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Felt a calm beneath her breath Although a hurricane was in the horizon It was the emotion of content With the buried, misread toxins She knows no one could understand Because no one heard But had they only asked Lines would have been blurred Will one know the feeling of the slice Will one know the ache in her core Will one know the disgust in the sight Will anyone piece up the torn

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First Blush

They said introduce you Startled - hi My name Why is that a start? Hi They call me by a name I accept it In fact Love it I consider myself cute Some agree Some do not Does it matter? I know me A beautiful smile From with in At times with grief interested in.. A lot that I’m confused Which do I want? Which do I choose? An artist of all sorts That is what I am They call me Soona I call myself The cutest there is If you got my concept You’d agree But then again We’re all subjective To that word Me

Sooner To Know by soona15, literature

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Sooner To Know

I’m pretty ruthless You wish you’d known sooner I have fangs I can hurt you with them Knowing me ruins plans I’m mean When they ask I warn them I could be their worst villain They even say I’m the next Stalin But even he kept saving I’m different I go all in I told you I’m terrible Got no time for stalling A death trap waiting to happen When they first see me I seem nice But when you got trouble with me Cold as ice Believe it or not Poetry isn’t just words It’s an art you don’t got Mess with me in what you know Not in what I do for life I can use a gun But I’d rather not

weeping angels by PatchworkLynx, literature

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weeping angels

i saw a sight i never lived a day in june, we walked out of shaded rooms and went to the edge of the city, the boardwalk brushing the palms of our hands, the sun glinting in infinite pieces across the water. the strap of your bag slipped off your shoulder as you leaned forward. there were no words; i watched the wind ripple the sea. you closed your eyes and listened to the waves. birds, flowers, traffic sounds: sitting inside the rhythms. look at me, i said. what's to see? you turned a slight smile. maybe everything, you said. i think i see everything in you. searching for paint palettes black and white photographs stuck to my fi

Dear Poetry, by DearPoetry, literature

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Dear Poetry,

I am trying to cover my sadness with words. Tape them against my scars & wear them like worthy paper cuts. My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing wounds of my own making. Sometimes, I wish I could hide behind them forever. But not even this journeyed flesh can stand castle strong against speechless ink stains. I know the code. This body does not deserve a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster— a creative monster, but evil nonetheless. I wish to string you into knots, force feed you down the throats of others. De-format you & leave you empty; freeversed- to hang loosely along the heartstrings of strangers

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Apr 26, 2017

Poetry Block

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Flaws and mistakes Desserts and heartbreaks Is there more to such a block? Or is it purposed to simply mock? Perhaps there’s more Perhaps there’s less Perhaps

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Apr 26, 2017

The Visitor

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It's irresistible, what you fed to me Impeccable, it deludes me Stuck between art and hate Was I but only a hanging bait? 5 years later, you still deride me From time to time, you’re still what I see Somehow, you are still my muse You were, you are. I am a ruse.

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Apr 26, 2017

I Took the Risk

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Destined between dream and wake, 'Twas not a risk that I could take Had it not been your traumatizing disguise, I may not have fed into your deceitful lies You gave to me all that I wanted You showed me that I could have what they flaunted You snatched it away Now I am haunted.