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  • deepsea 14w

    What if someone with so much power and connections was filled with so much wrong?
    And what if people covered it all up and wiped the slate clean every single time, instead of stopping them, just once?
    And what if someone without a voice to be heard, but with a fire that can be seen, decided they were all to go?

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    Blood Is Thicker Than Water

    It was wrong, what she did,
    They knew it well, and they knew it true,
    But she was blood and the other wasn't,
    So they painted over the walls
    And pretended the house was home.
    The mistakes never stopped,
    For nobody tried to,
    They just threw a carpet on the floor,
    And had the bathroom tiles changed,
    Because she may be wrong,
    But she was blood,
    And blood was thicker than water.

    She was being watched,
    So were they all, watched by eyes
    That saw past the coating of sugar,
    Into the heart of a sinner,
    And the arms that held her.
    Eyes that knew that they'll never correct her,
    That knew blood was thicker than water,
    But gasoline burned faster,
    And hotter,
    Till the house burned down,
    Painted walls and carpeted floors too.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 30w

    Experimenting with a darker theme.
    Alluding to murder and adultery.

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    Lipstick

    He paused at the door when he saw me,
    And hesitated like men often do
    When they broach topics deemed feminine,
    And looked at my lips long and hard
    Till I noted his attention out loud.

    "Is something wrong, darling?
    Why are you looking at me like that?"

    He hawed and hemmed, and asked anyway,
    "Oh no, nothing, just wondering,
    Are you headed out somewhere?"

    "No, honey, don't you remember?
    It's the weekend, and like all other weekends,
    This too shall pass indoors,
    Away from the crowds and the open spaces,
    Where teem the dangers at large."

    "True, so true, it's safer inside by far,
    And I'm glad spending this time with you,
    But I must say, it's sweet,
    The effect some colour has on your face."

    "You flatter me darling, but it's funny,
    I've been changing small things around-
    First my hair, pinned up like hers,
    Then my dresses, the replica of her wardrobe.
    I even added a whiff of her perfume,
    And a dash of liner, the way her eyes are done,
    But you finally took notice now,
    When my lips are stained red,
    Just like hers were."

    "Hers? Her? Honey, what do you mean?
    She is just a friend, that's all,
    Having come over to drop off some files.
    I'd call her over some day, really,
    But she has been ghosting me a while-
    Wait, like hers were? Don't you mean are?"

    I smiled at him, with my red lips,
    And licked it away, tasting the metal and salt.
    "I couldn't figure out what lipstick she used,
    But I figured, something as red as blood
    Might as well be the same."

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 36w

    Hidden

    He found a flower one night,
    That glowed in the dark dimly,
    And as he watched, mesmerized,
    From that light came a woman
    That words could never encompass.
    He couldn't possibly own her, he knew,
    And he could never control her, he swore.
    And so she followed him home,
    Curious and drawn to those wondering eyes.

    But with awe came fear,
    For he wondered-
    What if a better man came along,
    And she went away with him,
    Willingly or by force,
    Leaving him behind regardless?
    So he built walls around her,
    And when she looked into his eyes,
    His fear, contagious, kept her by his side,
    For she loved him, and his eyes,
    That never wanted to see her gone.

    With fear, of course, aggression is close,
    For every time she tried to go beyond the wall
    To see the world she was created in,
    To visit the gardens of other plants, flowers,
    He was aggrieved- truly so,
    That she risked the haven he made
    For a breeze and a lark.
    He never meant to hurt her, his secret flower.
    He only wanted her here, so others couldn't,
    So he had to crush her wings,
    Before she flew into danger's arms.
    She looked him in his eyes again,
    But her tears blurred her vision.

    Derision came soon enough,
    For he found her quite foolish, so silly,
    For wanting to go out, when inside was better.
    So he treated her as such-
    A wondrous sight without a worthy thought.
    And she, with her eyes swollen shut
    And her face splotchy with bruises,
    Found that the eyes she had followed
    Were long gone now,
    Because what she liked, she admired,
    But whatever he desired, he sought to own.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 41w

    Blood ties and family bonds
    Are webs woven by man,
    Finer than the best silks or fibres
    That no normal eyes can perceive.
    Webs they are, and tangled too,
    But woven partly by chance and fortune
    With kith and kin one can't choose,
    But can seldom deny,
    Caught as we are, in the weave of lineages.
    But the finer strands sprung new
    That begin with us
    Are the friendships and good will we spin
    With those we pass by every day-
    And choose to hold on to with laughter and tears.
    Both strands still fasten,
    But one entraps while the other tethers you to home,
    For home is, after all,
    Where the heart lies.

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    Bound

    Blood ties and family bonds
    Are webs woven by man,
    Finer than the best silks or fibres
    That no normal eyes can perceive.
    Webs they are, and tangled too,
    But woven partly by chance and fortune
    With kith and kin one can't choose,
    But can seldom deny,
    Caught as we are, in the weave of lineages.
    But the finer strands sprung new
    That begin with us
    Are the friendships and good will we spin
    With those we pass by every day-
    And choose to hold on to with laughter and tears.
    Both strands still fasten,
    But one entraps while the other tethers you to home,
    For home is, after all,
    Where the heart lies.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 41w

    Ties

    They think I'm tied down
    When I'm tied up with things,
    They find me high-strung
    When I'm hanging low.
    They see the ropes and the knots,
    So they whisper their sympathies from afar,
    But these chains are meant to ground me,
    Like a ship needs its anchor,
    And a light needs its wires,
    And the hair needs some bands to stay.
    I'm a soul tangled in knots,
    But why is that so out of sorts?
    Maybe it's not about if I'm tied,
    Or even if it is with chains of steel, or silken ribbons,
    But of the beholder feeling stuck- or secured.

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  • deepsea 52w

    Found

    He steps away from the fire,
    Refusing to take the heat,
    Unwilling to get burnt a little
    To smother the flames.
    And then, when everything seems lost,
    After the flames flicker and die
    And the morning dew sets in-
    He picks up the ashes with a smile
    To prove that lost things can be found
    Even after it all burns down.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 66w

    POV: a toxic ex, but you are wise enough to say no, and strong enough to keep him around as a friend while you are at it.

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    Redemption

    Heart, mind, body and soul,
    They used to be one, I used to be whole.
    Then you came along, down the road,
    Took more of me than I could afford,
    So I took it all apart, brick by brick,
    To make sure I don't fall for a trick.
    Now you're back,
    Just as my life sets on track,
    But this time I'm not whole-
    I made strength my goal.
    I'll take you along,
    Now don't get me wrong.
    There's no place in my heart,
    But you can stand by me for a start,
    We can share laughter that rings bright
    Instead of a bed for a few nights,
    And you'll find yourself giving back more
    Than all that you took from me before.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 76w

    Hourglass

    It isn't the ticking of the clock
    That truly worries me.
    I take that as the soundtrack
    Of my days of being busy.
    The tick-tock is the rhythm
    Of my daily hustle and bustle,
    A reminder of the days
    I built my own moat and castle.
    But that silence you hear
    Of sand slipping through
    In the hourglass of life-
    And you will hear it:
    In the dead of the night
    When nothing really happens
    And time stalks on, unhindered-
    That is the sound that worries me;
    The sound of death.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 83w

    Heard

    Can you hear me?
    Would you listen if you could?
    How long do I have to wait
    For these sounds to travel
    To your ears?
    I've waited for years
    For my voice to cross this distance
    And yet it falls muffled
    By your refusal to comprehend
    The adult in the child you see.
    And so I fall still,
    Too tired to right the current,
    Choosing instead,
    To keep myself whole,
    Concentrating on the knowledge
    That my voice is loud enough for me.

    ©deepsea

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  • deepsea 88w

    Lethargy

    My will is of iron-
    It rusts easily to the colour of my blood,
    Weakening insidiously within,
    Lulling me into slumber
    Till I can't leave my bed.

    My spirit is like fire,
    Burning through the kindling
    Till all that's left are embers,
    No longer scorching, just suitably warm
    Perfect for falling asleep.

    It is that brand of irony
    So prominent in Nature,
    That the same things that kept me strong
    Now weigh me down so.

    ©deepsea

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