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Sonja Milekovic Apr 2015
insecurity /ɪnsɪˈkjɔːrɪti/ is an uncertainty or anxiety
about oneself or lack of confidence

but insecurity is more than that.

insecurity is feeling like
you cannot wear the green shirt
because people would call you and it ugly.

insecurity is spending
an hour in the bathroom
to cover the spots from
cruel, laughing eyes.

insecurity is hiding
in the back of the classroom
with a shroud of mystery
to conceal the fear of
everyone laughing at
your answers.

insecurity is layering
yourself in conservative clothes
so the mockery
about your weight
is out of sight
out of the obnoxious gossipers mind.

insecurity is retiring
to a world of books
in the comfort of my room
since my peers cannot accept
me and my interests.

insecurity is allowing
only a small amount
of food, water, life
to shed the faces full
of ridicule.

insecurity is creating
a veil of sweaters and long-sleeved shirts
to hide the razor marks
of a haunting past.

insecurity is feeling shamed
of any uniqueness because
of the unnecessary attention
and inability to hide your shyness.

insecurity is sustaining
the weight of a burden
from the unfortunate
events of life
and the helplessness that
you couldn't stop the crash
that killed your parents.

insecurity is redesigning
yourself to be perfectly alligned
with society's expectations
making you forget
what makes you unique
so scornful looks are redirected.

insecurity is forgetting
that it's alright to be different
despite another person
saying otherwise.

can't i escape my insecurities?
OCD
In my perfectly painted room
All my books in order
on my painstakingly clean shelf
Not a speck of dust
Everything is spotless
All of the artwork on my walls
straight and alligned
I look around happily
making teeny little adjustments
just to make sure
it's perfect
And then I realize
everything
is
crooked
Cathyy Jun 2014
I've got a hot date in Heaven..
Don't keep me up 'cause he'll be waiting,
He was my first love,
And maybe my last love,
.. Sometimes my worst love,
But we won't talk about that ;)

And i'm lying here while he sets us a table,
I've been to Amsterdam but never to the city of angels
All i know is i'm in love,
With my only best friend..
And it's a holiday i'll tell them,
I'll be back more 'heaven sent'..

But til then i'll just talk to the stars..

Oh would it be okay if i chose not to move on?
'Cause i believe in holding on,
And i believe you're holding on too
&All; the stars that alligned us,
Will hopefully find us..
Again,
And again..
And againnn..

I've got a hot date in Heaven..
Don't keep me here 'cause Augustus is waiting..
He was my first love
And maybe my last love
But always my favourite love
... Yeah i'll talk about that.

Someday i'll write about that.
Heyhey it's Cathyy,
So today is the 12th of June here in the UK, the first screening of tfios is showing !! I'm missing it though haha but i'm watching it next week! I know already so many of you american fans have watched it this week! I hope you like my new song lyrics! Would love to record this properly.. Someday ;)
"Time is valuable, life is priceless, love is confusing, and thought is immortal. Immortality is a thought, but with that thought love of existance is no longer priceless; for valued moments cannot be continual!"

- At the drop of a dime the situation turns critical. Everythings dark with no signs of light. Unknown noises come from unknown sights, mind boggling predicaments flipped by the switch of a light. What was once unknown is now known by only the eyes of the beholders unconcious mind! Never concious! Never seen by the naked eye! Locations thought to be real, are now realized; just ones fantasies.

Who's to say fantasies are not real, as trips through the mind are as unreal as reality alone; Right? Repetitive solemn thoughts are mistakes condoned from wrong Nor right answers untold!

Ones' mind such as my own cannot register such terrorism on ones' soul. Horrid thoughts opposite of such random sights - no answer in my sorrowed tone of visions sought in my fantasies.

As I span for up front answers in what I now can see I cannot decifer the truths from lies. But at the same instant i cannot decide if what slips through my own teeth is rightous and worthy of praise or dishonor. . .

Once I spoke of great realistic prophacies. Future referances is all to be spoken  - for present slips to fast to past - and no time is taken to elaborate on such vast plans for present moments.

I blink in hopes of focus on what i could not identify seconds earlier! Come to realize I am still in what I thought was my safe zone . . .

Obviously it was at my acknowledgement of error to induce my mind to such unrealistic nonsense. Scattered information non-applicable of re-alligning to make since to anyone! But my self i seem to understand all information only scattered never alligned.

Confusion all around, sleep i think? Could that straighten such a collage of random blubber?

        LETS TRY!!

Later on by a day and a half reality hits; like a parking brake in mid action of a donut! Snowy, icy, sketchy situations to awake to . . . After coming to a complete stop, i speak: First time in what seemed to be many days. . .

  "J.J. where are we? How did I get in your car? Man my head hurts! What the ****?!"

Replied to me, "Dude you were TRIPPIN man, never again am I going to feed you booms hommii!"

"I concure man, I concure!"

Lasting adventures, crazy spins! we go in circles over and over again . . . Out of gas, we walk in turn . . . To a warm destination.


- Decided to my place.
Xander King Feb 2015
When I met you the stars aligned,
They spelled out 'RUN!'
Victoria Reese Jan 2010
We stepped onto the platform in a mild november,
The air was refreshing and
Smooth,
Laughter filled flirtations together,
Looking at the countdown,
Waiting for that journey.
Then it arrived, stepped on in unison,
We knew where the stops might come,
We at yet didn't know the final destination
But as long as our bodies were alligned on this
carriage we felt no care in the world,
We didn't need to bother to read the health and safety.
Constantly we listened to the destination being repeated
and we ourselves began to recite it
We hung close, but before I could reach over to kiss you..
BANG!
A sudden stop,
A call to a station not on the schedule.
I shifted a seat away to look out the window,
I read the station sign, watched out to the scenery.
Familiar it was, but I didn't expect it on this trip.
How strange?
Minutes we did wait, both anxious, but only a few metres apart
did our bodies make and then it continued.....

We thought this journey might go along smoother,
how many more other unplanned stops could it make?
The driver can't be drunk,
The weather is only good.
This was neither peak time, nor was the carriage empty.
But alas,
More waits occured, more silences,
My legs jolted in anticipation, frustration,
so did yours,
but you never let go of my hand.
Then it continued.

But I am anxious still, scared a little,
I hate the unknown,
You felt my nerves, and you tried to calm me.
I just looked at the other passengers,
so quiet and still,
And I felt like nobody was understanding me, not even
you.
BANG.
You let go of my hand.

Darkness was approaching,
Ourselves hidden in blackness,
I could still hear your breath,
You could still hear my heart beating,
I could still hear the motions of the engine,
but without clear vision, clear mind,
Alone did we both feel,
Your began to see no one else quaking,
And fell into dismay.
You moved into another seat staring
aimlessly out at the darkness...

Annoucement - train back on track.
An obstruction on the line.
Phew!
I wiped my brow, and looked over.
Still you sat there in the dimness.
We then both knew despite what we have just founded,
This journey would be delayed,
And the dark blue would still be with us for a while.

Yet I reach over,
Clasp your hand,
Kiss your lips,
I am still here,
for though it is delayed

This is not a journey's end.
Cat Fiske Jul 2015
I watched her bleed tears,
watched the red stain her pale face like it wanted to tear away what was under her skin,
as if tears of blood were telling her you're thicker within.

but you see,
this girl she couldn't stop crying,
couldn't get it all out,
what has been done to her,
she can't even speak about.

you told her blood is thicker than water,
but she bleed the thickest red tears,
so large there like ink,
and will over write your name,

from her memory,
from her family,
from everything you have taken from her,

she won't need you gripping at her ankles,
always being the one to pull her down every time she in another fight,
no longer will will you make her feel like she's living a worthless life,

all the good memories have been bleed on,
red ink does not come out with an apology,
and it doesn't even lift the stain lightly,
when it's done to spite her,

and despite her inocents,
and despite her age,
and despite your gene pool relations,

if all the cards alligned in your favor,
you still better feel some shame.
for the way you acted on a little girl,

to touch her in places her father would never dare,
places where that same father your brother,
wouldn't dare to look at you again,

wouldn't talk to you again,
wouldn't let you near any ******* child gender aside,
again.

if he knew the things you had done,
to his little girl,
he'd of knocked you one,

he'd of made you cry till you bleed.
but he would of made sure you wished you were dead,
before you ever really felt sorry.

but you ruined her,
and you think she should grow up about it,
move on about it,

and forgive you,
she kept silent,
every night she cried because of the things you would do,

and now when she crys,
she bleeds,
Thick tears to cover up the mess,

to try and fix all the monstrous distresses,
fixing her family to feel something right,
breaking limbs off the family tree,

as if they were yours,
and trying to live,
while everyone,

wants to fight,
idk this is like generally bought a few people I know.
Morgan Jun 2013
I've got your eyes locked on me now & I can feel every drop of the hot pain pouring from them. You are longing for a glance returned but I am busy sending all of my loathing to the boy staring at my hands from across the fire pit. His knees are alligned with mine & she's lounging between them. I'm so sick of hating every inch of him. I swore I'd stop but his lips are bleeding from that bite she gave him and I don't think I can. I'm sitting on your lap and I know just what you're thinking. You're breathing down my neck like you're begging. I'm begging to get out of this life. For all the pain that I distribute, there's gotta be some feeling left for me but I can't ******* find it. . I wish I could love you as hard as I loved him. I wish I could love you as hard as I hate him. I wish with every fiber of my being that I could love you at all. I wish I could feel the butterflies that are floating in you. I could tell that they're making a scene beneath your skin by the eager path your finger tips take up and down my spine. Sweetheart, for the agony I will inevitably feed  you at the end of this, I'm so sorry
Kai Dec 2024
You said you're sorry, i tried to accept it.
Pick up the broken pieces of my heart,
The ones that you broke apart.
Sometimes i wish i have never said it,
The words that doomed me into this nonsense,
Trying to imagine your presence
Next to me.
Today i give up on trying to find a copy of you,
Someone to replace the emptiness you left behind.
Someone who could give me a better view,
Of the souls that have never alligned.
I write way too much breakup stuff
Keith W Fletcher Apr 2018
Irony often oozes the blood stain
That history will use to paint
An honest portrait of erstwhile deeds
Or to turn some altered soul to saint
Few are those that exist within the mist
Who loom larger than the shadow portrays
And seldom does a shadow exist undiminished
By the dreariest of all darkest days
So when seeking blood in passionate resolve
There comes a mordant aberration of unheralded stature
Rising to fly above mortal attributes into unremitted immortality
By assiduous conviction born of monstrous evil of unparalleled scale

Born among the Carpathian mountains
From the ancient and mysterious Transylvanian forests
One who seeks blood for righteous alliterations
Not for glory but for the saving grace
A quest to alleviate all alien allagory   alligned along the meandering memories of non-mordant minded men

No imagery conjured by Bram Stoker thru Van Helsing
Encompasses the unmitigated reality seen
The lifelong - still beating strong - near century long shadow of the denizen of our brightest outlook

The creation of circumstance as much as man ( unkind ) made

Maybe unheralded by too many
For such a knave am I so sorely cursed now...
With shame
I ...who have always strived
to drape myself
in the raiment of the eternal optimist
Now pay overdue homage to the true and absolute optimist
     BEN FERENCZ.... Is his name
Seek out his story now ..
.while he still lives
Reach back ..
Into those dark, dreary days
To share what history gives
and you will see what he means
    when he say's     
" I'm Right. "
     For I truly know that he is!  
     
 Keith w. Fletcher
      Humbled by the humanity exhibited.
luv Oct 2016
how easily i gave all
of me to
this soulless dance.
years of passion and ballroom lessons
to be a shadow
puppet, a
wind up doll
in line with your
every movement
alligned to your
whim

i don't know where
the music's gone.


i want to feel my body.
i want to feel the rain.
JEM jAZzY WATERS Jan 2016
The mind is the ocean, full of wonders and life,

your thoughts are the fish, that swim to your soul.

Your soul is a painting, filled with passion and grace,

your heart is the artist, so original and free.

Emotions are a paintbrush, the artist holds,

to give unto the world a picture of gold.

Your face is an art gallery, whose walls are alligned with beauty,

as rich as the art they hold, the walls are your body.

Your hands are a gift, please bless the world

for the words you speak, are a pinch of salt,

ask yourself "will it dissolve".
Dianali Oct 2021
You were lucky enough
To be in my sight
When the stars alligned
When my heart was warm
Mercurychyld Aug 2014
Listen to the Wind
Carrying your Memories
Like ghosts through the Trees
~~~~~~~~~~

Love is kinder now
Though it oft’ wears two faces
For me, it now Sings
~
~~~~~~~~~

Forgiveness of Self
Redemption is a true gift
Mercy and Grace reign
~~~~~~~~~

Seeing through cold eyes
Self Esteem is degraded
Turn their voices off
~~~~~~~~~

Come away with me
Where together we can be
Anything we wish
~~~~~~~~~

The Stars are alligned
Two have found their missing halves
All is now at Peace
~~~~~^~~~~~~~


~by Mercurychyld
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Solaces Jun 2013
every one hundread years the great lens passes..
tonite at SR:1 we will get to see the zeal planet..
isn't it beautiful.. look how blue it is..
we know that it has only one moon..
like us it is at a perfect distance from its sun that it may be able to sustain life..
we can only see it for one day during first cycle sunrise..
the great lens passes on through the stars..
we do not know what the great lens is..
but when alligned with our power scobes we are able to see the blue planet so very far away..
the planet zeal..
i would love to visit..

zeal (Earth)
Santiago May 2015
Days like these hurt so much
Another sad, sorrow, disappointment
To live with hopelessness is depressing
It's okay I can manage although its been tough
Really rough, kind of stuck, off track
Can't get things alligned, so much thoughts
Awareness, surrounded by living darkness
It's a formidable task, I must persevere
I'm at peace, and full clarity, just too weak
Too much fatigue, minds altered and attacked
Family treasoned giving me their back
It's like I'm alone with God, that's all I need
It's fine I'll make it I was built to survive
In this concrete jungle, pray I don't stumble
I don't wanna hear any lines "you weren't here", "you don't love me", "you don't care", "it's my birthday & you're not here", please I have enough on me, I carry the world on me, trying it's best in killing me, but I'm strong I can deal with these rattle snakes
L
Astral May 2015
You’re not set to have an easy road, you aren’t graced with luck and leisure, you will toil and labor for the things that you need

You will not get help, you aren’t deemed by the mass to be given the grace of the lord, this is the fate of this avenue

You won’t deserve it, but the cosmos has alligned against your favor, you will tend fields of rotted corn and unfertile abyss

You weren’t a lucky one, the world held a gun to you the minute you gave a pulse, unwanted in this darkness it became your craddle

You will ask for help, but will not receive it, for you are the shadow among the other shadows

This is a reality hard to mend, for the ones born to leisure never look under the stones they sit on
Vyiirt'aan Dec 2017
Heaven's bells ringing
Angel choirs singing

As I walk past the frozen field
As I stalk through the dusty plains

A blanket of vivid white
A speckle of platinum

I inhale the fresh air
I look to the sky

I looked straight into the genesis
Where the stars alligned

I looked straight into the genesis
Of a brand new year

I just had to reach for their grasp
Merry Christmas everyone!

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