,
to hide our endless faults.

But should we be found out,
Our illusions be shattered
The self-images scattered.
Social homage to live without,
Respect of friends floundered.

To us then, who tightly conceal
Reality from the brining truth,
“Abandon your games of youth!”
By breaking the terrified seal
That quiets a conscious mute.
Porpor May 2019
It's a world nobody knows about
Only you
You're living in that world
It's terrible there
The only thing you can think about,
Is your secret
To make it better
You have to tell your secret
Every person you tell will live there too
More people more fun
If everyone knows
That world will be a nice place
Be honest
Sara I Raad Apr 2019
Do you know how much it took out of me to give you
pieces of me that
I,
Till this day,
cannot accept?

-You may have a way with words, but you also have a way of freeing me from my own demons.

and that's why..

I really don't want to let you go.

Sara I. Raad
Joshua Apr 2019
'I love You'
It's a sigh,
While we're burning

You cross me with your glance
And I feel alive through you

I hold you
And outside the sun remember us our moment has passed

I look at you, while you're going
I think of you while I return hiding you from the others

Here you left your Heart
Written in the morning, with a melancholic and yet happy feeling
Keely Gallagher Apr 2019
“I’m writing this somewhere secret, and green, and  beautiful..

Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion
That I should be drinking in with relief.

But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude.

We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”
I have a beautiful and magical secret pond that I’ve found in my suburban neighborhood full of rules and watching eyes. For the first time since I moved here, I have somewhere I can sit and breathe.
It makes me miss my loved one, but pain can become beautiful.
Madisen Kuhn Apr 2019
tighten your tanned arm around my waist
put your thumb inside my bottom lip
tell me how pretty i look in a dress
even more with it on the floor
and with a sun-dripping smile
i will bloom beneath the ripened lust
that seeps from your secret gaze
like a blazing hillside of orange poppies
shifting towards you in the soft wind
waiting to be crushed
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