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"unmasking" poems
Dear insecure, emotional, overthinking young man you've come a long way from way back then you've lost a lot - but had to realize "who hasn't?" your strong will seemed to be mistaken a lot from your passion you've missed out on a lot of love by second guessing & never unmasking why weren't you truly ever satisfied... nah, that's the question that I'm asking... your abandonment issues pushed away the potential of something ever lasting constantly fighting the man in the mirror hopefully with your new life - you see things clearer no one ever knew, with you...who they were gonna get you've missed out on a lot of good times wanting to talk instead of just letting it go and enjoying the time you had left. Your favorite pills were self pity, self indulgence, ignorance and regret you never stopped to listen - stopped talking - hopefully now you allow others words to be said no woman stood a chance... you purposely acted a certain way to avoid the possibility of true love discretely pushing them away until they saw nothing and had enough. don't get me started on your lack of living missed out on a lot of trips, chances and opportunities I hope now you've filled that void that is missing you swore happiness was wealth... power...a line of respect little did you know it was the little things; the calm, the moments the people and things in life worth it and willing to invest. you gave up on a few dreams... figured why fight? countless times your mind would just run... keep you up all night you were so afraid of success... honestly, I never knew why you never freed that little boy trapped - stuck in his father's grasp he was begging for freedom, you left him struck inside everyday was another day you thought was your time. **I hope you live now I hope you see the beauty life truly is I hope you found love I hope you found this** I needed to write this letter to you - so you can see how far you have come you can see that change is real you can see all that you have become Bland Douglas Simpkins, that's the man you should be proud to be no matter what challenges you were faced with those obstacles were needed, needed to make it to this me thank those who've came into your life - not all were meant to last some forced you left - others showed you right no matter what, some were needed in your past. So... Dear future self, please understand - I'm sorry. For all that I put you through the truth remains - that without me - just know... there would be no you.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
dougie-simps
Letter to my future self
Dear insecure, emotional, overthinking young man you've come a long way from way back then you've lost a lot - but had to realize "who hasn't?" your strong will seemed to be mistaken a lot from your passion you've missed out on a lot of love by second guessing & never unmasking why weren't you truly ever satisfied... nah, that's the question that I'm asking... your abandonment issues pushed away the potential of something ever lasting constantly fighting the man in the mirror hopefully with your new life - you see things clearer no one ever knew, with you...who they were gonna get you've missed out on a lot of good times wanting to talk instead of just letting it go and enjoying the time you had left. Your favorite pills were self pity, self indulgence, ignorance and regret you never stopped to listen - stopped talking - hopefully now you allow others words to be said no woman stood a chance... you purposely acted a certain way to avoid the possibility of true love discretely pushing them away until they saw nothing and had enough. don't get me started on your lack of living missed out on a lot of trips, chances and opportunities I hope now you've filled that void that is missing you swore happiness was wealth... power...a line of respect little did you know it was the little things; the calm, the moments the people and things in life worth it and willing to invest. you gave up on a few dreams... figured why fight? countless times your mind would just run... keep you up all night you were so afraid of success... honestly, I never knew why you never freed that little boy trapped - stuck in his father's grasp he was begging for freedom, you left him struck inside everyday was another day you thought was your time. **I hope you live now I hope you see the beauty life truly is I hope you found love I hope you found this** I needed to write this letter to you - so you can see how far you have come you can see that change is real you can see all that you have become Bland Douglas Simpkins, that's the man you should be proud to be no matter what challenges you were faced with those obstacles were needed, needed to make it to this me thank those who've came into your life - not all were meant to last some forced you left - others showed you right no matter what, some were needed in your past. So... Dear future self, please understand - I'm sorry. For all that I put you through the truth remains - that without me - just know... there would be no you.
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Like a thorn in the side twists, turns, shifts, thugs at my pride, who am I and why? Forget to be, forget to try. Sigh, deny and try, oh try, to find out who am I? Struggle to reach. Struggle to come to grip with reality. You see all these expectations get laid on me, I cant seem to find my feet. Even in finding my feet, defeat. Defeating my mind and steeped and bleeding, I'm blind and beat. I'm beating the blinds, the street, it limits the finds and eats, it eats at my mind. But rise to my feet, I will. Beat my way through, I do. The passing days, they may get all hazy. But I got a vision, I do. Clear as unmuddied water, that vision peaks and from the merky pool hope leaks. Not made that of odour which reeks, rather perfume which speaks to those bold, brave, not weak. Who on top of a mountain sits and seeks and stands on the ocean before they may sink and know their song well before they dare speak. Hope keeps us hooked. Pain gives us drive. For that, I will swallow my pride. My dignity beat, battered and bruised. But my reputation in tact. My strenght unmatched. Unmask myself I will. Through this treacherous journey, I shall grace salvation, to find my inner will. And with journey abound to destination unknown leaving that hope, strenght and will for events which have thrown light into the tunnel. Illuminating the stone which sits on the temple of freedom and soul, spirit, freewill, autonomy, suddenly realisation that still ... Still I am me.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
kelly-otoole
Unmasking Me
Like a thorn in the side twists, turns, shifts, thugs at my pride, who am I and why? Forget to be, forget to try. Sigh, deny and try, oh try, to find out who am I? Struggle to reach. Struggle to come to grip with reality. You see all these expectations get laid on me, I cant seem to find my feet. Even in finding my feet, defeat. Defeating my mind and steeped and bleeding, I'm blind and beat. I'm beating the blinds, the street, it limits the finds and eats, it eats at my mind. But rise to my feet, I will. Beat my way through, I do. The passing days, they may get all hazy. But I got a vision, I do. Clear as unmuddied water, that vision peaks and from the merky pool hope leaks. Not made that of odour which reeks, rather perfume which speaks to those bold, brave, not weak. Who on top of a mountain sits and seeks and stands on the ocean before they may sink and know their song well before they dare speak. Hope keeps us hooked. Pain gives us drive. For that, I will swallow my pride. My dignity beat, battered and bruised. But my reputation in tact. My strenght unmatched. Unmask myself I will. Through this treacherous journey, I shall grace salvation, to find my inner will. And with journey abound to destination unknown leaving that hope, strenght and will for events which have thrown light into the tunnel. Illuminating the stone which sits on the temple of freedom and soul, spirit, freewill, autonomy, suddenly realisation that still ... Still I am me.
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Gotham the city of flight, Where the moral and wicked fight, Laughter rings throughout the dark As the deranged leaves his mark. He speaks for the mad, and fails to recall what it is he had. He see it as a amusement views me as a toys, what he does he some how enjoys. I've beat him time and time again, though he still remains the most mysterious of men. I once went to see him no mask, no cape, Batman had returned him from another escape. I walk to his cell "Bruce Wayne. Hi" he wouldn't turn around, nor look me in the eye. He didn't care who was behind the mask, but there I stood "Dear Ol' Bats" I knew then. I was nothing to him. But every plot so clever. So canny, He's had so many chances, but never glances. Maybe it frightens him, the idea that I am just a man. Unmasking me might bring back thoughts of how he began. Maybe it helps him with his blind recollection. Almost like the clown wouldn't feel succession, The man with a ruby red grin. He would come back to reality, but what then?
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
ireland-gundy
Batman
Gotham the city of flight, Where the moral and wicked fight, Laughter rings throughout the dark As the deranged leaves his mark. He speaks for the mad, and fails to recall what it is he had. He see it as a amusement views me as a toys, what he does he some how enjoys. I've beat him time and time again, though he still remains the most mysterious of men. I once went to see him no mask, no cape, Batman had returned him from another escape. I walk to his cell "Bruce Wayne. Hi" he wouldn't turn around, nor look me in the eye. He didn't care who was behind the mask, but there I stood "Dear Ol' Bats" I knew then. I was nothing to him. But every plot so clever. So canny, He's had so many chances, but never glances. Maybe it frightens him, the idea that I am just a man. Unmasking me might bring back thoughts of how he began. Maybe it helps him with his blind recollection. Almost like the clown wouldn't feel succession, The man with a ruby red grin. He would come back to reality, but what then?
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With her, the sun rises at midnight, and only sets when she leaves in the morning. Clouds curl at the tips, unmasking freckles of stars, yet she still peaks her blonde hair from behind the mountains. She is the sun on weekends, coaxing children’s toes to bounce along cement streets, and elderly women to pass lemonade stand and order "just a cup for the road" She is my favorite chair to sit in with a good book and a blanket, missing a patch of leather that I run my hands across while i read.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
hhaley
The Sun Rises at Many Times in Many Places
With her, the sun rises at midnight, and only sets when she leaves in the morning. Clouds curl at the tips, unmasking freckles of stars, yet she still peaks her blonde hair from behind the mountains. She is the sun on weekends, coaxing children’s toes to bounce along cement streets, and elderly women to pass lemonade stand and order "just a cup for the road" She is my favorite chair to sit in with a good book and a blanket, missing a patch of leather that I run my hands across while i read.
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After feeling like this, to my lowest low and my highest high You made me realize what it’s like to die, not emotionally but physically A new thought I never had in my head, To have my breath shortened, just because I let you into my bed. This is a new extreme for me, which is hard to beat. For you filled my life with guilt, shame and deceit. You pushed me to the ground, deteriorating every little ounce of me Testing me with trivial questions. I should have recognized the warning sign, bright yellow and shiny black titled “hazard”. Like the reflection of a roadwork sign, saying slow down, danger, caution, this is the borderline. My instinct was right, No honour go back I said. You had something over me, like a beautiful grey moth entranced to the light, but deep down inside I knew your world burned too bright. Your personality just stuck to me,as if I was ants attracted to the sweet honey that dripped off the honey comb. Inside, I knew I should go home. Words fly, tensions get high. Why did I not go back to Vendome? His hands strong hands wrapped round my soft neck, pushing me into the bed, I felt my heart pulsating. I closed my eyes wishing that he would push harder and longer, to actually feel something other than this pain and misery that he placed upon me. He looked at me in gratification, that smirk said it all, as he accomplished sometime great like an encore at curtain call. A look of a great man, big and powerful now its time to take a shower, as what he did was nothing the matter. My state in shock. What has happened? Is this really unmasking his disguise? For the mask he wore was unforeseen, like a child at halloween. The tears in my eyes was not avid, until he clenched his hand to play rock paper scissors, but little did I know that his rock would cut through my paper. leaving me with bruises and now a traitor.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
whatdescribesme
****
After feeling like this, to my lowest low and my highest high You made me realize what it’s like to die, not emotionally but physically A new thought I never had in my head, To have my breath shortened, just because I let you into my bed. This is a new extreme for me, which is hard to beat. For you filled my life with guilt, shame and deceit. You pushed me to the ground, deteriorating every little ounce of me Testing me with trivial questions. I should have recognized the warning sign, bright yellow and shiny black titled “hazard”. Like the reflection of a roadwork sign, saying slow down, danger, caution, this is the borderline. My instinct was right, No honour go back I said. You had something over me, like a beautiful grey moth entranced to the light, but deep down inside I knew your world burned too bright. Your personality just stuck to me,as if I was ants attracted to the sweet honey that dripped off the honey comb. Inside, I knew I should go home. Words fly, tensions get high. Why did I not go back to Vendome? His hands strong hands wrapped round my soft neck, pushing me into the bed, I felt my heart pulsating. I closed my eyes wishing that he would push harder and longer, to actually feel something other than this pain and misery that he placed upon me. He looked at me in gratification, that smirk said it all, as he accomplished sometime great like an encore at curtain call. A look of a great man, big and powerful now its time to take a shower, as what he did was nothing the matter. My state in shock. What has happened? Is this really unmasking his disguise? For the mask he wore was unforeseen, like a child at halloween. The tears in my eyes was not avid, until he clenched his hand to play rock paper scissors, but little did I know that his rock would cut through my paper. leaving me with bruises and now a traitor.
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Tired. Tired of the useless attention that seems to be received Tired of being mourned. Tired of being grieved Shouts of NO! and shaking heads The thought I study inside my bed No morning, no noon Trust me. You can have some soon My insides growl begging for more But the fear of being noticed lurked my direction so I ignore and stare at the floor At the break of dawn I awake to prepare Unmasking my rib cage, I look in the mirror and stare Bones defined by a thin layer of skin Tired of being self conscious. Tired of ******* in. Guilt I own collapses in my heart Wanting to disappear. Wishing to fall apart. "You starve yourself you know you do" They shower me in comments over the things I know to be true So here I am admitting my fears After all, isn't that what everyone wanted to hear? On the inside I accepted it, on the outside I ignore Trained in the art of being a coward, I drag my lack of courage on the floor I've always have had the fear of eating in front of the human race Frightened of the judgement and looks I might face The usual hunger pains begin right on time I want to change, I want to conquer that climb Head of fear. Body of depression. My stomach slowly moans. I'm tired of bare bones.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
chloe-cresse
Bare Bones.
Tired. Tired of the useless attention that seems to be received Tired of being mourned. Tired of being grieved Shouts of NO! and shaking heads The thought I study inside my bed No morning, no noon Trust me. You can have some soon My insides growl begging for more But the fear of being noticed lurked my direction so I ignore and stare at the floor At the break of dawn I awake to prepare Unmasking my rib cage, I look in the mirror and stare Bones defined by a thin layer of skin Tired of being self conscious. Tired of ******* in. Guilt I own collapses in my heart Wanting to disappear. Wishing to fall apart. "You starve yourself you know you do" They shower me in comments over the things I know to be true So here I am admitting my fears After all, isn't that what everyone wanted to hear? On the inside I accepted it, on the outside I ignore Trained in the art of being a coward, I drag my lack of courage on the floor I've always have had the fear of eating in front of the human race Frightened of the judgement and looks I might face The usual hunger pains begin right on time I want to change, I want to conquer that climb Head of fear. Body of depression. My stomach slowly moans. I'm tired of bare bones.
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There is an equilibrium of rivers soaring into a distant spectrum far from earth's existence unfamiliar territories extending to the deepest depths bursting beginnings exhilarating endings a true presence unmasking various dreams deep within the core of the universe a wave of thoughts and feelings floating in the crimson sea in the moonlight of hollow chambers the shimmering sun shining down upon its glossy surface sinking in its shadowing frame how it's captivating phrasing is a passageway of escaping mazes a domain of unbreakable chains swelling into eternity curling in rising nouns and pronouns amplifying into massive metaphors a horizon of limitless languages shifting towards greater heights illuminating destiny in the palm of its hand each magnificent sight a seamless design of crowned creations every synchronized sound a desiring anticipation waiting to be unveiled to the masses
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
travis-green
Equilibrium of Rivers
There is an equilibrium of rivers soaring into a distant spectrum far from earth's existence unfamiliar territories extending to the deepest depths bursting beginnings exhilarating endings a true presence unmasking various dreams deep within the core of the universe a wave of thoughts and feelings floating in the crimson sea in the moonlight of hollow chambers the shimmering sun shining down upon its glossy surface sinking in its shadowing frame how it's captivating phrasing is a passageway of escaping mazes a domain of unbreakable chains swelling into eternity curling in rising nouns and pronouns amplifying into massive metaphors a horizon of limitless languages shifting towards greater heights illuminating destiny in the palm of its hand each magnificent sight a seamless design of crowned creations every synchronized sound a desiring anticipation waiting to be unveiled to the masses
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Behind all his smiles and silly gestures He longs to walk a thousand miles away He desires to escape from everyday No more small talk Or large gatherings The curtain has CLOSED A contemporary task. **In the eyes of the crowd All they see is the proud facade Entertainment is important And all they care about Forgetting the person behind the PERSONA a temporary mask.** As his mask fades Rabbits shift into sparrows No light at the end Only cued applauds Some flowers And skewed imagery An exemplary stage. **Disappearing into the night Unmasking the illusions he conjured. The sinking reality comes back As Lingering Silence echoes his longing… A price to pay of the famed gift Hoping this will be his last...** ~FINALE~      Justin G / Pax
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
JustinG
Masquerade
Behind all his smiles and silly gestures He longs to walk a thousand miles away He desires to escape from everyday No more small talk Or large gatherings The curtain has CLOSED A contemporary task. **In the eyes of the crowd All they see is the proud facade Entertainment is important And all they care about Forgetting the person behind the PERSONA a temporary mask.** As his mask fades Rabbits shift into sparrows No light at the end Only cued applauds Some flowers And skewed imagery An exemplary stage. **Disappearing into the night Unmasking the illusions he conjured. The sinking reality comes back As Lingering Silence echoes his longing… A price to pay of the famed gift Hoping this will be his last...** ~FINALE~      Justin G / Pax
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New/Knew/Rebuilding You 4:18AM not sure where to start, so I will begin at the end, rinsing and repeating, till it makes a dime's worth of sense, even if helps for just one minute, I'll take it happy for giving you one minute of better, rinse and repeat, 60times, an hour to which we can only but try to build a single day. You are new to me. But I knew you a long time. Don't ask silly whys or how's. This won't take long. Less than a minute. Saw a few Picasso's, Chagall yesterday. Even a Basquiat. Estimated to sell for $15~18 million dollars. You know he once said, "I thought I was going to be a *** for the rest of my life." So here is my art for you, girl, Whom I will likely never meet, But is deep inside of me, Unmasking provoking, couching, courting, Crouching, springing me to care. If one new/knew/rebuilder of you Is writing words of caring, artful encouragement At 4:18am, What is that worth? I'll tell you cause I won't let bitter answer for you. Everything. So **** art. But open heart to the art of Accepting that I just wrote you a poem, Message on point, I care.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
New/Knew/Rebuilding You
New/Knew/Rebuilding You 4:18AM not sure where to start, so I will begin at the end, rinsing and repeating, till it makes a dime's worth of sense, even if helps for just one minute, I'll take it happy for giving you one minute of better, rinse and repeat, 60times, an hour to which we can only but try to build a single day. You are new to me. But I knew you a long time. Don't ask silly whys or how's. This won't take long. Less than a minute. Saw a few Picasso's, Chagall yesterday. Even a Basquiat. Estimated to sell for $15~18 million dollars. You know he once said, "I thought I was going to be a *** for the rest of my life." So here is my art for you, girl, Whom I will likely never meet, But is deep inside of me, Unmasking provoking, couching, courting, Crouching, springing me to care. If one new/knew/rebuilder of you Is writing words of caring, artful encouragement At 4:18am, What is that worth? I'll tell you cause I won't let bitter answer for you. Everything. So **** art. But open heart to the art of Accepting that I just wrote you a poem, Message on point, I care.
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Does part of your confusion? Arise from the contusion? Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist? Why hold back? What’s pain? Just black A void In which to switch! We both know that you can’t touch me In the fortress of my mind For only I control the drawbridge Vermin’s More than often blind squeak squeak squeak *“Please let me in. I have some wares to sell. I’ll cross your palm with silver. No secrets will I tell”* Little mouse Go away Go back where you belong We all know the germs you carry We all know that they are wrong YOU Tout yourself as honest YOU Tout yourself as pure But just beneath the surface In the sewers **YOU DO LURE** Lure the unsuspecting Lure the barely formed Punting pretence of perfection Salivating salacious scorn *“But … please Miss. Hear me out. You have me oh so wrong. I'm just like all the other Joes. Lost and all alone. The mistake that I made was in telling you. Thoughts inside my head. On reflection. Now. I realise. They were better off not said”* Little louse It is too late For your motives are plain to see Time to move on Time to move out Time to live out your sick fantasies ...
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 5:03 AM UTC
bathsheba
The unmasking of another straw man
Does part of your confusion? Arise from the contusion? Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist? Why hold back? What’s pain? Just black A void In which to switch! We both know that you can’t touch me In the fortress of my mind For only I control the drawbridge Vermin’s More than often blind squeak squeak squeak *“Please let me in. I have some wares to sell. I’ll cross your palm with silver. No secrets will I tell”* Little mouse Go away Go back where you belong We all know the germs you carry We all know that they are wrong YOU Tout yourself as honest YOU Tout yourself as pure But just beneath the surface In the sewers **YOU DO LURE** Lure the unsuspecting Lure the barely formed Punting pretence of perfection Salivating salacious scorn *“But … please Miss. Hear me out. You have me oh so wrong. I'm just like all the other Joes. Lost and all alone. The mistake that I made was in telling you. Thoughts inside my head. On reflection. Now. I realise. They were better off not said”* Little louse It is too late For your motives are plain to see Time to move on Time to move out Time to live out your sick fantasies ...
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*Of success masks of deeds degrees well earned ladders ascended heroism one time.. all of these each one's own.. masks of success hiding ourselves from ourselves.. Of failure in mirror image with extra power hiding ourselves from ourselves.. Unmasking throws questions.. venerate success..? castigate failure..? Success masks itself..? and failure too..? now breathing: ego unmasking as we go...*
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
charlesc
Unmasking
*Of success masks of deeds degrees well earned ladders ascended heroism one time.. all of these each one's own.. masks of success hiding ourselves from ourselves.. Of failure in mirror image with extra power hiding ourselves from ourselves.. Unmasking throws questions.. venerate success..? castigate failure..? Success masks itself..? and failure too..? now breathing: ego unmasking as we go...*
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I miss my friends The squad goals that never end Four personalities well meshed Inspiring artistic trends And devouring all life has The white is black Salinas is back To life inside this sack Of flesh and bones fully intact A beautiful heart where nothing lacks Colombia is crazy Pops ****** and makes them hazy Disrespect her she'll beat you endlessly But her heart of gold so full of love Her home a place of rest for me Gerlt! the artist Intellectual and passionate The alien prodigy Ambitious creator Bringing art to reality Jon the ****** Forrest *** freako Fifty shades of foolishness Open minded to all people No empathy for you though Squad Kronicles Taking on new challenges Unmasking new ideas Reaching new levels Aliens amongst normal peoples JM 4/29/17
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
JonPoDom
Squad Kronicles
I miss my friends The squad goals that never end Four personalities well meshed Inspiring artistic trends And devouring all life has The white is black Salinas is back To life inside this sack Of flesh and bones fully intact A beautiful heart where nothing lacks Colombia is crazy Pops ****** and makes them hazy Disrespect her she'll beat you endlessly But her heart of gold so full of love Her home a place of rest for me Gerlt! the artist Intellectual and passionate The alien prodigy Ambitious creator Bringing art to reality Jon the ****** Forrest *** freako Fifty shades of foolishness Open minded to all people No empathy for you though Squad Kronicles Taking on new challenges Unmasking new ideas Reaching new levels Aliens amongst normal peoples JM 4/29/17
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You scarf by your face ,and i scarf by my face far of you And my eyes rebellion on me , and seen on you Your walk bearing your calmness,silence,shyness,tenderness Like evening details , Oh how much better i like evening details I'll write about your smile And about your charm eyes About Rotate planets in your chest And the sun graduation from your mouth About rivers seems with your Tufts of hair And waves of sea breaks up on your waist I'll expose your love I'll write about your hiding love that overwork you I'll flirt all my lovers and my sweethearts And all them is you I'll tell the world ,you are the **** Andromeda And that me the coast of Jaffa haunted by you
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
uknown
The lover is unmasking by her smile -Hamouda ismaili-
You scarf by your face ,and i scarf by my face far of you And my eyes rebellion on me , and seen on you Your walk bearing your calmness,silence,shyness,tenderness Like evening details , Oh how much better i like evening details I'll write about your smile And about your charm eyes About Rotate planets in your chest And the sun graduation from your mouth About rivers seems with your Tufts of hair And waves of sea breaks up on your waist I'll expose your love I'll write about your hiding love that overwork you I'll flirt all my lovers and my sweethearts And all them is you I'll tell the world ,you are the **** Andromeda And that me the coast of Jaffa haunted by you
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The 3 am twilight blues his sandpaper skin A beast-like hue she feels down So he lifts her spirits By the neck Like a Heineken “DO NOT call the cops” His words sharp objects He speaks machete fluently I freeze He ice skates on my childhood Blades figure eights on my frosty irises His face switches from blue to red Like 3D glasses I think of alps in the summertime Defrosted mountains unveiled Scooby-Doo villains The much-awaited unmasking One time he shoves her And murders a generation Her run-ons have become clauses Short. Incomplete. Terminated. I smell miscarriage on her breath Now her voice carries What her stomach cannot
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
mark-anthony-gavigan
Aborted Childhood (Inn-a-Sense)
The 3 am twilight blues his sandpaper skin A beast-like hue she feels down So he lifts her spirits By the neck Like a Heineken “DO NOT call the cops” His words sharp objects He speaks machete fluently I freeze He ice skates on my childhood Blades figure eights on my frosty irises His face switches from blue to red Like 3D glasses I think of alps in the summertime Defrosted mountains unveiled Scooby-Doo villains The much-awaited unmasking One time he shoves her And murders a generation Her run-ons have become clauses Short. Incomplete. Terminated. I smell miscarriage on her breath Now her voice carries What her stomach cannot
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Unmasking to remain human. Listen, listen to my bane. I am neither living, nor dead. I am left with what I am not. after you walked away with Agni. My footfalls resound in water. I am taking care of lovebirds. They miss you when calls don't come and food runs short.
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
satsih-verma
Touching your Mind Daily
Unmasking to remain human. Listen, listen to my bane. I am neither living, nor dead. I am left with what I am not. after you walked away with Agni. My footfalls resound in water. I am taking care of lovebirds. They miss you when calls don't come and food runs short.
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All this lifeless air created from migrated diverted array Shot from wasted uneventful deep rooted motionless fatigue Squeezed beneath a realm of misguided beliefs Things mixed and shattered, confused mistaken repeats Dug from a soul that never eats All this lifeless air was created by total dismay From thoughts that creep without light often in the calmest state Shaking the essence of what purgatory seeks to infiltrate With masks that always intolerably penetrate The gateway to a subtle overactive mind grenade It hits like a brick, it comes out of nowhere Breathtakingly taking you into its mystical embrace To another space in a place where nothing feels the same Only discombobulation and facades of an erratic charade Leaving your thoughts confused and in an melancholic state Calmness in your spirit is a lantern burned from the light inside you It seeps from your pours and glows intensely within your core Unmasking horrific ramifications that you justified in the past Leaving your mind free to disseminate thoughts that usually trespass Recognizing feelings can be often obsolete The lurking and self loathing of being stuck in between a domain of migrated air and empathetic domains Dragging your lifeless air into migrated array Only erratic melancholy conceives and births total dismay
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
iamnitika
Erratic Melancholy
All this lifeless air created from migrated diverted array Shot from wasted uneventful deep rooted motionless fatigue Squeezed beneath a realm of misguided beliefs Things mixed and shattered, confused mistaken repeats Dug from a soul that never eats All this lifeless air was created by total dismay From thoughts that creep without light often in the calmest state Shaking the essence of what purgatory seeks to infiltrate With masks that always intolerably penetrate The gateway to a subtle overactive mind grenade It hits like a brick, it comes out of nowhere Breathtakingly taking you into its mystical embrace To another space in a place where nothing feels the same Only discombobulation and facades of an erratic charade Leaving your thoughts confused and in an melancholic state Calmness in your spirit is a lantern burned from the light inside you It seeps from your pours and glows intensely within your core Unmasking horrific ramifications that you justified in the past Leaving your mind free to disseminate thoughts that usually trespass Recognizing feelings can be often obsolete The lurking and self loathing of being stuck in between a domain of migrated air and empathetic domains Dragging your lifeless air into migrated array Only erratic melancholy conceives and births total dismay
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I spend my days ***** Ink running from my fingertips. Spilling the blackness of my soul over your paper thin skin every written sin sinking within you. Can you withstand my words Tearing at your flesh like a natural disaster tempting your heart to beat faster, forcing you to see the storm in my eyes. Unmasking the darkness I fantasize.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
StephenSean
Days *****
I spend my days ***** Ink running from my fingertips. Spilling the blackness of my soul over your paper thin skin every written sin sinking within you. Can you withstand my words Tearing at your flesh like a natural disaster tempting your heart to beat faster, forcing you to see the storm in my eyes. Unmasking the darkness I fantasize.
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Have you heard the ghosts that whisper after words, Like buzzing wasps? What basks in the senses, Tasked with pretenses, What gasps through wooden lips, Perched on limp wrists, Risks to burst, Like bustling beasts, Unmasking the notched face that exists beneath.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
accomman
The Ventriloquists
Have you heard the ghosts that whisper after words, Like buzzing wasps? What basks in the senses, Tasked with pretenses, What gasps through wooden lips, Perched on limp wrists, Risks to burst, Like bustling beasts, Unmasking the notched face that exists beneath.
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Waiting… Waiting… Waiting… How could you? Trust is lost Faith is lost I stayed Ended for us Not by us Best decision I couldn’t make
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Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 1:39 AM UTC
jenna-johnston
First Love (part II) The Unmasking
Waiting… Waiting… Waiting… How could you? Trust is lost Faith is lost I stayed Ended for us Not by us Best decision I couldn’t make
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They buttoned their coats and strapped on their smiles but their red runny noses betrayed them, unmasking the pain that their balloons had been                                  l                                                      a                                                      s                                                        h                                                        e          by the people they trusted the most
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
eva-encarnacion
A Second Betrayal (Day 15)
They buttoned their coats and strapped on their smiles but their red runny noses betrayed them, unmasking the pain that their balloons had been                                  l                                                      a                                                      s                                                        h                                                        e          by the people they trusted the most
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i am the sun that rises from its nightly earthly grave propelled by hope to find her love in skies unmasking galaxies for their disguise his mighty queen, pursued by lowly knave and finds but empty space littered with stars its solar flares upon its face but scars descending then it falls into the sea and drags the heaven's colors to the floor its light extinguished through the closing door in dying for a spell will cease to be i am the sun (C)2012, Chistos Rigakos
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
christos-rigakos
i am the sun
i am the sun that rises from its nightly earthly grave propelled by hope to find her love in skies unmasking galaxies for their disguise his mighty queen, pursued by lowly knave and finds but empty space littered with stars its solar flares upon its face but scars descending then it falls into the sea and drags the heaven's colors to the floor its light extinguished through the closing door in dying for a spell will cease to be i am the sun (C)2012, Chistos Rigakos
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we stayed inside that night swishing cold drinks around with our tongues letting it drown out the ringing we heard and stop the sweat gathering between our fingers and you grabbed me playfullly while i was sitting in the blue chair i hope you remember that i stared at myself in the bathroom afterwards later that night standing there reciting bukowski to my swollen eyes and broken jaw my lipstick was blending in with my flushed cheeks and i remember you were going to kiss it entirely off of me in one sitting and i swear i was going to let you until i started thinking about my nylons ripping and my shyness unmasking itself as some mental illness and that stranger walking in and shouting telling you there is a mountain to be climbing and a song to be written and a friend to be helping and you’re trying with this girl? she’s terrified of birds just cause they have the capability to do what she cannot flee— she wants yellow but it’s dark green needs pills to be civil and wine to be social she wants nights not days she just wants the rain she wants the rain the rain and the rain every single day and you and i both know we have no control over the sun
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Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 8:10 PM UTC
lindsey-michele-mccormick
Untitled
we stayed inside that night swishing cold drinks around with our tongues letting it drown out the ringing we heard and stop the sweat gathering between our fingers and you grabbed me playfullly while i was sitting in the blue chair i hope you remember that i stared at myself in the bathroom afterwards later that night standing there reciting bukowski to my swollen eyes and broken jaw my lipstick was blending in with my flushed cheeks and i remember you were going to kiss it entirely off of me in one sitting and i swear i was going to let you until i started thinking about my nylons ripping and my shyness unmasking itself as some mental illness and that stranger walking in and shouting telling you there is a mountain to be climbing and a song to be written and a friend to be helping and you’re trying with this girl? she’s terrified of birds just cause they have the capability to do what she cannot flee— she wants yellow but it’s dark green needs pills to be civil and wine to be social she wants nights not days she just wants the rain she wants the rain the rain and the rain every single day and you and i both know we have no control over the sun
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The fireflies of the summer dimmed into the past So many things fade like dust and winter’s gusts I’ve taken the empty words and trembling hourglasses To sail the world with me in dazzling, chapped horizons Endeavours upon disguises, silence in our minds We envy the buzzing timelessness of the lighted fireflies Chalked and restless grey, a distant opal of deceit Unmasking, silent, and you, ever discreet Cooling rain and sauntering songs, words and echoing tunes Joyous dances and tittering ladies, potter through the dunes Nostalgia and nausea rush to me, seeming none so different While we talk and smell the hallways, so dried of yesterday The chapel rings in amber mist, rays of tomes and light Choral bells and bowls of memories, shine in blinding sight Moaning in the shadow of the past, cringing past the ocean Cloaked and yielding in the needs Of explicit and deceptive motions. I see you in the scent of autumn Waving distant goodbye As we raise our hands and talk the emptiness Of vague and hollow skies.
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Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
helios-rietberg
Scent of Autumn
The fireflies of the summer dimmed into the past So many things fade like dust and winter’s gusts I’ve taken the empty words and trembling hourglasses To sail the world with me in dazzling, chapped horizons Endeavours upon disguises, silence in our minds We envy the buzzing timelessness of the lighted fireflies Chalked and restless grey, a distant opal of deceit Unmasking, silent, and you, ever discreet Cooling rain and sauntering songs, words and echoing tunes Joyous dances and tittering ladies, potter through the dunes Nostalgia and nausea rush to me, seeming none so different While we talk and smell the hallways, so dried of yesterday The chapel rings in amber mist, rays of tomes and light Choral bells and bowls of memories, shine in blinding sight Moaning in the shadow of the past, cringing past the ocean Cloaked and yielding in the needs Of explicit and deceptive motions. I see you in the scent of autumn Waving distant goodbye As we raise our hands and talk the emptiness Of vague and hollow skies.
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A hand reaches out Worn and weathered, clenching yours Pulling you from the grips of despair My arms console you, unmasking a diamond soul Fingertip tendrils, with touches of love, consoling and shielding; a masked man from above. Remove your own mask, and mine will fall too, show me your face, dear, so that I may love you.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
julia-low
Touches of Love
A hand reaches out Worn and weathered, clenching yours Pulling you from the grips of despair My arms console you, unmasking a diamond soul Fingertip tendrils, with touches of love, consoling and shielding; a masked man from above. Remove your own mask, and mine will fall too, show me your face, dear, so that I may love you.
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