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Subtmitted by Ruth Benning
Can You Keep A Secret?
Write a poem with this as the title.
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Shhh.
You can’t tell anyone.
Promise?
I’ve fucked up everything.
Absolutely everything.
Here, I’ll take you back to the beginning:
I liked a girl.
She was beautiful,
She was funny,
She was chaotic,
She was…
She was amazing.
She was everything I could ever want.
And, by some miracle of fate,
She liked me too.
And we got together in a slightly weird way,
But it had the same result.
We hang out all...
(Just to let you know. This part goes before the last chapter I wrote. Thanks for the reads!!)
I’d never felt more scared in my entire life. Holding Maisie close to my chest as I run through the streets, hoping that I’m not too late.
If I am then there’s no point, no point in . . . Life.
I pant as the hospital comes into view. Hold on. I think as I glance down at Maisie’s tired, lifeless fa...
In whispers shared 'neath the moon's soft glow,
Where shadows dance and cool winds blow,
Lies a secret in the heart's deep chest,
A silent word, unspoken, at rest.
Can you keep a secret, hold it tight?
Keep it safe through the restless night?
For secrets are like precious stones,
Buried deep in earth's old bones.
They weigh heavy on the bearer's soul,
A quiet force that takes its toll.
Yet in yo...
I’m not okay.
Something…
Something broke inside my head.
And I can’t fix it.
I can only bury it under my ruined dreams,
And hope the weight doesn’t break it more.
I can only shove it to the side,
And hope the force doesn’t shatter it more.
I can only suffocate it,
And hope the lack of oxygen doesn’t make it fade away,
Like a dream without fuel.
But it does.
That broken part of me,
It breaks,
It sh...
(Here I bless you with an old draft I never published.)
I hold his hand as I drag him behind me through the forest the same way I did as a kid, the memory of his laughs echoing in my head as I hum the song he taught me, it’s ironic really; the lyrics following after.
“Got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you’ll save.”
I grin, maybe too wide, and run faster. His body unable to keep up w...
TW: mental health struggles / depression
Can you keep a secret?
And promise not to tell?
Ok it may not be a secret
But I’m not doing very well
Everything is nothing
And nothing is ok
I’m not sure if I can handle
Waking up another day
I don’t want to be dramatic
Or a burden to my friends
But at the same time I don’t really know
How else this story en...
‘Vengence is best served cold.’
So says the story I’ve been told.
I’ve always feard being bold.
All my thoughts, I withold.
Fires dont always go out.
No matter how loud I shout.
My mind is full of endless doubt.
That I’m unsure I can live without.
Dim little lights dance around.
In my own mind, which I am bound.
Lost, never to be found.
The silence is defeaningly loud....
Can you keep a secret?
I have one to tell
Its not pretty
Its not silly
Its not easy to say
Will you hide my secret?
Can you keep a secret?
So sinister and dreadful
I want to share
But I’m scared
Will you keep my secret?
Or tell the world?
Can you keep a secret?
I have skeletons in my closet
And blood on my hands
Please dont tell a soul
Or I’ll have to kill you too
Why couldn’t ...
hoards of them
pressing against my inner walls
thoughts, feelings, stories
I write for myself
from the other side of the mirror,
another me
calls, shouts, cries, dreams.
inside,
a completely different world
a different life.
outside,
passive and reserved
a life only half lived
keeping silent to keep the peace
harboring secrets, I push them deep....
As the tears roll down my face
And I whisper to myself
“I knew it.”
Cause as much as I didn’t want to
I knew it
And as much as I didn’t want to believe it
I knew it
I saw it coming from a mile away
It was our cycle
The one you created
Every time you decided it was time
To leave me behind
And as the uncontrollable shakes start
And I can literally feel
The cracking sensation
And immense...
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