Unarmed
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the snake
beware the snake who claims
you’re a friend
with its smooth words
and promises of loyalty
carefully tucking away words
slipping notes
saving secrets
to throw against you
when it needs to escape
for it’s own pride
luring you with friendship
lancing you to save it’s skin
leaving you to clean up the mess
-b.e.
Missing
a woman is missing
lost in a world created by anxiety and driven by depression
can she break the cycle of anger
is it too late
has she caused damage
irreversible by change
will she ever find herself
internalize her strength
rescue it from her own mind
Shattered
Hurt before she’d been
A plate shattered on the floor
And then suddenly
Someone came to pick her up
Without even knowing it
They glued her back together
Piece by piece
Silence
today words come out better on paper than out of my mouth
a mood where i know speaking will only make it worse
a day i know that the silence is better
Doubt
It’s hard not to feel forgotten
To take every text or short word to heart.
Believing even the simplest note has much more meaning behind it then it truest does.
It’s hard to quiet the voice in the back of your head.
The one constantly whispering that what you think is true.
Yes, he thinks your wrong.
Yes of course she took it personally
Of course they don’t think you’re good enough.
It’s a constant struggle.
A battle between one voice and another.
One that never really ends.
-b.e.
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 