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my true inner selfsecret person of the heart~ heartland of my soul......Mark Toney © 2021.5/7/2021 - Poetry form: Senryu (for you)
i still remember the jar of cookies you hid behind the picture frames the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open, "shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face our little secret
You possess a love that only few people have. And you are quite an unpredictable woman. I could not foresee this doleful outcome. You loved me and then you walked out on me, But a part of me keeps thinking about you.
On the off chance that YOU find these poems. These writings I've worked so hard to keep a secret. I hope you read them. It appears I say much more to strangers on the internet
I like you...fuck. Fuck is probably all you have in mind when it comes to me But these feelings keep growing and my heart is breaking, why can’t you see I like you.
I have a fear of the unknown. The idea of space frightens me, an endless void where what happens to me does not matter. I am afraid of meaning nothing. My room is full of stars,
He was born Sophia. But it doesnt fit him, and that name is as dead as the flowers I have pressed in my journal. Always there, a reminder, what I have to call hm in front of his mom.
‘Temper your enthusiasm,’ She said, ‘The extremes of your reactions; You should have A more conventional frame On which to hang Your unconventionality.’ ‘Don’t push people,’ She said,
I wish I could tell you I have something to say But when I finally try to You walk far away The somethings a secret That only I know I tried hard to keep it But it’s starting to show
Secrets utterly embarrassing and cruel. Mine’s no different. It’s dark,twisted,deep and wet. Tears shall flow out with a never-ending sight,a river rises from sadness.
Tall cliffs and whale bones, Our secret place that’s all our own. Hands held, hearts cradled. Eyes shut, fear of loss and pain. It all came to head that day. Back to the beginning,
There is a man of in(decision) Or not that it is that He is a man with (one) vision He has but one goal He is always decent on the (test)
I keep a smile on my face to not let my true colors be shown Keep the fact I'm dying a secret My heart is breaking as we speak But my mouth Is shut I wont say a peep I'm dying a slow miserable death
One last entry before the night comes to an end, One more thought before the sheep comes- Slowly one by one, A puffy little cloud strutting aimlessly Above an unsurfaced ground. One last note to play-
There is something I must say, a secret I’m not good with a confession I’ll never give you my name, though With this secret, I find it hard to make it bien écrit
my past defines me, i am, the girl he keeps from his friends, a secret, not good enough, unheard
Do you truly understand what it means to be locked away? You see all my life, I have been stuck without even realizing it
Nine black boxes float above nine black tables, slick with rain Three beams of light crack into tables, striking in the middle Three tears are shed Three boxes fall the floor, crumbling into the twisted air
Take a trip with me to lands unheard of Through hidden passages, secret doors, and unknown chambers deep within my mind All you need is your imagination so leave everything behind
I have a secret, I want the world's every drop of cold rain will not be poured on you. I have a secret, I want every sad departuring moment will be a better joy reunion. I have a secret,
A hand desperately craved twisting and stretching pulling my strings Now, in this new land To sense I’m enslaved
What a twisted game I play, Just me, myself, and I. A game so quiet that no one knows, It exists in my mind, and in my life. What a twisted game, I keep to myself. The game before a mirror,
She loves subliminal. If only your conscious could grasp her heart. I hold her, we dance beyond the horizon. Subliminally I tell her to have little faith in me. It’s not much but she is fair.
i think of you and the butterflies, swarming my stomach, swim up and up to my throat in a tornado.my gums are growing flowers, making meadows of messages i can only wish to speak to you.
"A secret?" he asks. A cute and airy one. Or maybe just the favorite, Name you want to name your son.
To some I am a friend. To some I am but a stranger to their lives. But in reality, who am I? I am a secret. A secret waiting to be revealed. A secret that has been in hiding for so long.
This is a curse not a gift So what is my mission this is a skin condition Not one of my ambitionSo now here's your time to listen When people look at meand ask me what is on your arm I change the subject they should find some respect Not try
There is a noise I didn't hear lodged in my throat I could feel it built and built but it never burst
Eternity hides this secret from us all Beyond realms forged of the call On the glowing fiery Star Never to taste the void’s chill Yet it faintly glows despite its touch
You probably don't know me, but my friend made you add me on snapchat.
I don’t feel like normal people (Or at least, I don’t think so) Simple emotions, certainly Happiness, sorrow, anger I run the normal gamut With the others of our race Feeling a thing
I construct stories and lies in my head, Am I an actress or a liar? Telling people lies with so much belief that I begin to believe them myself. I'm a liar with dramatic emotions,
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
I have a secret. It’s really big. So big, that I don’t think you would believe me. It starts with a heart and pain and loss; And big round eyes and eyes of glass. Believing doesn’t matter, because it’s a secret
Nothing EPIC to write about, clean and sober. Wondering just how much longer until this hell is over. No visions of riches no dreams of fame, no delusions of grandger and nothings the same. The pounds I put on are supposed to be healthy.
What else can I do? Besides sit here depressed. I can stand up chase my shadow. Why spend precious time asking questions? When I could set traps throughout my house. And capture my many evil thoughts.
Put on a face Let no one see
Melancholia That I Kept Inside: Recollections of Surviving the 9/11 Terrorist Attacks as a 4 Year Old Boy
“You’re not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence…” Blared loud into eardrums Eardrums of an emotionally unhinged fourteen year old boy
You break my heartJust a little each day
Behind these blue eyes are much more than you know Smiling, twinkling, and glowing is not always what they show
Golden days are full of bloom But inside petals is dark of gloom. Beneath waxy leaves are hidden shadow
Best I remember, it was Fourth of July She was laughing as she slid down the waterslide Jumping in, doing flips, making friends on the fly I never would’ve guessed she held a secret inside
I have a smallish voice. It carries the weight of massive expression, But bears it alone. My visions detonate in the world around me, They scatter and end up in every corner
Get me out of here. I’m afraid of what could happen. The mistakes, The silver gleam, The blood, The pain… I’m afraid of what I might do. I’m afraid of Myself.
This is my secret I have not told. This is my secret I don't wish to hold. This is my secret, it will ruin my rep. This is my secret and my very first step. This is my secret
She would trace the outlines of his face while they slept, so she could remeber every detail.
We were just kidsWith spit and secrets to swap
Sunlight brings about fake smiles, and energy. Moonlight brings out the true self. The one who cries themself to sleep. While the sun shines we all play the role, as an actor on a stage.
And when I got through with my shift, I laid on the floor wondering why i felt like this.. The hogt of keeping this secret might be fun, might be fun,
Screaming inside, no one can hear it, I know when I die, I'll be a sad spirit. Concealed with pain, I lock myself in,
Poetry, is anything the truth? A lie isn't a lie and to die isn't to die. A thing is another. If someone stands for someone else does the second someone sit?
Sure, a cr
Bones rattling It's just two words Why are they so hard to spit out? Skin dripping Isn't this what you've been wanting? Haven't you wanted to tell them? Mind reeling
I am the cul-de-sac and the grass on the other side,
Through all the lies and treachery Do you not think I deserve to know? You, who I entrust my hope upon And you, whom I talk to ever so often Tell me Before I find out from someone else Tell me
The only way i can hide Is by writing what i feel This is something that scares me deep inside Its that moment when i feel its the best to hide I want to tell the truth
If you're physically sick, do you have to participate in class?
I played along like it was nothing, a crush that wouldn't last. I never knew you felt the same, we could've skipped the pain of the past. I denied the accusations, But I knew I loved you from the start.
I got under the covers You laying to my right I don’t know if it’s fate or chance But I swear my heart was pounding so loud I thought you could hear it
Thoughts of her Dripping into my sternum From all the way up there In my brain Where she has implanted herself Like an alien egg
My life is a lie. Every day is a challenge As I put on a show for those closest to me. I was taught that these feelings inside me are wrong.
Deep inside me is a secret Deep inside is where I keep it I hold the key in my heart I hold the key - we fall apart Deep inside is all my regret Deep inside, I will not forget
As I drive along the back roads, I come upon a dirt home next to an open fence for my truck to rest.
Everybody is someone's secret- you are mine. Somewhere in time you held my gaze Oh the sun and stars, my heart rang true-- all I could think of was you...?
These are the things that I'll never tell you; The things that you deserve to hear. These are the things that I hold in secret; The things that my heart fears. They say that we accept the love
He appeared from thin air, And whisked her off her feet. She had only seen him in her dreams, Hoping one day that they'd meet.
This is my first time putting my stuff out there. Wrote this when i was 14- 15. thanks. red rose, red rose, oh what, do you say? For alas and alack... He took my life away.
What if Hercules was a you or me? What if he too was always scared?
We are the socially inept Too young to care Too angry in debt To a world that doesn't need us A world that refuses to feed us Instead they waste their days Watching what I have to say
A trail of silver smoke flew softly, slowly into the sky. On his lips a cigarette danced back and forth. Back and forth. He smirked at her. His clear blue eyes hid a secret.
It's a secret. It's a passion. A want, a need buried down deep, pushed underneath everything else. This jealousy, these midnight thoughts, an enigma wrapped in
I've got a secret that I keep to myself, it burns when I see you, and cries when I don't, Oh, baby, I got a secret
Here amongst phonemes and graphemes I can hide the truth. Words have the power to expose, But they also hold the power to conceal. Poetry lets me play outside the laws and boundaries of prose. I can neglect the period
Silently screaming for what comes After the red rush Everything will be fine Except for maybe when black scars Meet my friends, my blades, my blades, my Sanity lies in them. Unless there is no –
This feeling I cannot explain, beyond my mind I cannot tame. A thought so sweet, so soft, so docile has been tearing up my restless brain.My lips the smoothest messenger, my heart it's strongest warrior, blind among the coming wave.
(poems go here) You don't accept the truth. Can you not see me. Can't you see I'm broken. I'm scattered sand. Showing my emotions through my eyes. The scars and bruises on my skin.
Empty hands Empty phase Lonely place. Shuddering loose. Ends ravel back, twisting trunks Forty stains, Grape seeds. Whispered gold, precious wrought. Luscious lied.
Charlotte's red and gusty breeze Wiping down the laney square. Thrashing greens and yellows bare. Waiting, watching, calls me there.
Tender love Fragile heart Delicate balance, Constantly searching My dear, you are special Be you You can’t find your other half If you haven’t found yourself
You don't just love someone for the way they treat you, The way they look, The way they act, The way they cook Or even for the compromises Or the pain and anger and ridicule you've gone through together,