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"metel" poems
Tell me, my friend. Have you ever looked at a caged bird? They're quite like us, Even though it sounds rather absurd. The small bird is restricted, Behind cold metel bars, The same way that our ribs and skin, Cage away our heart. Maybe if you ponder the this theory For a little bit longer, The points of similarity Begin to grow stronger. Maybe you never take a chance, Because you're terrified to fall, If that is the case, My Dear, Then fear would cage us all. Maybe you're lover didn't love you back, Or they could have cheated and lied. You can act as tough as you want, But you're heart is dying inside. It's easier to hide in fear, And pretend like things don't matter. Because then you don't have to risk Your heart getting shattered. And even the most beautiful, Or the ones with brilliant minds, Don't always see what they are, Because of the caged little bird inside.
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Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 12:43 AM UTC
Birdcage
In that moment When he looked at her She seemed small Like a child Sweet and innocent Well loved But then She turns her head Away from him And the shining metel Embedded in her face Catches the light The dark under her eyes Pulls him in Like a black hole The sweet child in her Is replaced By her cold hard shield.
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
The black hole girl
Will it ever change? Will I walk away; and not feel lost Will I ever experience this rush I watch filling lovers limbs. Raising them higher than our stratosphere Will I ever float? Through a stilted gaze I look, kept from emotion and long to feel. The waves crashing at their toes Sandy, passionate love rolls like foam that kisses the shore with bubbly lips. Will I ever be kissed like that? my metel chest warms at her sight More with hope of what could be Instead of what would be. Although my mourning persists beating against my ribs Insistant My chest aches at this sight, I wish no more harm Although I do not raise one finger. I exist to observe My stilted tin kelidescope twisting and peeling away emotion and I am allowed to see but not experience. Never experience.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
The Tin Man