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Kenlum Michaelson
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
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Ayn
Confusion
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Ayn
Like a spell,
Diffusing itself from the wand,
Or a petrified cat,
When it’s cage is opened,
a wave of
Conflicting
Confounding emotions
Drown me in their lust...

Their lust for hatred.
Is this spell of confusion
Just to ignite a flaming rage?
Or am I too confused
To think clearly?
On the last stanza, i put an intentional double meaning. Spell of confusion, like magic, or spell of confusion, like a dizzy spell, a short term effect on mind or body.
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Ayn
Human
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Ayn
To dehumanize someone
Is to break the chains
That hold their wings
To an earthen reality.

Does complicated emotion
Really prove
That we are above animals?

Or does it drag us down?
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Ayn
Untitled
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Ayn
Spreading wings
And releasing feathers,
The dove flies through
A ring of flame.

The scroll of negotiation
Unscathed by the battlefield.
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Ayn
Untitled
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Ayn
Simmering through the walls
Shimmering above my head
Shrouding the room
In a cloak of light.
I live inside
This world so bright.
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Ayn
Untitled
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Ayn
Leave me for the worms,
Run, or let me run.
I don’t care what you do.
I’ll only hurt you
By being here,
So you should just hurt me,
And save yourself
From a corrupt heart.
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Ayn
Awake
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Ayn
Maybe it’s time
That I wake up;
Throw caution
To the wind
for once in my life.

A fleeting flame
Only needs a log
To relight it’s inferno.
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MicMag
being written
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MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 Aug 2020 Grey
Alienpoet
There are galaxies inside of me
waiting to be explored.
There are stories to be told that leave you wanting more
there are religions in the chaos of my mind
but I am blind to all the possibilities,
fed by science’s facts
the love in my heart set on targets I will never reach
the knowledge I will never preach
the words I won’t speak
but I am the madness
the chaos the light the order the darkness
I am the shadow of a prophet
a wizard’s fairy tale...
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