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 Aug 2018 arowana
Praggya Joshi
I am small
But I'm eons away
From being insignificant
And trivial
I am tiny
But my mind possesses
Fathomless proportions
Indisputably
I am willowy
But my bones are ripe
With a strength
of the oldest living tree
My voice is faint
But I roar like a lion
With my actions
So think
Not only twice
But a million times
Before you decide
To sweep me off
Like an atom of dust perhaps
Beware
Of my imperceptible
Yet piercing brilliance
Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?
Problems only We True Artists face.
 Jul 2018 arowana
glassea
my skin tingles like
it's trying to abandon the body
that was wired wrong

my feet itch like
if they could run away from me
they'd go to you hoping to be enough

and my chest hurts from
the heartache of not loving you
if i could love you like that, i would. guess i was just born wrong, huh?
 Jul 2018 arowana
qynce b
never understood
my love being platonic
will make it worth less
i want you
 Jul 2018 arowana
chasing rain
i am in love with you.

i am in love with the way
your eyes
curl into crescent shapes
when you’re happy.

i am in love with the way
your laugh
rings through my ears
like wind chimes on a breezy spring day.

i am in love with the way
your cold hands
fit into my warm ones,

and how you look at me
with reassurance i need
when i’m ready to burst into tears.

but i cannot love you
the way you want me to.

(let me explain myself.)

i am in love with the
thought
of you.

i am in love with the
concept
of you.

i am not in love
with
you.

i love you,
my dearest friend.

i do not love you
as my partner.

and i cannot love you
the way you love me.

i cannot give myself completely to you
because i am not
in love.

(and i never will be.)
—and for that, i am sorry
 Jul 2018 arowana
Luna
It is everywhere
On the radio
In my friends' eyes
Right in front of me

It is part of life
The happy ending to every book
Part of life’s plan
What makes us human

It is a milestone
The progression of dating
Then marriage
And children

It is society’s solution
The one for sadness
For mental illness
To keep going when the world falls apart

It is why I am different
Unable to relate to the subplots in movies
To my friends' love lives
And will not ever have the option to

It is what the world will not understand
Why it calls me heartless
Unloving
And vile

It is inescapable
In the name of who I am
The name of my community
Aromantic

It is the reason I feel alienated
Because love is love
But I cannot love
At least not in the way the world wants me too
Sometimes living as an aromantic person is hard. Just some thoughts on living in a world where romantic love is everywhere, but you can't feel it.
 Jul 2018 arowana
Emma
I’m sorry
 Jul 2018 arowana
Emma
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I know we have been down this road before.
But please know that I’m trying,
Like I have so many times before.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I didn’t mean what I said before.
I’ll love you like I always have
Until you’re not breathing anymore.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I didn’t want to relapse once more.
But sometimes I’m holding the knife
And I can’t see straight at all.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I know you hate to watch me bleed.
I hope it’s for the last time,
I pray, for you and me.
To those who have never given up on me.
 Jul 2018 arowana
Vlads
A friend that I had a lot in common
A friend that saw their old self in me
A friend that knew I was alone
And a friend that always had my back

We'd read books
We'd write poems
We'd watch movies
We'd talk about everything

But it was when we got too close
Too close that made me feel afraid
Too close that I distanced myself
Too close that I often never replied

He knocked at my door, I never opened
But he still cared
He said I'd call him, I never did
But he still cared

I know I've changed
But now I saw him happy
Happier than being with me
So near yet so far

Now I opened my doors
But he wasn't there
I tried calling him
But he wasn't there

Now I regret
That I long for that friend
I had a friend
That friend I took for granted
Poem for a friend
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