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Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And it you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
Peter Balkus
If love doesn't exist,
then what I'm doing here,
sitting in the park,
waiting for you to come
and to let your lips be kissed?

If love doesn't exist,
what's making me write those words?
Who's sitting on my shoulder
and whispering in my ear
the sweetest things?

If love doesn't exist,
why my heart is beating fast,
minutes away from seeing your face
and a hair stroke away from being
all over the place?

If love doesn't exist, why I always cry,
listening to the song reminding me
the very first time I met you -
it was the last time I ever felt alone.

(Love is not blind,
blind are those, who never loved.)
Dark Jewel
Dreading thy screams.
Blood on the hearth,
Of all evil beings.

The gates have opened,
So comes the war.
Where Dragons and demons,
Kill each other for sport.

Valkyries spread their wings.
They bang their drums,
Matching their heart beat.

This is a time to defend,
Thy precious country.
They are warriors of God.

Light... and Divine.

Now comes the start,
Of demons awakening within.
The hybrids are known.
To only their kin.

Warriors awaken their soul.
May their hearts burn,
Like a phoenix through it all.
Kekay has awakened...
Cyndi Marie
I can feel it
The warmth of your fingers
Filling the chill
Of the crevices between my own
Wrapping around the back of my hand
Your palm embracing mine
Like I've never known
"Perpetually cold"
I often excuse
But now I know they've just been sleeping
Waiting for the warmth of real love
To wake them up.
Thank you for showing me how to accept the fire that is touching you, just with a grasp of my hand.
Miracle Beyond Me
My father died in his sleep.
My heart filled with gratitude,
and I touched the ashes of
his remains without hesitation.

I walked close to her - the curvy,
tanned girl who raised her naked
leg. I walked closer to her, claiming
the comfort of our naked kisses.

I have done these things, brave,
only to extent that I was reassured
by the anonymity of loves conflagration.
You have done these things as well,

and so we are instructed-

      If your going to stand,
            stand tall, and light.
      If your going to fall,
            fall heavy.
      If your going to pray,
            call to heaven
            with all your body,
            all your beauty,
            all your sorrow,

      and know.
bailey goranson
"what was it like, with someone like him?" they'd ask me.

"it was like being drowned in an ocean full of stars. it blinded you, and suffocated you, and ruined you, but you couldn't stop staring at the beauty of it. you couldn't escape everything it radiated."

"so he was like god, then?"

"he was more than that. he was everything. he was the sunlight that dripped onto the trees and rooftops. he was the flowers that sprouted from underneath my feet. he was the water that ran through the creeks, and the blood that ran through my veins."
to the boy who seems to have forgotten that he left me.
Do you remember our first conversations?
Do you remember how you felt?
Have you already forgotten everything?

"Will it be like that every day?"
"only if you want"

"Do you know what is the beauty of the messages?"
"They remain so"
"change the way you perceive them"

"Forgetting sucks"
Come si fa a trattenere un'onda sulla sabbia?
Victoria F Sanchez
The cold air blows through my hair and dances with my  body. Longing for the warmth you carry from your head to your finger tips. To feel your hand roll down my side. Searching , grasping the  essence of my heart. How I miss the the music in your chest as I lay on top of you, hearing the beats as you whisper the words I love you amongst your breath. I love you too.
Your brown eyes
fill my gut with butterflies
fluttering their wings violently,
they render me silent-ly
I would gaze at you from afar,
but now we've progressed
we're getting drinks at the bar.
This pitter-patter in my chest
keeps increasing it's pace,
especially when your face
is so close to my own.
Perspiration builds on my skin,
yet I'm calmed by the scent of your cologne.
I just want my heart to win
this round of heart versus head
because the beginnings are so sweet,
yet it's the end that I dread.
I usually don't write rhyming poems, they're not my forte nor my favorite, but this is what just flowed out of me.
Why did you lie to me?
Why wasn't I good enough?
Why did you want me back?
Why did you say you loved me?
Why did you lead me on?
Why did you kiss me?
Why, why, why?

I don't know what to think.
These are just some of the questions I have.
Questions I will never get the answers to.
Because I still only feel hate when I see your face.
The thought of your name gives me anger.
And yet, I still wish I could talk to you.
To ask you all of these questions.
I just want to know why you did all those things.
I need to know why you would treat me like that.
When you knew I was so young and vulnerable.
You were the first guy I ever really fell in love with.
Just hearing your name used to bring a smile to my face.
Hearing your voice made me tingle inside.
Your kisses used to feel like heaven on my lips.
I told you about how I never wanted to have sex.
How I just wasn't into that sort of thing.
And you told me you would love me no matter what.
You even worked hard to regain my trust the second time.
Honestly, I didn't know I was in love, the first time.
We started dating, and I didn't know what I was doing.
So, when we broke up, I didn't feel much pain.
I didn't know how it felt, but I knew seeing you felt weird.
When you said you wanted to get back together, I agreed.
And as we spent our days together, I learned what love was.
I fell for you, fell in love with you, and wanted to be with you.
Then, on our first year anniversary, you broke up with me, again.
That time, I felt it, and I felt my very first broken heart.
That whole year, I was sad, and angry, but still, very sad.
That sadness wasn't good for me, because of how tired I was.
I was sick all that year, and losing you, that made me feel rotten.
That day, you were what gave me strength to go to school.
And when we broke up after school that day, it hit hard.
That whole year, I couldn't help but be sad and depressed.
Every time I saw you, my heart broke again.
I couldn't go into the cafeteria, because you were in there.
I couldn't stand to look at you, because you hurt me so bad.
At graduation, I looked at you, and you barely looked back at me.
Then, that summer, you contacted me on Facebook.
It had been so long, but you messaged me, so I messaged back.
We talked for a long time, and you told me you regretted it.
You regretted breaking up with me, and wanted me back.
I made sure you were serious, and you told me you were.
You even told me you would pinkie swear to never hurt me again.
And foolishly, I fell into your trap, for the third time.
They say third time's the charm, but not this time.
I take pinkie swears very seriously, and you broke yours.
Just a few months before our first anniversary, you texted me.
You started telling me you were scared, then said you weren't.
You admitted how you really felt, you had lied to me, again.
I tried so hard to get you to realize how much you meant to me.
I tried to get you to see how much you loved me too.
However, in the end, all those memories, they did nothing.
I made you a memory book, recapping all of our memories.
I made dozens of notes, and put them in that book.
I told you to read them, but you said, you didn't feel anything.
Those memories, those notes, they meant nothing to you.
Once again, you broke my heart, and I asked you why.
I asked you who made you think it was okay to do that.
What made it okay for you to throw the word love around?
And you said your dad, the man you didn't want to be like.
The man you hated, you did what he did, for the third time.
And now, I don't have a broken heart, I did the first night, though.
But now, all I feel is hatred, anger, and uncertainty.
I ignored you when I saw you at a winter concert at school.
Because I was still so mad at you for what you did to me.
And now, that anger hasn't gone away.
That's why I'm writing all of this on here.
You don't have this, so you will never see it.
But maybe, now I will stop seeing you in my dreams.
Maybe I'll be able to think differently when I hear your name.
Right now, all I can do, is type down all of this.
Type all of my thoughts, knowing you will never find out.
This is all I can do, because if I message you, it might happen.
I might fall into your trap again, another broken promise.
And I can't do that, I won't do that, I refuse to do that again.
I refuse to be another toy for you play with again.
I don't take the word love lightly.
When I said I loved you, I said it, because I meant it.
Whenever we kissed, I felt good, and I thought you felt the same.
Sometimes you wanted to kiss me for a long time.
Then you would hug me, then kiss me again.
You kissed me just right, and I felt so good.
As I type this, I can imagine it, but I know it will never happen.
I know what I thought we had, never existed in the first place.
Those feelings, they were one sided, and yours, they were fake.
I was real, but you were fake.
And now, I will never see you again.
And I will never forgive you, for how you played me three times.
I just hope that one day, when you meet a girl, you won't play her.
I hope you actually fall in love with her, actually care about her.
You say you cared about me, but you never did, not for a minute.
When you meet that girl, don't tell her you love her, if you don't.
Don't throw that word around like it's an every day word.
Because, between two people, it has so much more meaning.
The word describes the way you feel about your other half.
I thought you were my other half, but clearly, I was wrong.
Which is why, I hope you don't hurt the next girl who loves you.
I hope you are real, I hope you mean it when you say you love her.
Please, don't repeat the cycle you created with me.
Because, if you do, you will never have true love.
And for me, I am now scared to fall in love with someone.
Because I'm afraid they'll be lying when they say they love me.
But I hope I find the right guy, who means what he says.
When I ask him if he means it, I hope he tells me the truth.
I hope he doesn't lie to me, the way you did.
I hope he takes the word love as seriously as I do.
And unlike you, I hope he steals my heart, then keeps it.
Take care of yourself, and be better to the next girl.
That's all I can say, before I start repeating myself.
Have a nice life, and find happiness, real happiness.
Well, I'll end this, the way you ended us, "Goodbye, forever."
"Goodbye, forever." That's how the man I loved, the man I wanted to be with, ended our relationship. It was the third time, and that final line, those towards he texted me, were the ones that made me know he was a mistake. I wasted all those days I spent with him, and I will never get them back. That stupid memory book I made him, I hope he threw it away, because he doesn't deserve it. Don't fall for the same lie three times. In fact, be done with the guy after the first time. Because once a liar, always a liar.
Maybe I was destined to be a whore
To never know the taste of love
Without bitterness

But as I smile over my shoulder
And feel my eyelashes flutter
Lower my face and soften my hips
All the walls fall down

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way
Where I let you in this easily
Everything about me has become fluid
You move when I move
A million ripples spread out around us
There are so many feelings

Tell me to leave
Don’t press your flesh into the emptiness
Behind me and your hands in the strands
Of my hair until your fingers turn to fists
I can hear your breath escaping
In sighs from your lips
Until my eyes water
I don’t despise you for it
But I should

You took me into yourself

I took you into me

The dam broke
And now there's a thirst
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
the moonlight will protect me tonight
i know there is hell and heaven,
for you showed me both.
i'll always miss you.
i want to get high in foreign cities
travel to places i have yet to lay my eyes on
pack a bag and take off, my only motive to feel free
i want to kiss lovers on pavement my toes have never touched
beneath trees rooted with legends in their leaves
ensuring everlasting love
and i want to feel light, rather than weighed down
anchored to one small town
i want to drop everything and get away
to places where time is altered
and the stars are always present
whether it be in the night sky or people's eyes
i want to fall in love with strangers, cities, and scenes
i crave so deeply to feel free
to start anew

but at the same time
i want you to come too

You are the one I am lucky enough to call my best friend
To spend my years with
To fall over my stumbling feet
Into your arms
How much I adore you is beyond words
I would walk through hell over and over again just to get to you
Your hugs make me feel safe and at home
Our moments of being completely
Silly and random
With laughter to go around
Day after day
To be kids together
Work out
And many adventures
My vows to you
Will over time be met and went beyond and added to what I vow to you.
My one and only
Love is hidden in the poem
No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else
Jeff Gaines
I guess I'm too intense.
I guess that I'm too nice.
People are so on guard these days
they return it in kind
with ice.

People have become so afraid
of other people.
I can't say I blame them at all.
But it's not just others they are afraid of ...
They are afraid of dropping the ball.

Everyone is so judgmental.
Everyone out for themselves.
What does it say about us as a race
when we put others lives on shelves?

We seek "followers" and "likes"
just as if they were gold.
What happened to the friendship, kindness and generosity
we once shared in days of old?

"Look at my dress!"

"Look at my dinner!"

"You're such a loser ...
And I'm such a winner!"

"I heard that his Dad don't have a job!"

"I heard she's too poor to come on spring break!"

Is this really who we have become?

We bask in bragging and showing off,
but to empathy we have become numb.

Why should I care about somebody dying
or relationships ending?
It's not my problem ...
"Oh look, I'm trending!"

Everyone is playing
one big video game.
It is destroying who we are
and nothing is quite the same.

And it's not just that this problem
is addiction systemic.
This nightmare of our age
has become epidemic!

We seek approval from those
who could actually care less.
We scold and scorn upon any perceived weakness
and only praise on success.

It's bullying enablement
brings children to kill
or to kill themselves
in a hopeless loss of will.

We outlaw drugs
when for fun we all use.
The same must be done
for this scourge and its societal abuse.

Glory and popularity have taken a whole new meaning
where, to have them we'll take things all too far.
We've lost sight of the forest because of the trees
and lost faith in just who we are.

Letting someone help you or you helping them
brings questions of motive and suspicion.
If we won't trust our friends and our family
how will higher consciousness ever come to fruition?

We upload and post our lives
into a new consciousness they call the "stream".
I know that pride cometh before a fall ...
But what happens when we cease to dream?

I have never engaged in these practices.
I am way to private for that.
See, the friends that I have, have been there for decades
and they always have my back.

These little flat screens have become our alters
where we willingly offer our souls.
All in search of feeling better ...
turning blind eyes to all of its brutal controls.

Smash them I say!

Ground them right under your feet!

I don't mean your phone ... I'm using a metaphor ...
for these soul-crushing apps that you must delete!

We must escape this death
driven by vanity.
Rise out of it all
and lose the insanity.

There's a great big world out there ...

Go out in the sun!

Snap out of this hypnosis ...

And go have some fun!

Stop staring at a screen

And KNOW that you LIVE!

Their judgments mean NOTHING!

You've PLENTY to give!

Leave that laptop behind

Get out of the house.

You just may find a real friend or even a spouse!

Talk with them ... using your voice.
Listen to them ... using your ears.
You just might find a kinship in a soul
that actually lasts through all of your years.

But above all else ... feel this person
Relish in all the moments that you've seen.
Laugh with them, cry with them and always remember ...
You will never get a hug from a screen.
Kinda speaks for itself. I have a "MySpace" page ... somewhere. Haven't been there in years. I NEVER did FB or ANY of the others. And now ... watching it's destruction of our social structure, I am glad I listened to my intuition.

All of the goings on (suicide induced by bullying, SHOOTING rampages in Schools, etc.) have somehow inspired me to coin the phrase "(Anti)Social Media". Feel free to use it and maybe it will open some eyes.

I hope the world wakes up.

See also:

Dwayne Luis
To die, not our wish;
to live, not we deserve;
to stay, not through leash;
to criminals, not we become.
Feelings murdered we,
eyes see do not.
Heart blind it be,
yet courage do knot.
To be gunned down,
not we desire;
to be wanted,
not they will tell;
to live by kiss,
to die by kiss,
we end shall.
A love that is insane and exciting, is a love worth full of risk and unexpected endings.
they say when you meet your soul mate
you will know instantly
but how do we decipher in that very moment
the difference between love and lust

in those few seconds our eyes meet
how are we suppose to know
if this is a devil in disguise
i do not want to be deceived again
If I die today,
Would tears flow,
like a rushing river?
Or the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder?
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger?
Will the world care?
And for a moment,
forget laughter?

If I'm down
to my final heartbeat.
Will anyone be there,
sitting beside me?
When I draw,
the very last breath.
Will you hold my hand,
and feel upset?

If I go,
without saying goodbye.
I want you to know,
that I really tried.
To live and love,
to endure and smile.
To find the truth,
in this realm of lies.

If I'm fated
of leaving soon
to talk with God,
in his glowing room.
I'll be rejoicing,
when I face my doom.
Even I end like a flower,
that withered,
before it blooms.

If inside the casket I lay,
Would there any heaven for me to stay?
Or will my sins, demand me to pay?
Don't even know, how much this life has weighed.

If it's my time, to step on the scale.
Done of my part, in this play.
A lot of regrets,
but nothing more to say.
Wish me luck.
If I die today.
Srijani Sarkar
I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
This is not a love poem
this is an I love you do you love me like
I love you poem
do you know me like
you think you do poem
this is a would you be disappointed
if you did poem
an I have been feeling the chilling of the air
and I cant tell if it is just the fault of the season
or if you, too, are cooling
whatever heat you had for me
browning and falling and
crumbling between my fingers
like the leaves of these oak trees
in november poem
a what would I need to do to keep us warm poem
and this is also
an I may be completely mistaken poem
an it was seventy degrees today poem
this is a show me I am completely mistaken poem
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
in this raw
and simple
i set forth
the notion
our children
need us
and upcoming
we will see
a parade
of some of our
smartest, most
and sweetest
youth marching
united, shoots of
grass roots
who know shots
from assault
i feel
called upon
to pause
at a moment
in time such as this,
challenge myself
to consider
simply the logistics
involved in safely
delivering home
to the nation's
Capitol our most
statistic: our babies
under 18
setting forth
across our aging
bridges and highways
and on airplanes
and charter
buses, away from
their studies, dates
and fun times.
i am ashamed
it has gotten
to this stage

in this raw
and simple
space, i wonder
why i write where
the majority
of us
wander off
from poems about
the most egregious
in our world.
i know politics
is a hot-button
issue and i fall prey
to self-absorption,
but not today.
not this time

this poem
is for the kids.
they're sick
of being shot at.
they're sick
of this shit.
within your soul,
can you feel
how frighteningly
creepy this


if all electricity was to pause
all machinery turned off

if nothing is distracting,
would we finally en masse

globally take responsibility-
feel them, hear them,

hold them, still them-
the world's crying children?
Saturday, March 24.
March For Our Lives,
a name picked
by our babies,
Ciel Noir
We are such            clever creatures to divide
Most everything             into its different sides
With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
H x H
❝the broken love wholly,
the hurt care eternally
and we die constantly.❞
I am waiting
for the apologies
I owe myself,
the begging
for forgiveness
to this body
that has kept
me alive, too
often I point
my fingers
at the flaws
I think I find,
too often I tear
myself down
when I should
appreciate, I must
tell my legs
that I love them
for the roads
they have walked
me down, tell
my arms how thankful
for all the weight
they have helped
me carry, I can
no longer abide
the insults I've
thrown at myself,
this person
that holds me,
each piece is perfect
and deserving
to be held
and told so
it can be forever
forgiven for
being just me.
It's still cold
Fingers going numb
Maybe my heart too
Flowers aren't blooming
Trees aren't growing
It's snowing

Sun down
Hide out

I'm freezing
Walking around
with his hair styled back all neat
his eyes bounding universe and galaxies
and the freckles on his face animating his emotions

he wrote down words and read them aloud
focusing on his enunciation and delivery
as if his next moments depended on it

he dressed for the occasion in fancy attire
sipping on a glass of water
awaiting the answer he yearned for

in the end i told him i would do the same
that i would always be on his side
and that he was my answer to everything

the joy overtook every inch of his face
his smile appearing grander than the cosmos
and he was the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen
we’ll be alright
I am afraid of feeling nothing.
For that reason, I desperately look for depth in every moment.
I crave love; the kind which makes your insides rip apart just to come together again. The kind which makes you forget what was and what will be.
Having only one mind to care about is not enough for me. I want to know a second one. I want to swim in the depth of someone else's dark thoughts. Tell me, do you ever feel lonely?
Open up your heart, let me take a dive. I'll memorize each wave and the rhythm of your currents. And when the sun sets, and leaves place for the moon, I will kindly insist that you take a sip of what I have been drunk off. We will strip down, and leave our clothes in the sand as well as all sense of reality. I'll grab your hand and well run into the ocean's black waves, with the moon our only witness. The water wrapped around our naked bodies, melting into one another. We will kiss, like we were put on this earth to do so. I will kiss you until you forget how to breathe.
I will kiss you, I will kiss you, I will kiss you a thousand times.
I will pretend that you feel as deeply as I do. And in the morning, like trying to catch clouds, I will close my fists to try to keep the feeling from slipping away.
Some nights, I will even scream at the moon, knees on the ground, and beg her to tell me: "was it true? Did it happen?"
I don't want to forget.
I don't want to forget.
Don't let me forget.
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Youllneverunderstand me
Your naked body
Pressed on mine
We kissed

I thought that
I should feel

Thrill, euphoria
Lust, love
Or bliss

But no
I felt
And I'm very sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.  You are everything I have ever wanted, but for some reason touching you leaves me blank.  I feel nothing.  And I am sorry.
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
I met a lady in red with glasses on
She sits near the heavy stone
as i enter the room
she smiles and waved her hand
I watch you from your corner of the party
Everything is moving around you
(Drinks are spilling, people are dancing, laughter is swirling)
Yet you sit perfectly still

You let your blue gaze fall to the ground
Where your feet are tapping so softly
Against the yellow-stained dorm room tile

There you are,
Whispering song lyrics under your breath
Rolling off your tongue
Dripping from your lips
I can't help but become hypnotized
You think no one is watching but
I could watch your lips move all night long
You look so concentrated
Driving me wild every time you bite down
Ever so gently
Every time the letter "v" arises

Sing me a song, pretty boy
I want to get lost in your words
Let me slip into a trans
I want to fall so hard it hurts
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
I am a poet;
that is to say
I am an artist;
that is to say
I can create any color
with only black ink;
that is to say
I'm different in how I think;
that is to say
my heart is my mind;
that is to say
my logic controls me,
for better or worse;
that is to say
it's often a curse.
I take all my follies
and write them in verse.
I open the cage to my pain
and free it.
I choose words carefully
to make you feel it,
and see it.
That is to say
I sculpt it from raw;
that is to say
I am an artist;
that is to say
I am a poet.
sitting underneath the stairs, i realized suddenly:
i could die here.

i could die here,
and would anyone know?
i could die here, under the dirty staircase,
and nothing would change.

a friend of mine came for me eventually;

someone i don't know too well,
but well enough.

and she squeezed my hand and told me,
"you're not alone."

as my breathing grew ragged and my chest constricted and my eyes ached, i belatedly realized that was the most terrifying prospect of all.
only thing worse than feeling alone is knowing that so many others feel alone... hope everyone out there is feeling loved.
She Writes
In regards to promiscuity
A man gets a cheer and a clap
While a woman gets a slap
On the wrist
And a tsk tsk

Oh the double standard
Brownies, Bogart's, or Borrowers within my halls,
  pitter patter of small shoes in my dusty walls,
I hear the ranting and mumbling of his voice echoing in my rooms,
The scraping of his small tools fill me with gloom,
the knocking, pounding, and banging at night make my nightmares come to life,
so if i was you,
i would plaster and grout every small hole you find about,
for it is not a good thing to have a small being running about your things,
so save your frustrations about the tiny thing and call a exterminator and do the right thing.
Copyright Michael Robert triska March 2018 this poem was for a Saint Patty's Day DND game.
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