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SelinaSharday Apr 2018
Dance wit meh naked..
Could I share my inner fragility,
show just how fragile I can be
If you were rich and I poor. would you embrace me at your door.
Would you abandon my empty.
Hold back your sympathy
Be blind to the goods I bring.
Would you, could you, dance wit meh naked.
                                                          ­                          wrapped in,
                                                             ­                            empathy.
                                                        ­                      the state I'm in is a basket of the complicated.
                                                    ­                       my hands appear naked.
Can I hear your music..Will you lend me a cup of stability.
twirl me around in your confidences.. allow me a cup of comfortability.
Parts of me come wrapped in simplicity. Adorned with gifts of invisible charms.
Chased your way by outside storms.
                                                         ­ Oh would You my Dear One..
Be able to take it.
The fact that I appear naked.
                                       Could you still..In fact will you still...
                                                        ­                                                      Dance with me N.A.K.E.D!
N ecessity
A cceptable
k eepable
E ndurable
D iamond .................................................................­.............in the rough.
And know theirs flaws in the both of...u.s
S.A.M 3-18
being open transparent, vulnerable and exposed yielding flaws and all.. void of the material the financial the quality is deep within your soul.
gracie Mar 2018
i walk across the asphalt,
a path i walk for centuries.

i catch someone's eye,
but they turn away.

when did i become an apparition?
a poltergeist, sitting on the wind.

"take me where i can go," i tell it.
"no one will know a thing."

i stop when i realize
the rustle of leaves,
are only speaking to the clouds.
nim Feb 2018
The abyss and emptyness.
A feeling,
craving other feelings.

Black.

Light.

Transparent.
To apathy
mel Jan 2018
i radiate light
most of my hours
but that's not to say
i am always okay

day after day
everything changes
you, me, the trees
my mood + their leaves

the sky never hurries
the mountains don't try
the bees and the moss
without judgement
s u r v i v e

unapologetically
spinning, the earth
moves along

qualities i hope
we all can
take on
sarah Jan 2018
i wonder sometimes
am i truly
                                         i n v i s i b l e
do they see right
through me like i am
                                        g l a s s
waiting to be
                                        s h a t t e r e d
K Balachandran Nov 2017
Up on a bright bloom,
a transparent dragon fly.
Live cosmic pulses, this!
mel Oct 2017
my "too much"
has never been quite "enough"
for anyone but me... and this,
i say, gives more light to my rays
and more power to All I May Be.
i intensely portray,
and will never downplay
the expression of Love that
explodes from my seams
i am me
Asonna Sep 2017
Drowning.
Drowning in silence.
I'm lost.
So terribly Lost.
In a crowd of people
I feel like nothing more than just a ghost.

You're oblivious.
Oblivious to me.

Help.
Help me.
Help me to help you.
What do I have to do?

Strip.
Strip the sheet.
Bare my soul to you?
Not good enough.
Probably.

Body.
Fine.
That's not mine.

Stay.
Stay anyway.
I know I'm not a 10.
But my arms are open.

Attention.
Attention.
Please look at me.
Help me.
Let me help you.

Sigh.
Fine.
Nevermind.
I tried anyway.
Elise Jackson Aug 2017
if i said that i wouldn't die for you, i'd be lying.
such a naive thing to say, i know.
but it's my honesty.
it's the rawest thing i can give you.
i'd **** for you, i'd do anything for you.

an open letter can become a treasure chest if you open it the right way.
a technicolor dream of gray, a projector screen of pink.
a hallucinogenic vision i dreamed about a year before i saw you.

this was meant to happen.
all of the things in my life have happened for so, all of this is supposed to happen.
i was always supposed to feel this way.
i do.
i have.
and i always will.

i don't believe most of the things she's said about you.
most, because somehow she'd like the truth to be told.
because you're wonderful, but she'd rather make the bad things noticeable by lying.
maybe she's angry that you don't love her.

it's the miles deep pain i feel in my abdomen that shows me the truth.
it's the heart attack i experience when your eyes light up that shows me your real heart.

it's the knot in my throat when you talk, that shows me you're alive.


and so am i.
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