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“Unbind Unclasp Uncover Uncurl Unfurl Undo Unfasten Unfold Unhinge Unhook Unleash Unlink Unmask Unroll Unveil Unclip Unlace Unzip Untie Unbutton Unlock” “Undress.” “Understood.” Unravel
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
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#* Listen to your heart Even when it beats feeble And, it seems no one is listening Still There is always something That’s shining You see the sun, within However stylish the face mask Limitations it has Don’t mask up your heart*#
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Your heart
1. When asked to write about how I feel, I was honestly terrified of writing it, So I told myself that what I was afraid to write Was exactly what needed to be written. 2. Sometimes, I forget to smile when I’m “supposed to;” I suppose that’s my apathetic facade trying to cover up My social anxiety like a security blanket. 3. I let those that I care about walk over me like I’m the red carpet, Their high heels digging into my soul, gouging my eyes, And breaking my bones, but I still manage to say, “It’s okay,” Even with my shattered jawbones. 4. This world makes me feel crazy, but there are a few people That make me feel complete, make me feel like the girl I was Long before I understood the grievances That life sends in our directions. 5. I’ve decided to try to forgive when others dig their daggers Deep into my spine, but to never forget what they did to me, As if I ever could. 6. Anxiety is the ocean I often find myself drowning in, And I usually only really find two hands extended In my desperate attempt to find air— One being human, The one to keep my thoughts at bay and my heart secure, And the other being a monster, The very thoughts that drown me. 7. My mind is the very monster that I fear deep down in my core, The serpent that poisons my sacred garden, That haunting voice whispering for me to reach for the stars, And to chase after my dreams, Just to turn around and clip my tattered wings. 8. Even now, I’m shaking in my socks, and my semi-colon tattooed heart Is beating against every rib in my body In a game of pinball that I don’t remembering paying to play. 9. Sometimes, I worry that I’ll never stop this worrying. Everywhere I look, there’s heartbreak and fear, But even if my heart breaks into a million irreparable pieces, I’ll collect the dust of my remnants and turn it into something Even more beautiful than it once was. 10. It takes so much more time to heal than it does to break, But I have faith in the idea that if you cut down a tree and leave it be, Eventually, it will spring forth once more, With sunlight, support, and just a little bit of courage.
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
The First Act: My Unmasking
1. When asked to write about how I feel, I was honestly terrified of writing it, So I told myself that what I was afraid to write Was exactly what needed to be written. 2. Sometimes, I forget to smile when I’m “supposed to;” I suppose that’s my apathetic facade trying to cover up My social anxiety like a security blanket. 3. I let those that I care about walk over me like I’m the red carpet, Their high heels digging into my soul, gouging my eyes, And breaking my bones, but I still manage to say, “It’s okay,” Even with my shattered jawbones. 4. This world makes me feel crazy, but there are a few people That make me feel complete, make me feel like the girl I was Long before I understood the grievances That life sends in our directions. 5. I’ve decided to try to forgive when others dig their daggers Deep into my spine, but to never forget what they did to me, As if I ever could. 6. Anxiety is the ocean I often find myself drowning in, And I usually only really find two hands extended In my desperate attempt to find air— One being human, The one to keep my thoughts at bay and my heart secure, And the other being a monster, The very thoughts that drown me. 7. My mind is the very monster that I fear deep down in my core, The serpent that poisons my sacred garden, That haunting voice whispering for me to reach for the stars, And to chase after my dreams, Just to turn around and clip my tattered wings. 8. Even now, I’m shaking in my socks, and my semi-colon tattooed heart Is beating against every rib in my body In a game of pinball that I don’t remembering paying to play. 9. Sometimes, I worry that I’ll never stop this worrying. Everywhere I look, there’s heartbreak and fear, But even if my heart breaks into a million irreparable pieces, I’ll collect the dust of my remnants and turn it into something Even more beautiful than it once was. 10. It takes so much more time to heal than it does to break, But I have faith in the idea that if you cut down a tree and leave it be, Eventually, it will spring forth once more, With sunlight, support, and just a little bit of courage.
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when someone loves me i am afraid of it i am talking about undisguised love day by day tiny bits of myself... ...take off my mask.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
Disguised Love
Unmask I know you revere my Art sneaking to my gold *** to eat my mana touching Aaron's rod in the covenant Ark opening heavens gate our hearts throb a tune soothing soul U n m a s k ~~~~~~~~ By:Karijinbba revised 07/10/19
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Unmask
Artificial, yet an artisan, Pontifically partisan, She raised her eyes to heaven high And chiseled my heart with steady hands She carved her own intricate façade, And painted her mask to earn applaud, Beneath her father’s right-wing feathers Brought up to pray to his decreed god He crowned her with his finest gems To show her off to all his friends; Helped her gild herself with gold An aristocratic wright in the truest sense “But I specialize in counterfeit,” She said, as I saw under the definite And skillful strokes, the expert notches, A messy sketch yearning to freely acquit “Then be free,” I said, as she let me in Her atelier. So I scraped from her skin The china-doll gloss and regal glitter, And drained her blue blood of cyan tint She smiled—the laughter lines made cracks Through lips of plaster and cheeks of wax I took the gleaming jewels from her eyes, And saw new life glimmer in rolling tear tracks She was a tempest of color, splattered and spilled A muse incarnate that could not be stilled, Chaos unveiled, but beautifully alive With soul redeemed and freedom fulfilled
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
The Dictatorial Sculptor’s Daughter