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#secluded
“I’m writing this somewhere secret, and green, and  beautiful.. Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion That I should be drinking in with relief. But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude. We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
Out by the secret pond
do they wonder about who I am about who I was about who I could be? or am I just a face? trapped in the cage that is society with no known key to fit the lock.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
bird cage.
My lips on wine, my mind on you, sip       sip             sip My mind on wine, my lips on you. sip       sip             sip Intoxication pure and sweet, I drink it deep. With my lips on you                          my mind with you                                              my whine in yours, a sweet elixir we drink deeply. Intoxication.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
intoxicate
confirmation, is what i need, just a hint, someones listening.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
anyone out there [10w]
Breathtakingly stark icy pools in somber eyes distant, secluded
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Sombre eyes ~ haiku
They let me out today, The demons in my head. Left the gate unlocked, "Leave the cage," they said. I took one step outside, The sunlight burned my skin. My body wanted to leave, But my mind stayed in. I've left the cage before, Several years ago. I escaped that time, They didn't let me go. As I left the cage, Thoughts flooded in. Thoughts of things I've done, Thoughts of where I've been. I got too overwhelmed, By my presently haunting past. I could've been their first escape, But I always finish last.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Demons
Some are like caged hens banging there heads on the         metal metaphors of desperations. Non confirmative to the needs of seclusion, as they were once free range.            The eggs of doubt and walking in secluded circles,                  can drive one to desperation! or even to the moment of silence. We all are meant to be free range,              and now were battery hens, running out of charge..
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
Battery Hens Running Out Of Charge.
Brilliant... I thought I wanted this secludedness, but most birds don't fly without their flocks. Repeatedly, I am taking off. I'm journeying to mountain tops. I say my dears, I'll be back When I find the shell that hides my prize, only to wonder why I am lost caging myself from   passing life.
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Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Lonely Freedom part.2
When I get sad I liked to curl into a ball That way I can pretend That I dont exist at all Within that ball I hide my self In hard to find places Tight and secluded I always find the right spaces Hidden from the prying eyes Of the people all around Gossip spread by word of mouth Makes my head spin round I close my eyes tightly Cover my ears with my hands knees tucked away becoming as small as I can Using the logic of a child Who's too afraid to come out If I can't see them, they cant see me Let's pretend its true, Forget the doubt Underneath a cloud of sin Beautifully dark and secluded Within this sadness i dwell My Problems concluded I'm a little ball of safety Built especially for me Hush now be silent Just leave me be
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Little Ball of Safety
Another me There was another me But not the better me, But so carefree, A better me, That’s who I am today, So secluded that I may be A better me, I brought Happy go lucky joy, To many, You might say I was a golden boy, A better me, That’s who I am today, So secluded that I may be, A better me, I can’t be the madcap I used to be, Simply, I would not wish to be, A better me, That’s who I am today, So secluded that I may be, A better me.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
So Secluded That I May Be
She doesn’t like to leave the house. Her mother disapproves. ‘Why don’t you go socialise?’ She could, but with who? Her fictional prince? Those middle-aged band members? Her favourite characters in that one book? She has embraced her isolation. Mother will just have to do so too.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
fiction is my only friend
A simple cottage On a calm secluded hill: Here contentment dwells. ~ Poetictouch
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May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
A Simple Cottage