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Matteo Palermo Sep 2018
If I told you my secret, would you feel the same?
Would we share the same intimacy?
Is it really a secret when It's begging to be told.
Secrets feel like some type of forbidden mystery.
Trapt away never to be told.
Only those who witnessed it know.
But you witnessed it and still do not.
It won't be my secret forever
It'll soon be yours too.
Matteo Palermo Sep 2018
Everyday
It eats away at me more and more.
Like some type of beautiful parasite.
The words I’m aching to say will never come
Rip them out of me
Make me say
What I cannot.
Theshygirl Sep 2018
They tell me to speak,
And relay my thoughts,
My hopes and dreams.
I have a lot to say,
Really, I do.
They tell me to speak,
But I can't.
Not when the words get trapped in my throat,
And I can't get them out,
Not a single ******* word.
I open my mouth and I try,
But the words skid along my throat,
and crash into my teeth,
So close to escaping,
Just not close enough.
They tell me to speak ,
but I can't.
Not when people watch and listen,
Listeners have opinions,
Harsh critiques and ride statements.
I would speak,
but I have a deep-set fear of their judging glares.
I have a lot to say,
But the world doesn't want to hear it.
دema flutter Sep 2018
Your silence is the only part of you that still speaks to me,
and when I can't hear your voice anymore,
the fog reveals the distances you aren't willing to travel,
what's the point of reaching out to someone who doesn't want to be reached?
Hussein Dekmak Sep 2018
I will meet you out in the place,
Where the moon has touched the lips of the sun with a sweet kiss!

I will meet you out in the place,
Where the dawn has greeted the night with a shining smile!

I will meet you out in the place,
Where darkness and light have united to become one entity!

I will meet you out in the place,
Where the ocean’s waves have caressed the clouds.

I will meet you out in the place,
Where joy has embraced sorrows with open arms.

I will meet you out in the place,
Where silence has cried out, and voices are subdued!

I will meet you out in the place,
Where the raindrops have danced with the snowflakes.

I will meet you out in the place,
Where death has celebrated life by donning the garb of eternity.

I will meet you out in a place
Where our two bodies soar high, becoming one soul with a sweet song and a sacred prayer!

Hussein Dekmak
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Colm Sep 2018
Inches away from you
        Never there but ever present
        As your breath is lifted up unto the heavens

Elevated is the air upon your words
        Escalated, the anticipation of your voice
        Among the noise

Where the only scene to see is peace
        Held quietly in reverie
        And respect for your mere presence

Find with ease
        The smile of the self-reveals
        A quietness of hearts appeal

Not to be seen
        But to seek the conversation speak
        And to peak the words of interesting

Mere inches now away from me
        With no voice let to find the time
        Or threnodic melody

Don’t let me down
        My inward voice
        Speak
My articulation often fails me because I secretly want it to fail (so as not to try again). But still, when she walks by, this is what I often hear. Inspired by Goldmunds - Threnody | https://youtu.be/mdEuCRiW2l0
Gemma Davies Sep 2018
Being under pressure is part of life...
We all know about strain and stress.
But becoming overwhelmed...
Can lead to mental health distress.

Promote the importance of wellbeing...
Don't bottle everything up inside.
Stand up and speak out on stress...
Don't keep it all within and hide!

Don't be scared to ask for help...
Talking is a great coping device.
Don't be afraid to talk to others...
By sharing you'll get great advice!

We all need to raise awareness...
Let us end the stigma right now!
You can't always control the wind...
But adjust the sails somehow!
My poem was lovingly made into a 'Me to You Bear' video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgaET92L9SM
Lynnia Aug 2018
You told me you wanted something of mine
Whispered through the wind, intangible
Negotiations from one side
Never to touch; forever to hold
A thousand asked, but thrice replied
Your smiling lies did grow more bold
The second one was left to die
A thousand secrets—priceless, sold

not lived; alive;
your words did thrive,
and fed like rats
on my Untold.

It’s something you can’t clearly see
The way I clutch these to my chest
And something quite so dear to me
Falls like an egg from Mother’s nest
A jewel I never meant to share—
Snatched in the night from cradle warm
It seems you never really cared
Yet never meant to do me harm

satisfied not
you weren’t who i thought
we just drank the joy
of sweet Alarm.
A Aug 2018
I hate it every time the feelings find you
before your words
And then, after two years, one minute or five hours
or whenever they bother showing up,
it's like your heart and your stomach just sitting there
saying "we told you so"
and you hate them for speaking so clearly
whilst you refused to
MicMag Aug 2018
Suffocated by
Our pollution and greed
Our planet cries out
Please, people, take heed!
It's not too late!
There's still hope, indeed!
But please, act quickly
Here's what we need.

Engage (not judge) friends
With informative conversation

Secondly, go vote
For smart regulation

Next, please encourage
Responsible personal choice

And finally, take time
Stop and listen to earth's voice
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