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Side eyes and glances

So many chances

Should we run

Or stay for the fun

Discussions and meetings

Unspoken feelings

Who is the one

And why is there suddenly none

I pray to the lord I live another day

I’m scared if I lie down I might see my last sun ray

Arguing and taking

Someone is faking

A shot is fired

Everyone is tired

Is it really worth it in the end

Whenever everyone is gone, past on the ...

I wonder if they will figure out,

The one piece to the puzzle,

That one folded page in the book,

Or the frame that is slightly out of place.

Or maybe their clueless,

Staring at it too deeply,

As Annabell Rose is long gone.

Their cluelessness amuses me,

I’m an open book ready to be read,

But they don’t read me.

They read everyone else,

As someone like me could never have done it....

I don’t always know if I’m right

But a stuttering person

Who stutters day and night

My just be a stutterer

Or maybe a liar

I don’t always get fashion

That’s for sure but black

Clothing at night

Offers a glance at robbery

Later on

I try. It to judge but who knows

Maybe I’m living among a cereal

Killer who acts as normal as can be

Maybe he’s just trying to fit in

Who knows

But it doesn’t matter. ...

Used to trust each other,

No doubt we have a good time.

One day those negatives occurred,

Selfish, fakement plus dishonest, and more.

Separated us from each other.

Replaced with suspicion,

distrust, feel strange to close friends…

We still believe in the power of love,

Hope one day can trust each other again....

I look out the door

And it’s there no more.

What could it be?

Someone’s here for me.

Its lurking in the trees

Or maybe it’s in the peas;

It knocks at night

Giving me much fright.

Could it be a bear?

Or just the air?

I sit and stare

Calm and in prayer.

I begin to prepare

If it dares,

And I dredge

With my hand on knife’s edge....

Nothing is right

Everything has something wrong

People call me crazy

But I know my mind is sound and strong

Don’t lie to me and say it’s fine

Because I know you’ve twisted it

No matter what it is

There’s something wrong, even just a little bit

Hiding, lying, sneaking

Something is always going on behind the scenes

Intentions matter not

You did bad things and used corrupt means

Know I don’t tr...

The fingers of suspicion finished pointing

before the hands had started to applaud

the knuckles bared like teeth that needed filling

the nails hardly blunter than his sword

Her trust had not survived the last confession

It left a taste that clung to every word

And nothing he could do would stop the burning

Though it was undersaid and overheard.

The trouble with suspicion is it lingers

Hangs a...

You know when

Your suspicion

It’s the way you

Your act

Around people all the

Time the

Way you walk that

You can

Tell right out the

Back for

Some people in

This world

The tone of your

Voice when

Some ask you

A question

You get all shaking

Up and

Get nervous in

Sweating really

really really bad

That when

You...

Arms too skinny

Face too hollow

Legs too boney

The faraway look in your eyes is hard to follow

Wide smile as plastic as a doll

Stomache not showing any meat at all

Hazel eyes artificially bright

Actions mechanically performed

Words twisted with a bitter edge

What’s this strange though making me feel alarmed?

Kitchen pantry fully stocked all month

It’s like all this time you’ve never eaten lunch...