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Ellie Murry Sep 2019
I lay here,
I count my sheep just like a good girl.
I smile with my teeth and dress in nice clothes.
I'm your Little Miss Perfect.
But I'm not as innocent as you think.
Not after he forced me against his sheets,
and tied me to the void of hate
Ellie Murry Sep 2019
I've been thinking about the ways I could say it,
About the excuses I could use.
I could let out the monster inside,
but IT just won't come out
Without hurting
Everyone Else
If you've read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, I was inspired by the book to write this.
annh Sep 2019
Lend me your biography; your innermost-ness,
Your secret shame; your hidden struggles,
And I shall gift you words.

A language woven with silk,
Borrowed from my own unravellings,
Frayed edges, now mended.

Let me help you thread the needle,
So that you may quilt your scattered pieces together,
And, in time, find yourself whole again.

‘Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.’
- Yehuda Berg
His Shadow,

The fire flame,
Of magical illusion unconsciously plays.
With no trace, but discrete soul frame
Would these emotional contacts delay?
When hidden blinks end our days.
Cast in stone, in foundation of lies
Will all these shadows,
in searching of the hidden soul.

Her shadow
Covered in blood, sang aloud in sin
Who could tell where the sad little dove was?
Counting pale hearts, purple loves,
can anyone return her festering secrets safely?
If purity be poisoned, life to blame.
When there is an unwanted birth, 
dark Angel denies.
Her shadow, hidden soul
where the shape of magic academy, can you touch?

His pain

A sleepless night twitch
Whose illusions knew the game?
Faded smile fast frozen
Who will believe his heart would ever bleed?
A little broken lost child
has carried tons of stones, climbed up to endless hills.
Noting these issues,what we ought to feel?
Shadow of love,
magic academy, hidden soul.

Her pain
A set of painful memories, long times ago
Though, she knew, she must let it go
When dreams trigger upon the aching scars.
It burns within an injured heart.
Tearful moon shadow, in the wake of lies
What was missed?
magic academy, hidden soul.
By Angel. XJ 18/09/2019
Music by: Mahler Symphony No. 2
Sunset Meadows Sep 2019
This pen and paper
My future
Do they co-exist?
I live pouring my heart out
Who cares though
People question
Why I do what I do
Why should it matter to them?
It's my life
I'm not harming you
Actually if anything
I'm causing myself
To be vulnerable
All out in the open
Right there for anyone
Plain as day
Just like the words here
The only thing you won't know
Is the exact meaning
I'll keep those locked away
Forever hidden
Everything else is an open book
Go ahead and read
Read what I've longed to share
Try to decipher it
Like I've had to do
Many a time before
Until then here I am
On the shelf
Waiting to be opened
Tell me what you think
kay-cee Sep 2019
would you notice my pain
if your too focuse on your fame
would you be ashamed
to feel the same
it is crawling to my vien
until it reaches my brain
help me release from this chain
an unfair melody came
it took you from me in a flash
and cut your throat with a slash
with all the money we have
would it be enough?
for our life be like a candy plastic-wrapped.
thanks bj Donovan, for the tittle,
The Vault Sep 2019
Deep internal rumble
Heard through the cracks
Hidden deep but never enough
To silence their past
Thomas C Sep 2019
Wandering through the days, searching for our fulfillment.
Upon the day we find the object that has no limits.
To describe the object would require the observer to see it’s entire life. Yet the object does not discriminate and absorbs time.
Slowly it fades from reality.
Until the memory confuses fantasy for reality.
The Tinkerer Sep 2019
She's got an air about her.
Makes butterflies flutter.

She makes my heart stutter,
The world's her oyster.

Always, I'm with her
Rooting, in her corner.
I feel for her, forever.
Even if..
Never again, I'd see her.

Her presence, her might.
Subtle beauty, not withdrawn.
Majestic mind, this benevolent body,
Many a day, she is my Dawn.

An adventure..

Like magic.

Exciting, enticing.
A phenom, a danger.
Many a goal, may she achieve.
Incomparable, may she be.

She's always like magic, to me.
Uncertain of whether we'd be friends. Or we are anymore. I will care for you though. Always.
-O
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