Hurt An empty space A miserable face A heart that's broken A door left open A tear rolling down An eternal frown A dark, grey cloud A sob echoing loud ##poetsin

Scream I tried to hold it in for so long, not only have I bottled it up, I have corked the bottle, sealed it with superglue and buried it deep underground. The trouble is, I can still hear the screaming inside me, bubbling beneath the surface, repeatedly begging me to set it free. Although I have longed to release the feelings and let out my frustration I have held back through fear it would never end. The problem with this is that the fear of letting go has begun to strangle me and eat away at my subconscious until my every waking minute is consumed with the effort it is taking for me not to scream. Finally, I have caved in, folded like a cheap deck chair and at last decided to let all my feelings flow out of me within a scream that comes from the pit of stomach and takes energy from every single fibre of my being. I walked until I was far enough from any other person and released a noise that was almost supernatural, sounding like a beast or a demon was roaring from within me. I felt every emotion across the whole spectrum flashing through my mind and I had to hold my head in my hands through fear it may fly off in the moment. As the last breath left my lungs and the scream ended, the silence that was left was so deafening I felt I was left in shock for a few minutes and had to gather myself. What remained when the emotion cleared was a sense of calm relief that comforted my whole reality and gave me a contented feeling deep in my soul. I no longer remember where the scream began, only the moment it ended and although I know it will never return to me, so much more than it took away. ##poetsin

A Book Of Beauty What does beauty mean to you? Is it what you see or the things you do? I do not believe that beauty is skin deep It’s at its best when natural, like during sleep I wish we could see the real version of each other And try to stop judging a book by its cover What do you see in the face of this girl? I’m sure she scares too many who think of her not of this world So why do so many hide their face behind a mask Maybe feeling ugly and scared which shows a nasty past Beauty truly is within the eye of the beholder It runs through the bone and does not wear as we get older Roses are traditionally beautiful with silky petals adorned But also each is intertwined with some sharp and pointy thorns Like roses we are all on the surface pretty creatures And so we all possess our thorns in the form of our meanest features In the girl I see such beauty behind that gothic mask And I bet she has a soft kindness if you’d only ask Surrounded by the roses she has a feminine side But somebody hurt her and gave her reason to hide Every single one of us has beauty in one way or place There are no set rules for it and it’s not just on your face Remember you are beautiful no matter how you look It’s about what’s within the pages not the cover of your book… ##poetsin

Stream Of Consciousness Today, marmalade sandwiches for the eating of hunger and bears who are orange and sweet Is sticky of jars who are, who are, who are owls with claws and feet On branches and tiny leaves which are green or brown With veins all red and blood flows upwards, down Over an umbrella and drip drip droplets of beads water in windows That make patterns with faces that are missing teeth When they smile they are sad, but no wrinkles And Botox has danger Which is yellow and high voltage will electrocute and Taser By the police if you do not behave So don’t lay down on it cuz there is no ball games With the moody pensioners sitting on benches or playing bowls round ones full of cereal No milk though, don’t like soggy, cinnamon grahams, so hungry Need more food like carbs make you fat, but you want to look healthy Why do the birds copy noises? Do they know that walking is pointless When you have wings? If they drank flied, but what would happen cuz they already have wings But flying is a mental state, astral projection would be cool If you could visit another planet entirely ##poetsin