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The darkness inside cannot be masqueraded and hidden

So I’ll sit and laugh and act a scene

So I’ll act like it’s all okay

Push my senses into the water

Drown them,until numb rises from the bubbles

Until I cannot feel I’ll feel you

Wrapped around my body

Hands around your neck

Eyes come closer but separate as I look upon the roof

And when your hair fell on my body to one side

And I had not felt butterflies within

I Started

Counting the tiles until I cannot feel

Until I cannot speak I will breathe your soul

Lips lock and my land shifts

But I cannot speak my mind with your curls falling through my hand

Like sand trying to grip , grain upon grain until I lose you

Stage

J. Alfred prufrock, was placed under a formulated phrase

By eyes that pierce within

We have known these eyes

And yet everyone speaks of the oracles that leave one torn

For every soul on the stage deals with these eyes

“Imagine them naked” they say

As if their naked supple bodies deter from the stare and gaze

That looks through and into you , with judgeful intents

If we all deal with such eyes, who could be the audience

Who could be the dealer of such sinister stares

Could it be , that neither you nor me stand upon that stage alone

Could it be, that neither she nor him is a judge as it seems

Who must we imagine clothless?

Could it be, that image laying subtly u

Light

I closed my eyes in the middle of the track

Always been a risk taker

Had it not been for the road i have taken

I would not be in the middle of the tracks

All voices outside gone and suppressed by the beat of my heart

Or was it the train on the tracks

In the middle I stood

Wishful of all things arriving , but treadful of all things transpiring

In the middle I stood

The gravel crunches when my legs shake

Cold air numbs my face

I move my cheeks to circulate blood , to feel

In the middle I stood

My eyes squint as a bright light arrives

And in the middle I had stayed

The ground below me so weak

Or was it my knees

But the light passed

And I was still stand

Lunchroom

A dull and plain green plasters the walls Outlined by vents that let out an echo sometimes Windows above us, as we are below ground They allow what vision can be stolen of the day through bars of steel A jumbled voice reigns above all Conglomerate of all youth, one voice Unity

White styrofoam plates float to uniform seats All voices different Each with passions and goals Dreams of the life ahead and conversations with a friend

But combine into a single noise And when the bell rings and teachers yell “ clean up!” Separation Each with a class to attend And I have to go to anatomy

Hey guys , I’m a 17 year old senior in high school and wrote this in lunch. Let me kno