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Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
All of their eyes
Placed upon me
It is very cold
In the gale
Always with that whisper
This is where
Every part
Of me begins to shake
In the gale
This is more than I can take
Because each heart
Burns me crisper
And I begin to unfold
The air
Grows Pale
In this smoky gale
The leaves
Protect me from lies
Even as they meet demise
As I stand
Afraid
In this gale
With absent care
I don't understand
Why no one grieves
For the tree
That will now fade
Into the gale
Just a small note for anyone that cares, I've been a little shy about sharing my long poems. The first one I posted was given positive feedback, so maybe let me know if you want to see more? This is my second long one, so I thought I'd ask on here.
Brent Kincaid Apr 2018
Demons of change taunted me
If I don’t do what I always did;
Fear of being strange haunted me.
What punishment for what I hid?
Maybe things will be a bit better
And settle down a bit after while
But life doesn’t seem to work well
Like when I could wink and smile.

My looks used to get me a ways,
Where mornings could turn into nights
I could have fun and party for days
And everything seemed fun and right.
I started out drinking and using
To overcome all my social fears.
It was just for weekends, partying,
But then it turned into many years.

I bought the drinks and the grass
And suddenly I was a welcome guy.
Later I too publicly fell on my ***
And nobody even asked me why.
But I caught myself holding ****
And *****, and keeping quiet
So nobody would come knocking
To party hearty and to try it.

And then one day, demons came
And heartlessly showed the truth;
They showed me myself by name,
I was no longer a pretty youth.
Only those as bad as I had become
Could stand to spend time with me.
I came to and realized I was numb
That my life had turned into tragedy.
Dawnstar Dec 2017
I see apes walking on ice,
I see snakes slithering on snow,
lively eyes indulge my dream,
and it haunts me.

worry, worry, worry.
marked drips on a stained walkway
catch my stare so often
I forgot I was looking

by two levels, I drop.
the ground awaits me.
today, I am sure-footed;
I will not buckle.

an enigma passes:
I wrest free my heart,
but too late!
all that is left...
a cold afternoon,
a quiet memory,
a regretful encounter.

and countless others
who, in unfortunate confidence
might turn away in disdain...
they won't know a flower's scent.

if I were one of them,
I would stand up and say,
"Advance, Collingchance!
Attach your legions to mine,
and together we will conquer!"
or I would approach you like a highwayman
and make demands of you....

but since I am not,
my only demand
is that you accept me
for what I am.
Updated 2/2//2018.
Leila The Kiwi Nov 2017
Quiet people
Don't stand out.
They're hard to notice.

You have to be looking
To find them;
It's a game
Of hide and seek.

When they open up
They're likely
To be very beautiful
They'll love the company
Because
They're used to
Being overlooked.

You're not alone,
I know how it feels.

l.vs
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