What Could It Be?

In his world, the boy lies.

No pain or fear in his eyes.

A hint of kindness? No! It lies. 

This is a weapon in disguise.

Alone in the world he must confess.

His creators thought it best

A mystery within the mess.

Another world, fear it stays.

Pain everlasting through the days.

When you think it stops, it finds other ways.

A door will open when two are afraid. 

Beware the door, it can open both ways.

No connection must be made.

Because fear in both worlds can slay.

Makes you think about the boy with no fear.

How can such fear appear?

When in such a world contains none near.

How could the boy have fear?

I was just playing around with my imagination! 😛 Sorry to say, but this has nothing to do with anything I have posted! 😦 Let me know what you think of my random poem! 😀

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8 thoughts on “What Could It Be?

  1. Mermaidia April 22, 2015 / 3:14 pm

    deep.
    deeper than my poems XD

    doll

    a smile is painted upon my face
    while i sit disgracefully placed
    i think, i’m not a toy, i’m just a doll,
    i sit on a shelf on a barren wall.

    my dress is perfect, my hair is down
    it beautifully rests atop of my gown
    but i’d rather be loved, not put aside
    but here on this shelf is where i reside.

    and, i think, with common hate,
    here i am, with my back straight
    as i look upon a smiling teen
    i say, “isn’t she a sight to be seen?”

    and

    rose

    it twirls into your mind
    and mesmerizes you with its sweet scent
    not knowing if you are insane or not
    or whether you are even you

    it blooms perfectly in a spiral
    and draws you into its inside
    where you are torn between yourself
    and the love of her

    its leaves unfurl and delicately sit
    almost waiting for you to touch
    and on contact you feel clean
    cleansed with a certain soap

    and you feel the velvet hair that covers the head
    soft and sweet, conditioned
    and plainly beautiful
    with a scent of seduction

    but underneath the beauty
    lives a dark thorn,
    ready to prick any man
    who doubts her
    but regardless of what her insides are
    she is a sign of love,
    and you love her
    so you pick the rose carefully.

    XD im so weird

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    • mistyoceans April 22, 2015 / 3:39 pm

      GIRL! YOU ARE A VISIONARY! AMAZING POEMS! Post them! BTW weird is my life. Literally, if I had a dollar for every time someone said I was weird, I’d be richer than Tony Stark! o_o! XD Thank you for commenting on my poem! XP

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      • Mermaidia April 22, 2015 / 4:01 pm

        Yw ❤ If you really want me to, I'll make more poems XD it's been FOREVER since I made a poem 😛

        Liked by 1 person

      • Mermaidia April 22, 2015 / 5:37 pm

        Nope, unless you want me to write about my lucid dreams. 😎

        Liked by 1 person

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