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mads 1d
I'll tell you in different ways
never say what I mean
maybe tell you
today wasn't the best or
I'm feeling down
maybe it's easier that way
maybe I feel like I'm running out
of ways to translate what I mean
I don't want to burden with the way
I really feel
so I'll sum it up
in a few words or less
and tuck them away
and get on with my
bad day
I don't know how to say what I mean without you worrying.
i hear my name
slither off their tongues
about the kind of person
i've become
they speak of me
as if they know me
yet they haven't
spoken to me

- katrina ******
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my tongue twitches
from the words
it won't whisper

- katrina ******
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Bryce Jan 11
Finally, that we may be all at once all at once, when the coil is unwound and exhausted and begins to cool
And the corneal fillaments glaze into placid glass marble lakes, reflecting the small spurn of the world they held

That our soul should be upwelled
To the lapping stones of Valhalla, to be arisen by great arms and carried to our tableplace
To jest eternally of the great disgrace...

And woe of our whales, lost long afar
And the men who hunted them incessant
Pleasently warmed and vibrating with the humming mumble of the upper yards,

Worn travellers return to tired halls.





And sing,

"Hei do Yey-- be come what may,
High winter hünde beheld at bay
And Yeh they feed in rare reprieve
On souls of such we will not say.

Hei do lum-- what will be done,
What valor hark thy martyrdom
Upon thine breaths and storied crests
Upon thy tomb, thy charter won

Hei do ill, ye sum thy will
To heed thy lands upon the hill
Down back from whence thy kingdom lent
The battle-horn, heard she so shrill"

And I confessed,

"HEI DO LAI, TO WHICH I CRY,
MY CITY SLEEPS BELOW THE SKIES
AND DOES NOT SEEK TO SEE MY FEET,
OR EVERMORE AFFIX MY EYES."
She Writes Jan 9
Such relief I felt
When I stopped holding my breath
Waiting until I was told I could speak

So free I felt
When I stopped holding my pen
Waiting until I was told what I could write

So powerful I feel
Knowing I can bring you to your knees
With only my tongue and my pen
clever Jan 8
if you say you hate what's in your head,
why do you always want to speak your mind?
I want to speak
words
that will be heard.
Words
that have power to change the world.
Words
that can touch a person's heart.
Words
that can touch someone inside.
Words
that can make a difference.
Words
that can give you freedom like wings.
The words I speak
might not mean a whole lot to you.
But to me,
they speak the truth.
You do not
have to listen to them,
but I will speak them anyway.
Why do you want me to change?
Do you not like who I am?
Do you not like
the way I speak,
the way I look,
the way I try to get strong from the weak?
Well I have news for you,
my friend,
I won't change,
because I like myself
just the way I am.
So deal with it...
Tatiana Jan 8
Swallows get caught in your throat
trying to escape the cat.
Feathers are ticklish,
the cat's grip is vicious,
is this how we've come to say that
the cat got your tongue,
the cat got your tongue,
because you thought
you could swallow winged lies.
The hunter inside
always finds its pride
in the throat where the swallow choked.
© Tatiana
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