The Book with a rose and a note

So I fell upon 
a rose in a book,
dried and broken.
Oh, and a little note.
In the corner, hidden.
Hidden, as though just
meant for my eyes to lust.
And the rose although
felt familiar,
the words somehow
All I knew, it told a story.
Oh hey, but shhh shh.
No, don't read it
out loud.
Even whisper
a word or even
any letter.
I am afraid,
the heart might just hear.
It said something
it no longer could bear.
So hush please,
If you please?
Because it still is hurting.
Alas, you doubt
a tiny part still is missing.
So guess we will leave
the book
the rose
the note and now
a tear droplet.
Here heart, let's
just leave it.

 © 2019 _occultatum_

A Verse Tried #8

'She' was 'taught' to
hide her scars
And reduce her carbs.
She was to taught to
feed her insecurities
And bury her rarities.
She was taught to
be shy and giggly.
And was taught to
stay short and skinny.
She was taught to
not say things out loud
And was taught to
forever follow the crowd.
Taught to walk 'like a girl'
Taught to talk 'like a girl'.
To dress like one
and to sit like one.
But as time passed
she 'learned' that
the mark near her eye
the scar on her thigh,
the mole on her chin
the pores of her skin,

the loose shirt she loves
the crooked smile she hides,
the extra skin she covers
the messy hair of hers
are just a part of her beauty,
Beauty which is more than skin deep.
Beauty which is more than 'he' could keep.

© 2019 _occultatum_

A Verse Tried #7

You were my
that I fell on by chance.
You were my
that I wondered with every glance.
You were my
that I sought in all my sights.
You were my
that I wandered in all my nights.
You were my
that I trusted with my hearts of hearts.
You were my
that I looked back in wholes and parts.
You were my
that I kept safe every single day.
You were my
that I gazed for hours as I lay.

But most of all
You were

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A Verse Tried #6


She wanders somewhere in the dark ends of the ocean ,
where her thoughts makes her swim.

She wanders somewhere in the dark lanes of the city,
where her thoughts leads her astray.

She wanders somewhere in the dark nights of the winters ,
where her thoughts keeps her awake.

She wandered in the moonless
She wandered in the lightless
And all other unexplored places.

But her thoughts were darkest of them all.

© 2019 _occultatum_

Not A Verse, But few thoughts #3

I hold back a lot of things. 
Sometimes they're the thoughts in my head,
other times the things that I feel and a lot
many times the things I want to say that I really mean.
I hide them from a lot of people.
And here,
I have been hiding behind those 'her's and 'she's and
'few's and 'some's and 'if's and 'but's.
For fucks sake, I have been hiding behind a Latin word.
A complex one but with a really simple meaning
and I kind of really like it. Hmm. Anyway, the point is
that.. I am just afraid.
I am afraid that in a group, I will be the one to get talked over.
And here,
I am afraid that my thought will be the one to get skipped over.
It's like for years I have been building a wall.
Built between me and the rest, it's standing tall.
But now I am stuck. But also I am afraid to leave.
So guess, will just refrain in silence? I am sorry.

P.S. Occultatum means hidden. It's Latin.

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