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#disguised
Barbed wire disguised as a sanctuary. Decay in the comfort of a garden full of foxglove. How long have I been sitting here? Nightshade sure looks pretty When it’s far away.
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Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
foxglove
pretty tears guard my eyes little jets of rainbows shoot when they fall everything glistens, my face glows crying is elegant they say. fire burns my eyeballs the hot lava turning my cheeks red the world becomes icy, repelled by the heat no, crying is raw.
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
pretty tears
Tricks could be dangerous if it was done by the wrong people Disguised in pretty lips and polished words they were trained to manipulate Be careful not to get caught in their petty tricks that are disguised in fancy lies So it is best to think before you absorb and to have a mind of your own
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Fancy Lies
I'm sorry that I stole her from you. Even if your love wasn't true. I didn't wait my turn, Instead, I took it from you. There's a hint of sadness in your eyes. It was always there, but more disguised. She needed more than shared taste in music. I gave her my heart and she doesn't abuse it. It's nice, for me, finally. And it will be for you, too, eventually. She's in a place that's years ahead, Than finding comfort in boys, in bed. At least I hope, that my words are true. Just know I'm sorry. I stole her from you.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
I stole her from you.
Forceful thoughts fall from the seams Like the nightmarish steeds Of a hellscape dream So carved into rock are the thoughts at hand That I can not escape Who truly I am A monster inside With a colorful broach And just enough care To help you approach When the fear you should have I help wipe away To disguise the danger That will always stay Run as you should But you never can Because I glove my ugly with a caring hand So take my hand and come with me To a world of fantasy and make believe So carefully painted with a velvety sheen So as to not let it show this is all a dream But the paint does chip And so you will wake To an external hell With no escape
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Disguised Demon
Deep within Earthen bowels immensely distant from sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked, via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shield ding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet, a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, Culture Club The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety good and plenti. Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent 10,000 maniacs screaming sinister semblance to banshees slithering across escarpment. Echoing one end of universe to the other putting to shame initial big bang ranking as a mere whimper that original primordial blast which cosmological exploits generated heavenly sphere instantaneously comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex essentially reduced to insignificance albeit on the analogous tinker toy premised conjectures of brilliant minds could gander feeble educated guesses asper extraordinary natural phenomena mortal mankind could never approximate as belligerent threats punctuated, via nuclear warfare merely rates as a flickr amidst uber kindle snap chat ting tinder blinks, extinguishes, snuffs out one lowly Beatle browed bipedal simian.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
An Image Of Netherworld Envisioned By Mister Misanthrope
Deep within Earthen bowels immensely distant from sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked, via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among their number included a misanthrope who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shield ding cold eyes of steel straggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet, a severely hunchbacked ****** Within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, Culture Club The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House Emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing a small medium at large chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions exalting piety good and plenti. Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent 10,000 maniacs screaming sinister semblance to banshees slithering across escarpment. Echoing one end of universe to the other putting to shame initial big bang ranking as a mere whimper that original primordial blast which cosmological exploits generated heavenly sphere instantaneously comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex essentially reduced to insignificance albeit on the analogous tinker toy premised conjectures of brilliant minds could gander feeble educated guesses asper extraordinary natural phenomena mortal mankind could never approximate as belligerent threats punctuated, via nuclear warfare merely rates as a flickr amidst uber kindle snap chat ting tinder blinks, extinguishes, snuffs out one lowly Beatle browed bipedal simian.
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Drowning in this bright white light I’m alone on this stage like every night Seeing all my fans screaming my name when I walk into the light All I see every night is a sea of flashing lights All they see is me hitting these low and high notes with ease I make it look so easy while I dance to this beat But when its late at night all I want to do escape Escape this never-ending dream where I can’t find peace Peace that would make me feel complete Because my fans don’t really know me All they see is me achieving a dream which is turning bittersweet Bittersweet because they will never see the real me So here I stand on this street corner all alone Thinking about running away from this fame That I once thought would make me feel complete
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
Limelight
One of these days Exams begin. Didn't take long to get right in. No time was wasted. In a better way, Could not have won my heart. Can't bare to open a book when apart. Only thing on mind Is the art of making Creating, of feeling so deep And genius, warm and hazy But, one of these days Exams begin.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Exam's begin.
For everyday I have a mask. A mask for each and every task. One for joy, one for loss. But for each one I use there is a cost. When to my face a mask I bind. I leave a part of my soul behind. In ******* to this disguise I wear. I know not how well I will fare. I hide myself from them all. My masks they keep me as a thrall. No one here knows my name. They all think that we are all the same. They don't know any different because I hide. My true nature inside. A mask of happiness covers my sorrow. A smiling mask picked out for tomorrow. No truth, only lies. The beautiful deception that my masks provide.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Just a Man in a Mask
Sometimes the encounters in life come by surprise, but lately all of these good byes fade away disguised.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Variables
People will come look, but not see the broken house this had once come to be This practically now perfect space isn't true to this place This house, it is disguised to impress hiding the past, it is all lies covering the mess.
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 8:36 PM UTC
Once Broken Home
I told my soul I'd never grow To fall into such a trap. That promise I did keep, I sleep A restless, teary nap. Now it builds inside me wildly And creeps out from my cap Tell me how this happened How it happened to me... I told my heart never to start To show my skin again To lock myself inside and hide Behind an ever jolly grin. Do not go, I know, I know And do not let them in. Tell me how this happened How it happened to me... I warned my mind to bind My heart inside my chest The criticizing eyes, their lies I see better than the rest. All too blind and so unkind, I will not pass their test Tell me how this happened How this happened to me... I must hide, for I have tried To reveal my soul Oh how battered, I was shattered Dig a corpse sized hole. I'm still the same, but out of shame I burnt outside to coal. Tell me how this happened How this happened to me.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Song of the Hidden
Tonight I found out I wasn't for me But for someone else He isn't perfect But he's mines I'm not perfect either But I'm his I waited almost half my life to find him But I didn't know it would be him Mines and only mines A man I've come to know A man I've come to love Then what could all this mean? Is it a turning point for both of us? Or is it the time to realize that we are meant to be together? Or to be there for each other? Or you tell me?
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Till Now
~ Disguised in your own skin    Overwhelming thrive to be seen ~ What to prove, what to win?    Acceptance from unimportant faces ~ The faces criticize, they believe what they want o    Unreasonable explanations, blinded by tragedy ~ Unaware of the value of someone like you    Strong, brave, a high head with high hopes ~ Let them underestimate, let them laugh    They'll soon come to realize, they're the ones who must cope ~ You've come so far, and with so little fear    The ones who care are sure to linger near ~ Continue to express your radiance and love    Until the end of your journey, you'll continue to shine ~ Set your mind free, don't listen to those faded faces    Undermining stress comes with too much of a shove ~ No matter where I go, I'll remember your spirit forever    I'll carry on what you've taught me, to different worlds and places ~ Different ways you've impacted my life    These things I'm sure not to forget, ever ~ Each day our friendship grows stronger    With fights, laughs, even some irrelevant drama ~ Our memories, our thrills, everything in between    If you believe in our friendship, it'll last even longer       ~Meagan Williams       1.15.13
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Friendship Was Fate~
All the things you've said that have struck me down the most were said as nonchalant utterances, or disguised as whimsy and play. But those are the ones that dig in the most, drill into my core until I'm so ****** off and hurt I want to spit your venom right back at you. Your words work their way slowly through my system, steadily poisoning my thoughts. And it's the worst when I'm alone, with only my now-tainted mind for company. Problem is, sometimes I feel that same loneliness with you right beside me. So, despite your ardent claims to the contrary, I'm quite unsure of your ability to handle my capriciousness for the long-term.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
The Power of Words