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Daniel Ruiz Aug 2018
i see words dangling from the window of your room,
whining and crying can be heard too,

the moon shines her way in,
showing me your glistening hair,
and a simple silhouette,
of the tears you let escape,

because tonight,
tonight it's one of those cloudy nights,
where the water level rise,
and you can feel the cold breath,
of the non-breathing,
leading upon your neck,

and as you cry in safety,
my whole soul is burning,
from the outside,
reading the words your window displays,
i see that,

i should get away.

from you.
i don't even know
Shrishty May 2017
Running from the gates of emptiness
Shrugging its every last hold off of me
I found myself naked, shameless and fuller
Content with self-control and ecstasy
I walked past every glare
And then there it was
Staring right into my eyes
My biggest enemy, asking if it was right
To feel overwhelmed & free
And I look back, with a strong smile,
"Yes", redemption was only a mirror away.
BlackHeart Sep 2018
“Could you ever be ashamed of me?
Sometimes I ask how could you ever want me.”
Lyrics so loud and clear hitting me
Triggering these inner demons that take control of me
I ask myself could you really?
I’d like to think that you could want me
But my demons tell me differently
You’re out of my league
I hope one day I’ll get over these insecurities
Because I’d like to think there could be a you and me
Xaela San Aug 2018
Let me tell you a secret nobody knows

I'm insecure, I hate myself, I don't see myself pretty, I'm a mess
Mess up in the head
Standing in front of you, my mind keeps on running and running and running away
From logic and reason I wish I have now

I'm under this great pressure I made myself
I can't lift it up, it just keep on, in on, in on crashing every faith in myself
and chain every part of me
Blinding my eyes
Sealing my mouth
Killing me slowly inside
And I can't breath seeing my reflection in the mirror
I'm sick of it

I keep on saying, I keep on screaming
I keep on crying, I keep on wishing
I keep on praying to be like them
but even the shooting star can't change that

How do you run from what's in your head?

I can't free myself from my insecurities
I'm embarrassed, I've become a mess, I've become a hater
It keeps on destroying myself inside
and I can't take it out of my mind

Every second, every minute, every moment of my life
Is slowly becoming something my jealousy made
I started to hate myself
I started to hate the people I'm jealous of

Because I want to be like them  
Pretty, Confident, Intelligent, Proud and Shinning
Everything I ever wanted, but I can never be like them, I can never be them
I'm like an unfit puzzle piece of the society I want to fit in

My jealousy, my insecurities made me into someone I despise
Hatred for myself runs in my veins
Everything I stand for just disappeared into the oblivion
like bubbles disappearing  into the thin air

And I'm becoming trap in my own twisted world without realizing it
As it drowns me, pulling me with its current to the darkness of my tainted mind
Its just a matter of time I might breakdown

Everyday I keep on telling myself be strong, be strong, be strong
stop being insecure, but I don't have the strength to do it
I don't have the courage to tell it to my friends, to my family
I'm dying inside- I want them to see through me
and when I lie - I'm fine they'll believe it without a doubt

I want to share it to the world, but I can't help myself to lie, to push everyone away - I've become a fool
I know it sounds crazy, I myself don't know why
I just want people to realize I need help without me telling them

I want them to save me from my own tainted mind full of insecurities

I want you to save me from my own tainted mind full of insecurities

Can you do it?
Because I can't.
This is my spoken poetry piece... And im not sure if this is correct... This is my first time writing it...
Cap Mar 2018
I hold my shame in the folds of my stomach
as I poke and pinch
and pinch and poke
seeing what I need to fix

I hold my shame in the lines of my stretch marks
as I push and rub
pretending or hoping its just imprints from my jeans

I hold my shame in my scars
as I count and count
they seem innumerous

but it shouldn’t be this way

I should hold my pride in the folds of my stomach
as it tells you that i’m okay

I should hold my pride in the lines of my stretch marks
it tells the story of how my body fought to
keep my emotional mess in

I should hold my pride in my scars
as they are trophies of the times my body has won the battle
against pain, clumsiness, and everything in between

because all I really mean is that my pride is in how I look
not in what you tell me I should change
Shelby Marler Apr 22
Make me an ocean,
So I may still all my dreams,
And my motions' devotion,
For sweet melodies.
Things You cannot speak
Things you cannot take
Things you feel
And wounds unheal.
Let go of the past
Somethings just don't last
Shout it out
Cause you are free
Things you doubt
And now you'll see ,
See through my eyes
And  you'll know
what is life
To be love and
To love, I'll show you
My life ,
When I am with you
I don't know
Thing's were just so slow
For the things I wanna show.
A sweeter life , under the savior ,
A faithful life, with God in power,
I'll scream throughout the world
I'll shout it word by word
You are my half
And
I am thankful
Just you and me
Life is enough.
Feel free to comment and also   please follow my h.p. qcc thank you poets
Nellie 55 Mar 23
Never meant to rely on my insecurities.
But they always happen to be there for me.
Whether I love it or not.
Been chasing my thoughts.
Where do I go from here?
Is there a way to climb out of this fear?
I'm feeling my insecurities
And I'm beginning to get closer to my enemies
Poking fun at my
Insecurities will pop
My helium heart

Like a balloon; I
Can only take so much, I
Have bursted open

The pressure killed
  Me-
Ash Aug 2018
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He was the ocean; handsome, but yet, Impulsively damaged. He had a sandy heart to correspond his sandy eyes, the moon dismantled that omitted pride he carried at a dead weight; shoveling and reshaping it, so people would see a sandcastle statue assembled in strength. But his washed-up soul and unannounced insecurities were aware of its genuine purpose,
this beach alongside his pupils;
quicksand, he'll sink so slowly in.  Waves in his hair like ripples on his cheeks, skipping stones land at his defeat, he left notes in bottles for you, sank multiple ships for you, because he hasn't the heart to say he's desiccating with the arrival of the stars.. Retracting scars are not too far from gasps for air,  foaming words of crisis by writing in the sand, signaling a light as the last one in him died. You wouldn't understand, the calm before the storm, as valve after valve puncture him. So intoxicating as it drains him, and from within, he's drying out. Sunburns stain him, a smile restrains him,
in an inescapable drought--
All feedback is welcome
So this was posted here a couple weeks ago and, when I went to revise it, it was drafted and came out as new, I guess? :)
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