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A silk silver lustre drapes gently down, Gracing the moment’s frame. But ladder stitched, Hides the dowdy lens like a Pantone brown. Misplaced among the masses’ chic, bewitched, The lens nests, seduced by stiff zipper grilles. Eagerly dormant, long and forgotten, Poses a masked hunter, preserving stills. A Snow White music box on soft cotton, Displayed, she waits in a regretting fog. Wind calms, caught in the fleeting, silk-warm rays. Limbs waver, torn amidst the pulling bog Of unintentional judgmental gaze, And the vast, vermillion-rich, puffed billow. Lapsed, the eye indents deep down the pillow.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC
The Scared Eye
It's true, I usually don't know what to do What if I'm not around long enough to follow through? Never know if my way or the highway is the right way What did that sign say? Will it be possible to recognize this impending last day Even if just a day before it's referred to as "Ah shiit, is that today?" This is foul, Where do I go and what do I do now? And just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'll comprehend the how Who in their right mind could stand here and say they could handle the architecture and atmosphere of so many types of conflicting fear? Who's the stranger with the black soul looking back at me in the mirror? I wish it was clearer But there's never a gene around ever Take note that not every question has a viable answer While some answers only raise more questions after filtering through questionable ********** banter That's why there's a little manic in the laughter And a wave of panic soon after ©2024
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Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
~•§•~ Conflicting Fears ~•§•~
The pain stings deeper than ever before I'm not sure what I've done in this life or a past life to get dealt this hand The winds howl, as the storm surges on inside of me I just want to burry myself then keep on digging Because maybe the darkness or silence will accept me Maybe I cant fight anymore Forgetting what it was I was even fighting for Because I loved, Oh my God did I love Without boundaries or false pretence With pure acceptance and irrefutable forgiveness The love was pure The pain that drives into me, will send me to madness I want to be missed like I miss you Because by God do I miss you Where is my silver lining
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
My Silver Lining
so close, but out of focus, we made basic motions, random notions, sipped upon a potent potion, but it was not the solution to our issues, still to this day eye miss you, still wanna trust you, but in the end you crushed me, its still punishing, if only eye had 20 20 vision, you were first and last, every time eye think of you its a blast from the past, some of the happiest times of my life, though in the end you chose him over me, when you chose to cheat that should of been the end, but at the time eye was overly dependent on your company, so why did you have to hold up a front on me? why not just dump me? it was obvious you no longer enjoyed my company, were you trying to spare me the heart break? or were you just always being fake? was eye your biggest mistake? or were you just too afraid to be true to yourself? now you are just corrosive, breaking down my defenses, leaving me open to new attacks, but you never covered your tracks....... ©Try
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
false love
Feelings of new, not witnessed before it churns, makes the heart ache. Feelings experienced within a new light, yet fear is all that can be swallowed. Months have passed and fall is gone, and yet the feelings are somewhat whole. Leap of faith, right off the cliff, Potentially catastrophic. Doubt constantly anew in mind Yet it can't think of a reason why? why not to do this?  They're here, no? But for how long.. Communications are sparse with distance, Is this really what they want? It's doubtful.. Nobody really wants this.. Doomed to isolation of a stilled heartbeat, they don't want it.. they don't want it. do they? I don't know.. Fearful. Hope is wanted, faith be achieved. Happily ever after, that's the goal Please forgive the hallowed belief, it's all that's ever been known. Give your hand, interlace it with mine and please just never let go.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Please, Don't hurt me.
I've walked miles in these shoes Not many destinations were places I'd choose Hard to say exactly who I was back then When footsteps disappear in the sand A mirage of an oasis in the distance More like a long ago wish I can never shake this feeling That I'll ever truly obtain an outlet So I just type out confusing puzzles In order to get out feelings in words Just to explain who I am in a world like this
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Confliction
i find it hard to let you know what is really going through my mind because words tend to stay locked behind a wall of confusion and the looks you give me only reflect the sadly truthful words you had said not too long ago, blinding anything i’ve ever wanted to give to you and leaving behind only a shadow hiding away the limp thoughts i regret not saying sooner but there is still this hollow feeling i get that begs for recognition in the midst of moving on that makes falling seem just so right again because when you ask me if i love you, i only wish i had the courage to say “you make it hard for me not to.”
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
tempted to fall
i stand in a graveyard. i see, though i am blinded by the past. i see millions of tombstones surrounding me, each one has words i dare not read. i am scared, and i am alone. though i am not alone, there are ghosts who hold faces that are familiar around me. they tell me that the light shall come soon. they promise me this. i do not believe them, i have been fooled too many times. and as i walk throughout this graveyard i come to a realization; no matter how many ghosts stand by my side, i am the only one who is of real flesh and bone. who stands above the ground and not beneath it. i cannot come to terms if this is good or not.
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
to be alive, but to feel dead
*You wouldn't just leave, that was never gonna be enough for you. You wanted to drag my soul through the pits of misery, have it's beauty carved on glass... ...because you knew just how easily it could break. You wanted to take every part of me there was to take, just so you could rip me to shreds... ...leaving me in pieces that could never mend. Little did you know that I was already detached from my being... ...the moment you thought you were becoming one with it. That I was so estranged from the person you knew... ...because I was already becoming someone you would never get to know. You took all there was to take, not because you had that power over me, but rather because I gave up what was no longer necessary for my existence.*
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
dispassion
long days = long nights long nights are the only thing i’ve been trained for. i’ve been chained to you. long nights become longer because i am missing you. you are my hope to be who i want to be, but you are the only thing that's holding me back from being me.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
late night thoughts/who am i?
Raised from parents meant for me to be a good boy, then found out how to take this life and play it like a toy. Seeing both the heads and the tails, been so sure and been the second guessing. Found how to curse another who also taught me the way to count my blessings. There's only truly the good, bad, and fake. Looking from the starting point of being clean and being baked. Been fake for too long now I got to choose, I've been in all the sizes and the brands of shoes. Life's a ***** but should I own it? Should I swallow my pride or overflow it. Felt like heaven, gone through hell, Have known the people that now probably sell. Woke up today righteous, fell asleep worse. Started counting up my blessings then only stopped to find a curse. Should of chosen for good right now, why's it so hard? By this time I've went all night, eyes feeling scarred. Tired but I won't stop, my heart won't let me. My mind saying, "get to sleep" cause that's all I need
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Realizing my life at night
Is a word...it has a meaning but each to its own, I. Am stronger than you think Stronger than I look... My mental strength is minimal and im breaking down losing the plot Physically Im weak and have nothing to me, a pushover Im expected to be strong If im not strong for us and those around me who will be? Im expected to be strong when im not Yet I push that fact aside and put a smile on my face so it pleases you *Are you happy now? Look im stronger...for you...for us hehe...* I may be more broken than I appear But then again I may appear more broken than I am... ...whose to even know anymore To truly smile....I have forgotten how When Im going insane with everything in my head now Ive gone mad inside and I need some clarity The only person who can help me is me... ...isnt it a pity Im too lost in my head to figure out how We'll work on it Until then I will be strong for you and for us I am not strong... ...I am you'll find actually quite quite weak...
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
Strength
Oh how our imperfections make us perfect for each other. She held me and said “It’s about you, and you are I” Grip tightened, bones creaking. … “You’re insane” And you’re a genius. A kiss planted, I caved into her chest and let the waves cradle me, bring me in. A kiss planted, On the grounds of untouched land. Sinking… Euphoria? Sinking nonetheless.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Euphoria Or Something Like It
*I would tell you all the things we do while in my dreams but it would only change the basis of our chemistry. Will we remain just friends while still sending lustful grins? Please send me a sign, an epiphany. I know it all too well friends that turned lovers only to fail, so how can I know for certain? I guess for now we'll play this game of dancing near enticing flames, while we remain behind this curtain.* -Bobbie Leigh
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Confliction
I just wish I could get my head and my heart to play on the same team, but they are constantly at odds. My heart still yearns for a man that never loved me to begin with, convinces me that it's worth responding when he texts me some empty ******** that momentarily assuages his guilt for his selfishness. On a Saturday night when all my friends are off with someone who loves them, my heart pumps heavy against my hollowed chest, trying to manipulate my fingers like weak little puppets, persuading them to send a text I will regret in the morning. My heart replays the words he spoke, the times he made me feel like I mattered, the way our bodies made art, how he understood me like no one else ever has. What if I made a mistake, my heart demands of me, a mistake in cutting him out, in choosing to ignore his texts, in attempting to move forward? What if no one else will ever open their ears to all of my secrets, their eyes to all of my skeletons, their hearts to all of my mistakes? What if I missed my chance for love? Remember, my heart whispers, how he stayed up all night unfolding himself and how you shared your poetry and how he sent you a text a day with a new matter to ponder and how he knew what you thought before you said a word and how he understood every face you made and what it meant and how the lyrics you heard always mattered to him and how he cared about what you were learning and how the minuscule moments of your life meant the world to him... or so he claimed. And then my brain swoops in to remind me how he was all words, no action. Days and weeks went by without a peep even though the week before he had insisted on showing up at your apartment five days in a row. All he cared to do with you, my brain recalls, is share a smoke on the roof and discuss life, but never did he once care to share in the outside world with someone who he so claimed to love. My brain reminds me of the secrets he kept, of the woman he lived with behind my back, of the gross refusal to make a commitment even when he claimed he would think of me in his last moments and that he had never felt for another like he did for me. My brain knows of his emptiness, of his excuse-making, of how he blamed everything on his pathetic circumstances when he really was just a selfish ******* who deserves not a moment more of my time, ever. When I get those texts that claim he's thinking of me after church or send me song lyrics in some pathetic attempt to reawaken our "connection," my brain reminds me to ignore, to remember that words are empty, to wait until he becomes man enough to give me what I deserve. My heart makes me weak. My brain keeps me strong. My heart wants you. My brain doesn't need you. And even though I want to listen to my heart, my brain knows better.
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Head and Heart
I just wish I could get my head and my heart to play on the same team, but they are constantly at odds. My heart still yearns for a man that never loved me to begin with, convinces me that it's worth responding when he texts me some empty ******** that momentarily assuages his guilt for his selfishness. On a Saturday night when all my friends are off with someone who loves them, my heart pumps heavy against my hollowed chest, trying to manipulate my fingers like weak little puppets, persuading them to send a text I will regret in the morning. My heart replays the words he spoke, the times he made me feel like I mattered, the way our bodies made art, how he understood me like no one else ever has. What if I made a mistake, my heart demands of me, a mistake in cutting him out, in choosing to ignore his texts, in attempting to move forward? What if no one else will ever open their ears to all of my secrets, their eyes to all of my skeletons, their hearts to all of my mistakes? What if I missed my chance for love? Remember, my heart whispers, how he stayed up all night unfolding himself and how you shared your poetry and how he sent you a text a day with a new matter to ponder and how he knew what you thought before you said a word and how he understood every face you made and what it meant and how the lyrics you heard always mattered to him and how he cared about what you were learning and how the minuscule moments of your life meant the world to him... or so he claimed. And then my brain swoops in to remind me how he was all words, no action. Days and weeks went by without a peep even though the week before he had insisted on showing up at your apartment five days in a row. All he cared to do with you, my brain recalls, is share a smoke on the roof and discuss life, but never did he once care to share in the outside world with someone who he so claimed to love. My brain reminds me of the secrets he kept, of the woman he lived with behind my back, of the gross refusal to make a commitment even when he claimed he would think of me in his last moments and that he had never felt for another like he did for me. My brain knows of his emptiness, of his excuse-making, of how he blamed everything on his pathetic circumstances when he really was just a selfish ******* who deserves not a moment more of my time, ever. When I get those texts that claim he's thinking of me after church or send me song lyrics in some pathetic attempt to reawaken our "connection," my brain reminds me to ignore, to remember that words are empty, to wait until he becomes man enough to give me what I deserve. My heart makes me weak. My brain keeps me strong. My heart wants you. My brain doesn't need you. And even though I want to listen to my heart, my brain knows better.
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I love to hate love, but I hate to love.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Confliction
I want someone to Roll over and **** I want You, here, holding me.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
We Need to Stop
16w I love you too much to go But I love myself too much to stay.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Conflicted.
tell me about the callouses on your hands & how i can heal them on my heart. i want the remnants of them to be found if anyone dared to dust there. maybe i should stop thinking about you so much; you come with an auditory label that screams "danger here" & you sound your alarm every time i feel close, but i have selective hearing so you're only ever alarming yourself- i know you're good. we don't fight for the things we don't love, & you were birthed from love & war so i know the battles you pick are worth it, even the ones you pick against yourself. this poem began as a declaration that I love you but you already know that, so let this serve as a reminder instead. you are fire & i love to be burned, you are stars & i love to wonder, you are love & war & you & perfect & perfect & perfect & perfect & perfect & you, so let this serve as a reminder.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Reminders