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#locks
Free me from the chains that bind The heart-shaped locks rusted with time Still pulsing faintly to a long-dead beat Crying out words yet incomplete Older than the destructive time of man Screaming to the heavens above the land Laughing like a madman mindlessly Invisibly sobbing; "Why don't they see?" Quieter than those who are six feet under Louder than a storm embracing thunder Love crumbles and cracks the walls of the soul The heart-shaped locks chaining me in their hold
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
Heart-Shaped Locks
Some day I hope that the Dark gray walls Are lighter in color Because I know the locks won't open But staring at a purple barrier Is at least better Than a wall painted gray
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Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 6:29 PM UTC
Walls
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, follow your dreams or they will<3 fed up on the revolt of the real locked myself behind the dreamy doors to an an evermore of a seal I seek you on the delves of the stormy spaces it's like a universe I called came back with answers to shock faces your name I heart you speak and led lights illuminate it sparked on my heart when duty calls I fade in -------ravenfeels
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:14 PM UTC
Awake Awoke Awoken
Oh my lover, Do not mind my haircut. If you miss my longer hair, See an older picture. I am surely bigger than my locks, My experience is the greatest.
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
A Request
I wanted to give you the world, Unfortunately it wasn’t in a college student’s budget. So I gave you the next best thing, I made you my world. Gave you the keys, And I threw away any locks. I let you free roam and play around my heart, and I prayed you wouldn’t play GTA 5. I may have a big heart, but it can only take so many drive-bys. Once you hit five stars, All I could do is spray and pray for my feelings. When you finally said goodbye, Everything hurt exponentially. So I tried to find the locks, Before the damage could be done. But they disappeared the first time I looked into your eyes, Eyes that completely changed my perspective. Once I opened up everything to you, Now I can't go back to heart lock down. My world has transformed, For better or for worse only time can decide.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Locks & Keys
placed a heart inside a box, box, sealed with a zillion locks. then she went down on one knee, with eyes closed she couldn’t see. on her shoulder laid a sword, she recalled the ghost of fjord, for her journey to begin, need she open din within. placed a feather on that knee, dropped her bones into a scree, cold air breeze stayed far behind, as her soul with stars aligned. her heart remained inside a box, someone took of all the locks, on a sword he dropped a tear, filled his hunger with a fear. no one else but ghost of fjords, welcomed her amongst the wards. feather fell on blood sprayed scree, begins the journey with the sea.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
the fjords
Every morning I lock myself in the closet. I look myself in the eyes and sigh, before I bind my hands and shove myself in. I lock the door. There are many locks. Bolts too. Big ones, small ones Old ones, new ones I fasten them all before I leave. I cry to myself as I sit in the dark, my arms numb from my restraints. Even as each day grinds past and responsibilities come and go. Sometimes when I get home at night I will kick the door to remind myself I'm still in there. The locks rattle and strain. I yell at myself to shut up. I hate what's beyond that door. I wish she'd stay quiet. I wish he'd set me free.
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
Locks
I guess I just dislike my hair I keep saying how much shorter I want it Even though I love my locks They stole my keys Literally A misunderstanding Standing in the middle of my life Locks on the house Double down the doorway Cut them all I say
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
the locks
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव लीला" published in pratilipi on (June. 2018) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2Z9Z57t ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ His neck has entirely turned blue due to Kalkoot, This is just a Leela of Shiva He has taken everyone's pain and sorrow for the betterment of the world He is the keeper of all the three loka's and also called as Trilokinath He hold the holy Ganga in his locks, but do not drinks a drop from it He sits on the yellow Tiger skin mat and keeps meditating for years to come He satiates hunger by Datura and Madaar and drinks Bhang to quench thirst He has a marvellous third eye through which all the three lokas are visible Sitting in the Mahayoga posture, He keeps on concentrating and meditating Brahma and Vishnu also bows before him with respect and feels blessed Such a beautiful holy Leela of Shiva.  Nothing else but Shiva's holy Leela ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kalkoot(Line 1): A poison generated due to Samudra Manthan ( The Churning of the Ocean by Devtas[Gods] and Asuras[Demons] ) Leela(Line 1): "Divine Play" (Just a pastime) Shiva(Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology Loka(Line 3): Three three different worlds/realms. Swargaloka, the land of gods; Mrityuloka, the middle kingdom of men; and Pataloka, home of the Asuras, the fallen gods, and demons. Trilokinath(Line 3): The Lord of the Three world/realms. Ganga (Line 4): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the locks (Jatas - The thick hair strands) of Lord Shiiva Datura and Madaar (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Datura stramonium and Calotropis gigantean) Bhang (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Cannabis Plant) Mahayoga (Line 8): Also called as Mahamudra – The Great Gesture (a posture for meditating)
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Divine Play of Shiva
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव लीला" published in pratilipi on (June. 2018) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2Z9Z57t ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ His neck has entirely turned blue due to Kalkoot, This is just a Leela of Shiva He has taken everyone's pain and sorrow for the betterment of the world He is the keeper of all the three loka's and also called as Trilokinath He hold the holy Ganga in his locks, but do not drinks a drop from it He sits on the yellow Tiger skin mat and keeps meditating for years to come He satiates hunger by Datura and Madaar and drinks Bhang to quench thirst He has a marvellous third eye through which all the three lokas are visible Sitting in the Mahayoga posture, He keeps on concentrating and meditating Brahma and Vishnu also bows before him with respect and feels blessed Such a beautiful holy Leela of Shiva.  Nothing else but Shiva's holy Leela ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kalkoot(Line 1): A poison generated due to Samudra Manthan ( The Churning of the Ocean by Devtas[Gods] and Asuras[Demons] ) Leela(Line 1): "Divine Play" (Just a pastime) Shiva(Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology Loka(Line 3): Three three different worlds/realms. Swargaloka, the land of gods; Mrityuloka, the middle kingdom of men; and Pataloka, home of the Asuras, the fallen gods, and demons. Trilokinath(Line 3): The Lord of the Three world/realms. Ganga (Line 4): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the locks (Jatas - The thick hair strands) of Lord Shiiva Datura and Madaar (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Datura stramonium and Calotropis gigantean) Bhang (Line 6): Poisonous plants (Cannabis Plant) Mahayoga (Line 8): Also called as Mahamudra – The Great Gesture (a posture for meditating)
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I crawled up and died in your throat last week you only tasted my remains for three days this time the burning in your eyes from unwashed hands doesn’t bother you anymore how come you changed the locks two times over just yesterday and once more today
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
note from me of last week
Come with me we'll take the tour then you'll see not hidden or obscure confirming all for free and then you can be sure Words and lines stacked and sorted well cataloged and defined one side heaven one side hell sometimes I combine and ring a different bell Down to the vault reeling locks and pin no stop and no halt peering deep within poetry I store, exalt bringing them back once again
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Down to the vault
I've shed my skin Rolled up my sleeves Let you in Now my heart just bleeds I've taken off the mask Set it aside But if you ask I'll put it back inside Nobody seems to understand Not you, not me, my family, or my friends It's final I'll never let anybody near again
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Locked out or locked in?
Their is no sort of hell for the trip we took I bloodied my knuckles and stabbed myself You cried your eyes to your knees You've erupted into a flowing river of hate I stand by your door and hopelessly wait For you to realize i STILL love you. My cold being is in transition The icy crater I create in fear of monsters Yet you erupt and I slide back down my hole Escaping your roar and claws Reaching for the only thing I have left I hold myself and calmly say "this is a nightmare". I do not sleep in peace I assume your position hovers above me I assume you can weaken my defenses Unlock my door with a glance I fall asleep in fear that the monsters will release themselves, That angry beast summons itself and destroys us both.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
Horror House
Doubts are our chains, determination, our key. Use the key to unlock the locks, or you will never be free.
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
Lock and Key
From here to Paris. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To Paris from here.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
Locks (And Sharpie In Red, Blue, and Black)
you already have the key to my phone, yet you'd deny me the pattern to your own.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
mobile security
Would you love her? If her hair fell free Locks sway on her shoulder Wind catches them boldly Sunlight will invade them Brown blaze of strands If you could see them play Confining her forlorn face Would run your fingers slowly? If she sets them free If she let them flow A Rapunzel is what you need? A glance of that entangled mane Would be enough to drive you insane?
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
Rapunzel
Picking the lock That you keep around your heart If I were a locksmith That would be a start I don't know the code I haven't a key I will keep on trying For all eternity I must never stop Those chains I must break Not to have you Is something I can't take An emotionless prison That's where I'll be I must get out I must be set free By any means necessary This job I'll get done Nothing can stop me Not even a gun Sooner or later Your love I will win I will be patient For our life to begin You shouldn't worry Don't have a fear Whenever you need me I always be there
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Unlock Your Heart
Greased wheels, I knew you once. I loved to balance like a child. Roaming the paved streets; riding is like flying. I knew you when the store held you back. I chose you from behind handlebars with purple streamers. Your tires silently carried me to classes, each brake stop signaled that we were close to our arrival. I sat on your worn black seat like I was on a throne of sorts. Even though that seat is tattered with one rip on the side, all I saw in you was my own **** pride. Spokes, I knew you once. I played your tune each journey that we went on. No hill was ever tall enough, no road was ever too bumpy. Gears, I knew you once. Click, Lock, Click sometimes you were tight and never let me ride sometimes you were loose and my feet went flying ‘round too fast for me to catch                      what you were doing. I knew you once, when time was young.
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Bike
It rained everyone was drunk on the idea of cuddling and love Especially when it gets cold the merciless wind surprises your skin all alone with no one to hold It rained and every one was drunk on coupling but I I got trashed with the rain all alone walking on the sidewalk gulping every strand of rain falling for the cold creating a relationship by myself with every drop that touched my skin I got intoxicated with the freeing feeling of freedom I wrote on damp paper with shaking cold hands "Thank you" and watched as every droplet traced its path down my piercing locks
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
Drunk
some doors shouldn't be opened, but humans have such a violent need to be loved, so we break the locks and let the demons in
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
doors
Bite the hand You will be behind me, or Even in front if you like I wont call you anything, Or if that is you want me to, I will call you everything. Whatever you say, I will lie here in a pool of rampant madness, decay, You shall be my "soul's" leader, You will tell me when I'm "good," Or if I am insane, I won't complain, I will be your tool, your stool, I will not shun you if that's ever Even been possible, you will be free To ram your religious and political Ideals down into my mind whether I Believe or not, or they will "save You," and take me away in locks.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
That Feeds
It’s “then” that I realize, When my friends leave, That half of me dies, Not at the door, But beyond the locks, And delirious drives Home. Come the other half – The side That revels in the quiet; It slowly bites my tongue, After sleep, When I slip outta bed, Crazed from dreams, And even further by work; Let me reside, the floor. There’s no respite, no hour, I’m annoyed even by My stubble, And the duty to Shave – Name me “lazy?” Or labeled the animal? I open the shades – The forecast calls for rain. I close the shades – It’d ‘ever be night. And after I’ve chased them out, Something still and falls. It’s not water, but rather, Silent apologies that drip And drizzle From the sky and Corners of my mouth. They’re the “wants” left unheard, In the form of unanswered Voicemails, texts, Email intentionally marked “spam,” And pebbles echoed window, Attempts “disguised” behind Melody and Resonant retribution. I’ve always known how to Push, And now, More importantly, When to pull back. If only I could Drag Myself from bed, As this feeling’s “today,” And it may not be there Tomorrow.
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
The LOUDEST "quiet"