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Disguised · 56-60, M
@popmol woes melt to tears....
My Tears
Each tear is a release of pain.
They flood the floor like heavy rain.
Memories gather in small lakes.
Showing me my past mistakes.
Water flowing into streams.
Takes away past golden dreams.
White water tumbling very quick.
Emotions mixed up made feel sick.
Rapids twist and turn my thoughts.
Pain relief comfort of sorts.
Mind unsure where to go.
Meandering flats tears run slow.
Cry for help sent delta wide.
Ocean of tears where we all try to hide.
Shouting out to release the pain.
Tearful eyes are dry again.
My Tears
Each tear is a release of pain.
They flood the floor like heavy rain.
Memories gather in small lakes.
Showing me my past mistakes.
Water flowing into streams.
Takes away past golden dreams.
White water tumbling very quick.
Emotions mixed up made feel sick.
Rapids twist and turn my thoughts.
Pain relief comfort of sorts.
Mind unsure where to go.
Meandering flats tears run slow.
Cry for help sent delta wide.
Ocean of tears where we all try to hide.
Shouting out to release the pain.
Tearful eyes are dry again.
popmol · 26-30, M
@Disguised
My Fear
Those that await me in the corner of my eye.
To dart away while being shy!
Those who breathe down my neck.
To become quiet when they receive the check!
Those looks piercing my soul.
Imagining me as something on their sole!
Those so called friends abandoning me.
To awaken screaming my plea!
My Fear
Those that await me in the corner of my eye.
To dart away while being shy!
Those who breathe down my neck.
To become quiet when they receive the check!
Those looks piercing my soul.
Imagining me as something on their sole!
Those so called friends abandoning me.
To awaken screaming my plea!
Disguised · 56-60, M
@popmol
My Fear
Eyes will hold each small tear.
Shy away from deep fear.
Neck hold firm chin held high.
Check on friends who falsely cry.
Soul hiding can't be hurt.
Sole wiped clean there was no dirt.
Me? I escape to writing here.
Plea to all please have no fear.
Used your last word from your poems every line as the starting word for mine.....your turn.... you really write well.... im enjoying this...D
My Fear
Eyes will hold each small tear.
Shy away from deep fear.
Neck hold firm chin held high.
Check on friends who falsely cry.
Soul hiding can't be hurt.
Sole wiped clean there was no dirt.
Me? I escape to writing here.
Plea to all please have no fear.
Used your last word from your poems every line as the starting word for mine.....your turn.... you really write well.... im enjoying this...D
popmol · 26-30, M
@Disguised
Self-Hatred.
Tears held back by Pain.
Fear provided by our Brain.
High expectations Are.
Cry of joy are on Par.
Hurt i am from Within.
Dirty my own soul with Sin
Here i feel like i'm chained.
Conditional enjoyment here is Gained.
i'm just lucky i'm not good at this stuff and i feel like i'm working backwards.
also did you get my joke? or wordplay?
"To become quiet when they receive the check!" its a joke but not sure which word i should use "cheque" as in people get quiet when the bill comes! xD
Self-Hatred.
Tears held back by Pain.
Fear provided by our Brain.
High expectations Are.
Cry of joy are on Par.
Hurt i am from Within.
Dirty my own soul with Sin
Here i feel like i'm chained.
Conditional enjoyment here is Gained.
i'm just lucky i'm not good at this stuff and i feel like i'm working backwards.
also did you get my joke? or wordplay?
"To become quiet when they receive the check!" its a joke but not sure which word i should use "cheque" as in people get quiet when the bill comes! xD
Disguised · 56-60, M
@popmol
Box of Tears
Don't keep your tears inside a box.
To overflow and rust the locks.
Hiding fears and true pain.
Freeing them to hurt again.
Let tears flow undo the locks.
Lift the lid squash the box.
Watch the pain flow away.
Fears no longer have a say.
Box flat, sides pulled down.
Tears of pain no more will drown.
I understood the reference and wordplay. Remember there is no such thing as a bad poem... only what you like or don't like.. and i like yours.
Close your eyes and open your heart.
Write what you like is a good start.
Never mind what others think or say.
You write for yourself at the end of day.
Box of Tears
Don't keep your tears inside a box.
To overflow and rust the locks.
Hiding fears and true pain.
Freeing them to hurt again.
Let tears flow undo the locks.
Lift the lid squash the box.
Watch the pain flow away.
Fears no longer have a say.
Box flat, sides pulled down.
Tears of pain no more will drown.
I understood the reference and wordplay. Remember there is no such thing as a bad poem... only what you like or don't like.. and i like yours.
Close your eyes and open your heart.
Write what you like is a good start.
Never mind what others think or say.
You write for yourself at the end of day.
popmol · 26-30, M
@Disguised
Paranoia
With every move, they think it's Safe.
Gnawing at my wings until my hands Strafe.
Tips fighting back back the Bite.
Time Just helps a slight.
Miners mining Mind.
Cave in, Banging, they are in a Bind!
Men from within, coming Out.
Guards not ready, found out they are not Devout.
glad you understood :)
thanks i like yours too!
Paranoia
With every move, they think it's Safe.
Gnawing at my wings until my hands Strafe.
Tips fighting back back the Bite.
Time Just helps a slight.
Miners mining Mind.
Cave in, Banging, they are in a Bind!
Men from within, coming Out.
Guards not ready, found out they are not Devout.
glad you understood :)
thanks i like yours too!
Disguised · 56-60, M
@popmol
Paranoia... who said that?
Was it the guy wearing a hat.
Peeping through that little hole.
Tunnelling like secret mole.
Who's there... come out.
My mind focus on rowdy lout.
Pretending to be mobile phone.
But i know hes following me home.
Who's there... you don't scare me.
Hiding behind my garden tree.
Go on then do you worse.
While i feed my paranoia curse.
Paranoia... who said that?
Was it the guy wearing a hat.
Peeping through that little hole.
Tunnelling like secret mole.
Who's there... come out.
My mind focus on rowdy lout.
Pretending to be mobile phone.
But i know hes following me home.
Who's there... you don't scare me.
Hiding behind my garden tree.
Go on then do you worse.
While i feed my paranoia curse.