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who i am

Submitted by hippiemoon on Sat, 2024-01-13 13:29

who do you want me to be?
tell me and i’ll become her.
clingy,
detached,
reassuring,
i can play it all.
i’ll read from my script
merely a puppet pulled by your strings.
i’m afraid of rejection,
have you figured that out yet?
i’ll play my part
to keep you along
until i hold the upper hand.
i want you to want me
unless i decide i no longer want you.
who am i really?
that’s for me to know.
for you, i’m whoever you want.
unhealthy, yes, but who the fuck cares?

Falling Down in Your Eighties (for Paula)

Submitted by Michael Anthony on Sat, 2024-01-13 11:13

And it was in that moment,
after her fall, making sure
nothing but her pride was hurt,
that she understood time,
and how it would always win.
As it always had.

But her spirit was not defeated by this.
It was as if the fall had shaken her to her senses,
allowing her to finally accept the nature of things
on a journey that many never get to make.

Eden?

Submitted by Leslie on Sat, 2024-01-13 09:02

In a garden
children sing
and capture fireflies
in mason jars
evening breezes
fill the night
as the stars
light up the sky
walking down
at streamlets edge
we cross over
a cobbled bridge
something magic
has just begun
come and join
in natures fun
singing birds
and croaking toad
each have stories
which must be told
in a garden
long ago
there they met
to name them all!

January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Sat, 2024-01-13 00:02

date of conception:? ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem,
where earth, wind, and fire doth usher
hootie and the blowfish
on a green day
and a three dog night
three doors down from foo fighters.

A gangly, horribly measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as a lad
(way to skinny to appease wicked witch)
chee boo came out kicking and screaming
and he never stopped since
that's how I will get carried out.

childhood bedroom

Submitted by MermaidMaster on Fri, 2024-01-12 21:57

I’m sitting at my desk in my bedroom, windows open, moonlight pouring in.
Printed photos and polaroids of my highschool friends hang around me and it smells like a mixture of incense and victorias secret perfume.
My clothes are strewn about in messy piles across the floor and my shelves are full of books someone read lifetimes ago.
I’m sitting at my desk, something I (I?) have done maybe a billion times before and yet it feels new and I realize that this may be the first time I have been here.

This is not my room and this is not my desk.

Full Moon

Submitted by Clentin on Fri, 2024-01-12 12:41

Majestic and mysterious,
it floats in celestial beauty,
illuminating the night,
with its radiant light.

Tomorrow

Submitted by Kelly Ann Wilson on Fri, 2024-01-12 11:48

Tomorrow
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Tomorrow changes everything
What will be done can’t be undone
I can’t ever come back to this day
Before what will happen happens

The train of time keeps on running
Even if I will never be same
Oh, but I mustn’t let tomorrow
Take from all I have today

Written January 12, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

Brain teaser

Submitted by Triskelion on Fri, 2024-01-12 10:50

The cannon coughed
Depleted uranium squealed
Through the sounder

WILL I (first poem of the year)

Submitted by Sheddie on Fri, 2024-01-12 08:47

Will i become what i never knew,
When I know what I need to become?

Will i see what i never saw,
When my eyes begin to see my stars?

Will I grow to be what my being entails,
When my vehicles begins to breathe?

Will I be the freedom that no one fears,
Will my struggle for success be wished for?

When I walk through the gates that gave me in?
Will i be known, will i be kept whole in memory,
After doing all things said and done?

Will i be a song unsung,
Or a song sang to trigger the fire scared to burn?

Honest

Submitted by Fatsani Chione on Fri, 2024-01-12 05:51

Wrong place if heaven is what you seek,
My heart’s a total wreck whose pieces still I am trying to pick,
Most of the time depression is the only friend I have,
And she is, besides you, a lady I truly love,
Might be unfair to you but I loved her first,
Like a come and go guest she never really left,
I knew her first when heavens smiled upon my mother,
I met her again when my first lover loved some other,
See, she might have kept me sad but I learnt to love her
I love you and in time I hope I will love you than I love her

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