Conci poems on Hello Poetry

Chetan Mar 23

Sometimes,
our faces betray the wars within,
a silent rebellion of muscles and skin—
sadness etched so perfectly
it speaks louder than words.

And they say,
"You’re changing."
But how do you explain the ache
of building a world inside yourself?
A place where happiness tiptoes,
fragile and fleeting,
hidden beneath the shield you wear.

What they see is not the truth,
only the armor—
a mask forged from silence,
held together by the fear
of breaking it too soon.

And yet, there comes a moment,
when even the shield cracks.
When I turn to my inner voice,
that stubborn overseer,
and say:
"Mr. Consciousness, do your work.
Strip me bare. Let them see."

Because sometimes,
even the dumb silence of trying
is its own kind of strength. (Me helped by conci):

Ruslan Nov 2024

That are the boys

This is are window you can the this speak,
You cancalot Isis ol you.
Altotogether you can see ball,
Take it of user ball of to me.

You concerat it's this ol back,
Altotogether ofin to you.
Ball al be back to you go me,
Thanks old of skull take it olgan.

It's this tatar me oldan bar,
I'm o together you consis speak.
To my together ofin o you,
Thits is o big olof you dead.

It's my this break olgan to me,
Yambar tugan it's this me and the boy.
Altotogether this is of me,
Come back to go a letter to you.

Come bebe come to go go bebe come,
You concrete it's this boy go old me.
My the of break to go to me,
This is o cos you go to go.

To yaltytyp to go in ****,
It's is alright to go to go.
Coygyrynda cold to gangan,
This it's Oo you boy toyaldy.

Can the it's sleep to go to me,
You can see boy old man to go.
I'm it's are bread you conci sleep,
Ttotomorrow you doing back.

It's me are break you conci sleep.

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