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Write about some part of you that has remained the same since you were very young.
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Ended May 11, 2017 • 20 Entries • Created by scaredy
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chainedinshadow
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Where Are You?

Friends weren't something 

That I ever came easily by, and so

I spent my summer days alone,

Climbing trees and walking our dog

And playing in sprinklers,

Each summer getting lonelier and lonelier.

There were friends, sure, that I met 

Once a year at camp and that was it,

And I had my siblings, but they got

Jobs and once again I was climbing trees

And playing in sprinklers, and walking our dog,

Alone and by myself, wishing that,

Even though I was too old for it,

That there was someone to draw with

Sidewalk chalk, and jump in puddles with,

And ride bikes, and giggle over cute guys

And make music with, or to hike in the woods

And get lost. But no one ever came to me,

And even today, I find that though there are

Those that I call occasionally and talk to, but

They are much older than me and live

Many miles away, so I sit and watch ripples

On the water, the waves in the grass, and

The sun set

Alone.

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The love that produces bruises ( a collection of poems about love)
Chapter 16 of 68
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Tyla
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The love that produces bruises ( a collection of poems about love)
Chapter 16 of 68
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Tyla

Solider

her body was a casualty of the war raged against her body 

tossing and turning 

her mind loaded like a gun 

ready to aim and shoot

human interaction deadly to the soul 

sends her body in anaphylactic shock 

her hand ready and raised 

to swing 

she is a soldier strapped to the cause 

lost in the purpose 

building trenches 

hiding 

from the bombs that ricochet  in the ear 

carrying body bags filled with secrets 

agent orange tinged smell on her skin 

she´s alert like a watchdog 

sniffing out your scent 

yanking her sleeves of her soul down 

slapping a yes sir and a salute to 

okay 

she knows how to beat the enemy 

who tries to enter her wall 

she´s a rock hard surface 

she got herself in a fetal position

ducking and covering 

from the bombs, she set off 

with her hand 

she shaved her head 

stripped herself 

of a damsel in distress 

part 

she adorned herself 

with the best guns 

she carried her gun

cocked and loaded for bitches who ever tried to get in her way 

she kissed the lips of hope 

and got down on her knees 

and dug in the soul 

and prayed the lord’s prayer 

begging for mercy 

as she tilted the pills to her lips 

to quiet the demons in her head 

overdosing 

comatose everyday 

in her room 

and

fell 

deeper 

into 

the 

soft 

cotton 

that 

covered 

the 

hardwood 

of 

her 

soul 

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justaperson
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Music

I've been scared of loud voices. Yelling being the biggest one of all. Guess I can thank my father dear for that one. But somehow, somehow, loud music calms me down greatly.

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Meliai
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Superpowers!

Even when I sat on the three foot long slide I believed that I could have superpowers.

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jwelker76
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Freud’s Ribbon

I've had the same dream,

almost weekly,

since I was eight years old.

In it, I notice something stuck

to the tip of my middle finger.

I try to pull it off, but it is

my skin.

It unravels, like a pulling a

sweater string, up my arm

across my chest, up my neck

around my face and down

my side, between then down

my legs, back up again, uncoiling

unspooling like a thread

until a pile of pink bloody

candy floss is piled at my feet.

I can feel the nerves shredding,

the cold air against what is now exposed.

       Once, I woke up and my arm

       was covered in blood from the elbow

       to the wrist, my bedsheet red and saturated;

       I had dug trenches on the white

       underbelly of my forearm

       in my sleep.

Now, I wake up tingling all over

and barely give it a single thought

anymore; why do I still

have this dream? Why does it not

terrify me anymore?

Even in dreams, you can get used

to anything. If anything is terrifying,

why isn't it that?

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NiiaFalls
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Now

I’m harder now than when they knew me.

That yielding woman, blown this way and that, has calloused.

The callow body that unbridled ardor, confidently working the reins

Is now hollow, softer on the outside, but harder within.

I am green, ripe and rotten. At once childlike, mature and old soul

Rolled into this unbendable shell.

Some sweetness is gone, drained and strained through the sieve of time.

Yet the wine of this fruit is delicious. Culled from bruised berries of my body,

Bitter berries of my being, 

When mulled, it will warm and satiate. 

The buoyant body, I’m afraid, its brazen unawareness have flown,

Pigeons through a town square at twilight, shadows over cobblestone.

Children skip toward warm houses following dinner’s scent. Couples murmur

As they turn huddled corners in trenchcoats and heels,

While an old man in a herringbone cap throws scraps of bread,

Hopeful for the pigeons, his company,

To return and eat and coo and share the nightfall.

But they will not return tonight. The wind turns cold.

He rises, a litter of crumbs scuffling beneath his feet.

I ask the mirror: Am I the child, the lover, or the elder?

You are the dusk, I reply. Seaming day and night on evening's edge.

When the sun falls degrees below the horizon,

You hold the night while releasing the day. You stand vigil for the old,

Hear the whispers of the lovers, and beckon the babes to safety.

You are the explosion of color in the west, the stark bleakness of the east. 

And you are the un-blackened darkness that surely ensues.

The dusk? I repeat, wide-eyed and disbelieving.

As if I didn’t know. Yes, love, the dusk. For with you, I say,

I do not miss the sun, nor do I long for the moon.

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jems
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Eyes are the only that remain the same as only the lids grow with our age not the black and white beauty 

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jboulette5671
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Pretend

Still believe in magic

Santa Claus in red suit

Flying reindeer pull sleigh

Tooth fairy visits still

Easter bunny gives eggs

And life is full of joy

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Fighting the Pain
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ScotlinT

Alone

Fearful to fearless.

Shy to bold.

Weak to strong.

Alone to alone.....

Always I have been

That third wheel,

That shadowed face,

The one, only noticed in a blurr. 

If you see me,

It is never the whole of me.

If you know me,

It is only one of my many faces. 

Since tiny baby 

To young adult,

I am the same 

In my loner ways. 

Sometimes I cast away

Those friends who know 

Only one me.

They don't understand. 

Other times I wish 

For someone to see,

To hear! 

To know all of me!

Not just the shy part.

Not just the follower.

The bold and fearless face.

The Leader and Protector.

But those faces often

Decieve the outside.

No one to know 

I am hiding inside.

If they found out

They would leave.

No one likes to 

Be wrong....

They would realize

I am not in the shadow.

I am the Shadow.

They would know.

Then they would 

Have to listen.

Have to be concerned.

Oh, but rebuked I would be.

Living in comfort is 

Better and easy to them. 

Not working hard for others. 

Not taking time from themselves.

So alone I remain.

Pretending friends think 

I matter. 

Pretending I think 

I matter.

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KBEppard
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Brown

I look in the mirror. I stare into my own soul. The big brown eyes. Express what has always been, and what is new, one day all will change.

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