Best Insecurely Poems

Seething sounds of laughter,
escape her soft, gentle lips –
Teasing trickery thereafter,
as her beauty abruptly slips.

Vainly seeking redemption,
now lost within a cruel night – 
insecurely pursuing an answer,
deeply  buried within delight.

Exposing uncertain secrets,
once submerged within a tide – 
projecting strength and purity,
her weakness she tries...

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What's your worst fear?
Are you able to name one?
Death should; obviously be the result, wouldn't you think? 

Nah, dying is easy.
Everything else in between; well...
That's where fear is.

Where is fear?

Everywhere
Anywhere
Nowhere—

I've looked fear in the eyes.

Touched fear
Inhaled fear

I've even put tiny drops of fear on thin...

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Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves with plates and fowl.
On the counter are eggs, a chicken, and a hatchling.
With all the chickens, chicks, and china her...

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Walls closing in on the darkness that surrounds the very edges of my thoughts as I force a fake smile to appear along my face with eyes clouded insecurely holding my innermost pain… Buried down deeply in the deepest forgotten center of my aging body...

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When I open my eyes,
She forces them back shut,
There’s something she hides,
I know naught of what.

My anxiety grows,
My corrupt cognition,
Part of me knows,
This is my attrition.

I’m too scared to think,
Too scared of the possibilities, 
That she’s on the brink,
Of revealing her hostilities.

I fear my emotions,
Are...

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Chorus: You are my saving grace
You traced tranquility on my lips
Behind closed doors, there are secrets to unfold
Find your way out of your own maze
You can’t save me this time
Find the energy to run the extra mile
Find the strength to say goodbye sooner or later
Later...

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Living Proof Of A Miracle
	
God makes it happen…

	In 2005, I was insecurely denied…my dreams broken and heart shattered 
as the devil tried to work beneath overtime.  The doctor walked in and said, “I’m 
sorry but you have cancer.”  The thoughts in my mind...

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To be quite honest, I don’t have a single clue what to write about
I would be more appreciative if I was by your side, for I adore you too
I want to make an experience that’s more than alright no doubt
I want to take flight tonight...

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You're in on it. 
They're in on it. 
Everyone is in on it!
And
Even,
I myself included; 
Brain waves polluted, with liquefied hydrates that clash with Titan's coliseum. 
Judge my character now!
Its import to win and, less important to lose…
And I
And now I 
I am damaging my...

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Staring blankly at the borrowed shapes
glistening the sun
a madman's diary of a voodoo queen
a condemned language

Picking up old pieces
a new language takes shape
focuslessnes of digits of difference religion has made
i begin to think of younger and older men's differences of opinion

The same game of life
too...

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miscommunicated 
misconceived observations
insecure perceptions
not too sure of anything
except my own delusions
dint't matter then
worst case scenario
you fix me or pay the consequences
wrong things you said
no way to amend
the unforgiven
in your head
dissapear
in my own head
wish i could
not important when im last in line
all the time
the thirteenth hour...

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I have fallen from grace
And the devil has its eyes on me
I'm left with a life to chase
And a death to only be

Time... my time however short
Can be however long on basis prior
An escape never wanting to be caught
An entrapment with freedoms in dire

As I...

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An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour. 
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.   
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants...

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'Twas 
bit
of a joke
for most
of the folk
that had
rallied round
the town
'twas
the first
I heard
a bit absurd
so I
went and
asked around
'twas
up the
hill and
down again
until
I found
my friend
'twas
then I
learned
he too
not heard
what rallied
round the town
'twas 
curious
tad furious
that
neither
him nor I
heard not
a thing
about this thing
lest someone
told a lie
'twas
my
furtherance
bit
impertinence
that I forged
around 
and about
insecurely
most
sincerely
that the
truth must
be...

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