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Perhaps the oddity surrounding the absence of my born-day on most calendars explains my reluctance to grow up. I keep spinning through the motions of life's dizzying roundabout waiting for someone to pull me off. I long for that someone to hold my long hair as I ***** the past onto the playground and shake the sand out of my scuffed chelsea boots. some are born in mangers while i emerged on the 29th, schrodingers bissextile day bisexual, bipolar boy gifts will not arrive no ribbons to untie, only winners unwrap parcels of joy broken lovers treat as a stray dog - yesterday's paper, flat-battery toy. the dying sun keeps on rising and every evening setting too... here i lay dying, perhaps subconsciously I wait, seeking signs of a brighter day. (unconsciously forgetting) one day helios will set and not rise again, finally then I'll realise my mistakes. truth be told, subjectively as objective this game, in end is the only one enforcing the stakes, and those seem to be for keeps, however paradoxically (me thinks) ...even when you win, (I've finally begun to see), the only true outcome is this: on that day, a day no calendar lists. slowly, predeterminedly we all lose in the end.
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
leap year (cry) baby
Perhaps the oddity surrounding the absence of my born-day on most calendars explains my reluctance to grow up. I keep spinning through the motions of life's dizzying roundabout waiting for someone to pull me off. I long for that someone to hold my long hair as I ***** the past onto the playground and shake the sand out of my scuffed chelsea boots. some are born in mangers while i emerged on the 29th, schrodingers bissextile day bisexual, bipolar boy gifts will not arrive no ribbons to untie, only winners unwrap parcels of joy broken lovers treat as a stray dog - yesterday's paper, flat-battery toy. the dying sun keeps on rising and every evening setting too... here i lay dying, perhaps subconsciously I wait, seeking signs of a brighter day. (unconsciously forgetting) one day helios will set and not rise again, finally then I'll realise my mistakes. truth be told, subjectively as objective this game, in end is the only one enforcing the stakes, and those seem to be for keeps, however paradoxically (me thinks) ...even when you win, (I've finally begun to see), the only true outcome is this: on that day, a day no calendar lists. slowly, predeterminedly we all lose in the end.
Rob_Bruwer
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Cape Town
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
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