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Jayme Dec 2019
If you could see inside my mind,

You’d see a thousand crumpled papers
And littered desperate dreadful proses
Stained with bruised abandoned phrases
Deprived of blue violets and red roses
With countless mournful lines and versus
Of truly tragic unfinished stories
That tell of dark woe-stricken curses
And depressed fears doubts and worries

If you could see inside my mind

You’d hear my loud bone-chilling screams
And overwhelming hopeless weeping
From long surrendered shattered dreams
Locked in tattered notebooks for safekeeping
Tossed on an empty dusty unmade bed
Of harsh irrational ranting words repeating
Ringing tortured lonely echoes in my head

If you could see inside my mind

You’d see the black haunting misty shadows
That feed greedily on sadness within me
You’d hear my desperate pleas and bellows
Crying out for someone to understand me
You'd see open bleeding festered wounds
And deep thick scars I've never shown

If you could see inside my mind...

You'd feel tears dancing from my eyes
You'd know my regrets and abundant mistakes
You'd know my foolish pride
Just one look is all it takes...
For you to see inside my mind.
Andrew Durst Nov 2019
You know that old saying
"Actions speak louder than words"?
Well, I've learned to observe
the behavioral patterns
of when our conversations
become a burden.

I am a professional at
reading the signs
of unamused eyes
and you just stare
right through me.

I guess that is fair play.

After all, I used to say
too much
and you cared
when you could.

Foolish of me to think there would
ever be a middle.

We left on words
misunderstood
and nothing more
would follow.

You had a boundary
that I overlooked.

I guess
"hello"
was all
it
took.
"I haven't heard from you in 2 days."
eve Nov 2019
it’s hard,
finding words that best describe
how to feel
how to tell.
nobody understands,
i talk in complicated ways,
making it hard for you to grasp onto me.
maybe it is the words i use
or perhaps, the words you’re unfamiliar with,
call me out for being out of context,
but the content i create communicates sense to me.
i tremble at the sight of people talking around me,
troubles me because everyone and everything i know has remained close to speaking ever so carelessly and loosely about me.
at this point, they receive pleasure from laughing, mocking and “getting” me,
they lie and reflect bitterness
is it jealousy or envy?
quick assumptions or savvy?
call me stupid, useless, or any other unnecessary comment that seems to compliment your currency,
but extraordinary is more suitable a trait,
than the look of disgrace placed on your face whenever your eyes meet mine.
i know you’re your own poison,
my love.

the things around you
place a bright
spot light
upon your soul
and expect a certain behavior

this makes you hate yourself
makes you feel heavy at every step
makes you snap at the
lightest presentation of stress
and it’s been killing you
for a long time

but to this, you fight back
with every drop of sweat and every tear
even while you bleed
even if you feel like breaking down
you continue

while the one you trusted let you down
while your dreams seemed far fetched
while you didn’t want his touch
but he said
“babe, let’s”
while you watched the disappearance
of your pure crown
you maintained a smile

you didn’t need anyone or
anything, your self sufficient self
raises every single hair
on my body
every part of me
admires you, it just
wishes you knew your wealth

no one understands
but i can see
i can see your unsteady breath
as your anxious habits kick in
at full speed
and i want to be there
to catch you as you fall
and bring you right back up

people convince themselves
that because of your past
that you’re the same person
that you haven’t changed at all
this makes you feel alone

i want you to know that i can
see it all
i can see the tears you hide
see the tales full of white lies
that you tell the world
just to get through the day

but what you don't know is
that i don't just glance, or stare
but become completely submerged
by your essence that i simply
admire and smile
because as you suffer
i’ve waited patiently for you
to glance at me
that way i’d be able to gain grip
of those beautiful glimmering eyes of yours
and say
“hey, it’s okay”

you are strong
you are exquisite
you are top of the line
baby girl
i’d be wrong
to let my words sink into my being
without hearing
what you think about
you being mine

my mind has memorized every
inch of you, duly
know i'm not like the rest, and i'm here to
listen and to stay,
you misunderstood beauty.


-melancholicreator
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Esther L Krenzin Sep 2019
its not your fault
you cant understand
my body speaks a language
your tongue cant pronounce
Esther L. Krenzin
kell Aug 2018
Every person sees from a different angle
Every event leading up to how they perceive how they think and there endless thoughts
What they love and what they do not how they see themselves or just all the flaws
who they are is deeper than a
conversation or what you see,  
They're so aware of something that's not there
So their cuts never close they always bleed
And who they are comes to surface someone they never thought they would be
It's funny, right when you let go
The more you want to breathe
So misunderstood an addiction to acceptance can never be relieved
No one understands anyone
It's just how it is
And how it will forever be
Inspired by a friend

luke
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
With her jagged edges she stands,
gazing upon the connection between the well versed,
as her language remains misunderstood,
dark and chaotic.

Her edges are sharp,
and grooves are too deep.
The rhythm of her heart
& blood pulsation
feel out of orbit.

An outsider,
an outcast
trying to jam to fit in puzzles;
blunting her edges,
painting herself with different hues to blend.
Yet within she is out of tune.
leyana Jul 2019
I made mistakes
Then people call me fake

I do things to make them happy
In the end they'll laugh behind my back

They call me many things
But, there's one thing that keeps ringing

I am a nobody
Just an invisible person
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