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Compressing walls

BellaLuna

BellaLuna

Favoured Frenzy
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrown
 
Crying is good..
Crying is even better when there is someone to hug and comfort you...

But it takes a whole lot of courage to be vulnerable like that in front of someone <3
 
BellaLuna said:
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrown
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This is my current state... I desperately want to cry, to cry my heart out... But I'm holding back because my family members will find out and I won't be able to answer their questions....
 
BellaLuna said:
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrow
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Maybe I am the right person to advice but this post shows a lot of pain inside you and also that you are trying to fight them but not in the right manner. I hope and pray to God that you overcome whatever issues you have. It's always about , flight or fight Ms. :)
 
Illusion said:
This is my current state... I desperately want to cry, to cry my heart out... But I'm holding back because my family members will find out and I won't be able to answer their questions....
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Don't hold dear...
If you wanu feel like crying... please do it...
it will help detoxifying your body

In fact, those studies found crying may lower your pain threshold and/or make pain feel more intense
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BellaLuna said:
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrown
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Come on, bella...
" I think War is calling "
Please gather your smile army,
ready to march with joy, strong and unstoppable.
Let the shadows of sadness retreat,
let the tears surrender.
This is our battlefield of laughter,
Let’s light up your face,
let your cheeks shine like the morning sun.

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Because today, happiness wins!!!
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JAXY said:
Come on, bella...
" I think War is calling "
Please gather your smile army,
ready to march with joy, strong and unstoppable.
Let the shadows of sadness retreat,
let the tears surrender.
This is our battlefield of laughter,
Let’s light up your face,
let your cheeks shine like the morning sun.

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Because today, happiness wins!!!
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My dear Jaxy... Bella is a happy soul who only knows to laugh
:heart1:​
 
BellaLuna said:
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrown
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This poem is a powerful and emotional expression of vulnerability, privacy, and the weight of unseen struggles.
Your words have created a poignant and relatable portrait of the human experience. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt poem.
*A_AICS
 
BellaLuna said:
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrown
Click to expand...
Wonderful writing skill as well as creative imagination. Important is ,it has nothing to do with your personal life , just thoughts. Awesome. Keep it up. In next poem , keep surrounding same , may be timing different but dare to open the door n get him in n lets know what happened afterwards. :cool:
 
Dom55 said:
Wonderful writing skill as well as creative imagination. Important is ,it has nothing to do with your personal life , just thoughts. Awesome. Keep it up. In next poem , keep surrounding same , may be timing different but dare to open the door n get him in n lets know what happened afterwards. :cool:
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It can be her... While writing I was imagining my mom at door.... If it's about real struggles and he knocks at door... I wouldn't give it a second thought before opening the door
 
BellaLuna said:
It can be her... While writing I was imagining my mom at door.... If it's about real struggles and he knocks at door... I wouldn't give it a second thought before opening the door
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Wow. Honestly impressed when you said you were thinking of your mom . My bad @ sex chat site like zozo, we guys mind thinks in a one way. So sorry. But glad you took it spontaneously n give hope of next poem of you being bold n wont hesitate to interaction with guy whos knocking your door. Excitedly awaiting. Thank you. :cool:
 
BellaLuna said:
I was in my room,
On the bed,
All four walls
Closing in.

Then I heard a knock
On my door.
I dared not to open,
For my eyes were red.

I picked up my glasses,
Wearing them like a shield,
To hide the redness
Of the eyes that had spilled tears

I didn’t want them to see
The storms I've survived alone
The words I've swallowed
And the pain I've outgrown
Click to expand...
Wow! You have written many poems here, need to read them all. You can write whole story in your poem with a few words. Talented you are!
 
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