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Piotr Balkus Feb 22
Joy of missing out
on social gatherings,
on another five o'clock,
awkward tea party,
morning coffee in a local church.

Joy of missing out
on a special offer,
Black Friday,
free entry rock concert in the park.
On meeting with a celebrity,
a pub crawl on a Saturday night.

Joy of missing out
on birthday celebration,
on Christmas dinner,
on holiday in Crete.
On football match,
on random date
with a random girl.
On a hotel room,
on a wedding, on a funeral,
and on see-you-soon.

Joy of missing out,
not fear, as we're told.
Joy of missing out
on time, which is always gone.

Unsurmountable joy!
Zywa Jan 19
You should be yourself,

but don't bother anyone --


that's the condition.
Novel "Maurits en de feiten" ("Maurits and the facts", 1986, Gerrit Krol), § 23

Collection "Wean Di"
Mays Benatti May 2023
Dancing to the rhythm of this universe
Beautiful organic chaos
Grateful for the lessons
Deep in a pool of elysuim  
A wounded healer in progress
Prancing on a satin thread
Constructed of multidimensional facets
Allow to amend the social poisoning inside our boundless vessel
Francis Nov 2023
“A mobster”
“Tony Soprano”
“Something out of Grease”
“John Travolta”
“You’re gonna whack me”
“A Greaser”
“The Godfather”
“One of those actors”
“Elvis”
“Pauly D”
“A state trooper”
“A cop”

Thanks,
Want me to,
Rudely,
Randomly,
Tell you,
What YOU look like?
My entire life… because of how I style my hair and how I dress.
Devil Atticman Nov 2023
First I was disgusted:
It was you that I despised,

And now my edge is blunted:
I am terrible in kind.
My experience with living in society.
Fredy Sanchez Oct 2023
With the sweat that drips from the back of slaves,

Whipped to the death with debts for the pennies their master saves.

With the tears of all those mothers whose soldier sons were taken,

And were promptly returned, empty shells, to their core shaken.

With the lost innocence of a kid, forced to lie to himself just to fit in

Coerced into being trapped inside his own skin.

With the painful truth behind the anguish

hidden behind the tears that fall from the face of the almost vanquished.
Zywa Aug 2023
I ring the door with

my handbell and I'm welcome --


because it's mý bell.
Novel "The PowerBook" (2000, Jeanette Winterson), chapter "EMPTY TRASH"

Collection "Truder"
Grace James Aug 2023
I see strangers on the Internet
talk about healing their inner child.
It made me go inward.
Think
and think
and think.

About little me.
Three, five, seven years old.
What she wore
what she ate
what she watched on TV.

How she danced,
twirled on and on
without a care in the world.

And as I saw her in my mind's eye
and felt her in my soul,
my heart was filled with a Great and Terrible Sadness.

Oh, how I've failed her!
I've abandoned her laugh
her warmth
her light.

I traded her valiance for fear,
her voice for silence.
Her smile and bright green eyes
for a dull film over too-pale features.

Oh, my poor, sweet child.
I am endlessly sorry.
I have failed you.
Failed you.
Failed you.

Those strangers on the Internet
want to heal their inner child.

But now
I wonder...
Can my inner child heal me?
Zywa Jul 2023
She likes me, so she

does know human nature, or --


is she just stupid?
Novel "De laatste kans - De geschiedenis van een liefde" ("The last chance - The history of a love", 1960, Simon Vestdijk), chapter 1-1

Collection "Inmost [2]"
A sheep in wolves clothing
With that fake I.D.
May be the most
Dangerous of them all
It doesnt make me
Suspicious of you
Just afraid you'll get
Eaten alive
My mind went dark for a bit. Be careful out there.
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