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Påłpëbŕå Dec 2020
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There are parts

of mine

that are

far from fine,

I hide them well

behind

a mask so pretty

concealing an ugly mind,

dark-dingy corners

where

I don't let in the

Sun's glare,

filthy and messy

with litters from past

devilish and doomed

been from the very start,

I'm twisted

inside-out

cold and unlovable

without a doubt.

But I keep

all this

to myself

like a kiss,

that's too *****

to share

like a secret

I bear

&

add

layer

after

layer

burying these

demons and evils

deeper and deeper

calming the

impending upheavals.
I'm Not Generalising
Just Realizing What's Wrong With Me In General?
Reshnia crimson Oct 2020
Swirling in my head
A white noise screaming
But stuck quietly
Softly seeming

One moment
And ten all glued together
Stuck up all in a knot
A noose neck tether

What do I make of it
A tangled chest of something
Rattling and clanging
I fear it to be nothing

This is entirely your fault
A song stuck in my head
Playing on a messy loop
I can't even go to bed

I held you once
And once again
Messy unkempt emotions
I leave myself to pain

And silent sealed lips
You shall never hear of this
I'll stew and roll over
And hope the emotions miss

Ignore the way I look at you
It will leave if given time
It was a kindness for you to hold me
It does not make you mine

I'll pray that time may stop
Just for a second or more
To etch your eyes into my soul
Before you walk out the door

This may be simple loneliness
But your smile lights the room
I'll catch it just one more
And accept bittersweet doom
Bhill Oct 2020
the image of Cheeto Face can’t be unseen
glaring at us through the tube
spewing forth random worthlessness
infringing on all who watched
how do you undo such nonsense

Brian Hill - 2020 # 269
I wasn't going to post this but my mind wouldn't let me not post it. Who saw that **** show?
Bhill Sep 2020
as the world sleeps, the enchanting begins
being unseen and quiet, messages are delivered
information bouncing in and about all sleeping intelligence
apparitions and memories of long-ago actions
as the world awakens, the enchanting flees the mind
some of the enchanted will recall with faint impressions
some will remember nothing...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 265
John McCafferty Aug 2020
Very slowly the sky is turning
Turning darker
Soft breeze uplifts
Wind speeds, gusts shift
Meandering unseen
Elements of light pass
through to ******
Silence reiterates it's case
Hue brightens as shadows leave
But murmurs mumble distantly
We wait, for when the anger erupts
and those above engulf us
Watch in wonder at the power
of the gods
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Life isn't fair,
But fair is unseen.
And what is unseen is unreal,
But what's unreal is your story
That you would one day share.
The idea for this one is inspired by 'Your Time Is Gonna Come' from Led Zeppelin.

Also by the quote 'If you're going through hell, keep going.' from Winston Churchill.
Nidhi Jaiswal Jul 2020
Tears is filled with unseen emotions...
Their is no need of water...
emotions and feelings...
Main components...
It is mixture of...
99.9%feelings or 0.1%water...

Tears is filled with unseen emotions
where 99%emotions or feelings and 1%water.
Fretina Exum Jul 2020
Running like the wind through my mind with the feeling I’m running out of time, as I continue to run I see an light directing my path wondering will it last or continue to feel further away with each step, looking around me there are no trees or animals just the gravel burning the bottom of my feet with each step I take looking to the side of me no one is around not even a sound as I run I think to myself, is this a dream? Why am I running like this every time I try to stop, I feel as if someone one is pushing me along I try to sit but it doesn’t fit .What is this happening to me? Wondering how long it will be before I wake from this on going dream. Hours past I have not waken still running, as I look ahead of me I see a bed, I try to make myself run faster so I can rest , as I get closer, it seems to be at a stand still. I reach for the bed looking down to my surprise its me with no life left inside me  it is not a dream, just a scene of where I was before I laid my head for the final rest.
who really knows when your out of time .
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