Poetry: Shy - by Yashim Bayacham

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by Yashim Bayacham

Created on: August 27, 2008

GOOSE PIMPLED.

It was not the satire in my eyes
nor the embarrassment in my stride.
I felt like an all too well knotted tie,
Like a bride stripped of pride.

Thus, Stephen King would have been proud,
For death would have been a befitting end.
Not that I was scared of crowds.
In such a case it's not too hard to pretend.

This was like a date with your closet,
Having to watch your secrets jump at you.
Remember folks, life has no resets,
There I was like any other fool.

Having to relive the confusion of puberty again.
Only God could have understood such pain.

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Poetry: Shy

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by Yashim Bayacham

GOOSE PIMPLED.
It was not the satire in my eyes
nor the embarrassment in my stride.
I felt like an all too well knotted tie,
Like
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by Jennifer Barraud

THAT 2 LETTER WORD
I do not say "hi"
I am afraid
I am shy
I do not know why
Then I think, this is why I'm here
To talk and say
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by Esther Mills

My alter ego sheds me

in a pulse-filled car,

drenching me in senses;

I pretend I am my age,

a huntress

whose world is
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by Asia Smyth

Cursed
If words could flow from my unfurling tongue
as freely and easily as they stream down
my arm, wrist and fingertips,
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by Bianca Lopez

You fake a smile to get past the,
"What's wrong?"
The "Want to talk?"
And the long lectures you've heard
a million

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