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Best Poems Written by Maeve Ivory

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Suffocating

A hostage in my own home.
I should feel safe.
I have no reason not to. 
And yet I am suffocating in my own skin.
I am drowning, the feeling burns my throat and my eyes water. 
I want to crawl away to a small dark corner and escape. 
It's oddly comforting, knowing that the feeling is always there.
Perched on my shoulder, like an old friend.
When I am away from it, I miss it, when I am with it, I am suffering.
How does one escape their own place?
Being in another person's home makes my skin crawl.
I scrap at my skin in an effort to release myself.
I am ensnared by my own mind.
Trapped pray, caught in the eyes of a hungry predator.
My chest tighten up, and my breath becomes short.
There is no escaping the feeling, you cannot now block it's treacherous hold.
And yet, it is still my favorite place.

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Tunnel Vision

I want to rip my face off. I pinch and poke in hopes of leaving a clean flattened surface. I long for my skin to smooth out. I assure myself I am aware of what I'm doing, and that I will make it right. Never once has it made it any better. All the same, I continue as a slave to my complexion. My skin screams at me with anger and redness as it begs me to leave it be. When my skin finally starts to heal, and I only have a few blemishes, I gaze into the mirror and start once more. It's as if a horse visor is strapped onto my face, trapping me. When I finally step back from the mirror, it's a mess. A part of me crys out to demolish it. Restart. Turn back time. Anything. It takes time to heal, but with every pick I set back the clock. Everyone around me has porcelain skin. They don't pick. I want to wrench it off. I yearn to weep until my face is clear.  I watch myself crumbling, as I scramble to rebuild myself with broken pieces. But once more, I have tunnel vision.

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A Rose's Wisdom

Beauty hides beneath 
open yourself up to it
but beware its thorns

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Fractured Resolve

I am unravel myself constantly to be everything for everyone. 
Neglecting who I care about and betrayed by those which were once in their place. 
I stretch myself to heights I cannot fathom to reach.
Shot down.
I set myself up for failure from before the idea is formed.
They say history repeats itself.
That is a cold haunting fact. 
The dream of leaving everyone behind coats my tongue. 
I am shot healing bullet wounds that are not my own. 
I fall behind. 
Self sacrifice is scorched into my core. 
My feet are scathed from dragging them to do tasks that I allowed.
My boundaries lost in my blind run for attention.
I end up stacking bricks of lies to shield myself from prying eyes. 
When we cannot look at ourselves, we turn to our peers.
Confronting oneself is one a harsh lesson, conquring that is strength.
I am no stranger to lying.
I see more pollution in those around me than what is held in my skin.
That is the vile deed of humanity. 
We survive.
Flowers sprout from this hellscape.
Learn to grow your own garden.

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Adrift in the Mystic Realms

Velvet blooms in a moonlit haze, zephyrs whisper a gentle song into the maze. Beneath the boughs, a vibrant scene, ripped from mystic realms where dreams convene, I long to return. Nevertheless, I am adrift, whisked away by the threads of time.