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Diane Sep 2013
Like multiple personalities
Creatures inhabit me
I know each persona as she lives
Sweepingly amalgamated
Feminine and Feline
Paradoxal archetype
In woman’s intuition
I am free!
And I would be nothing less
Alexis  Feb 2015
Names
Alexis Feb 2015
Jake.
Your name felt bitter on my lips.
Jake.
You touched her and I screamed.
Jake.
You gave great hugs.
Jake.
Your glares cut like knives.
Jake.
Your laugh sounds empty.
Jake.
Your smile is forced.
Jake.
All you.
Alexis
My name doesn't touch your lips.
Alexis.
I touch him and you don't care.
Alexis.
I held on for a little too long.
Alexis.
Eyes filled with tears instead of glares.
Alexis.
My laugh is full.
Alexis.
My smile is genuine.
Alexis.
So paradoxal.
Marília Galvão Feb 2013
Now the objects around
They are close to me, they touch me
But no, I cannot feel them with little space
Slowly sufocating, light speed irritating

Now the objects in orbit
They are distant, the wind can blow between us
But joy, I can feel them
I see them from the far spot
Light speed perceiving, slowly breathing
Me and You  Dec 2019
As a Patient
Me and You Dec 2019
I once was
in a hospital for depressed people
and I have never seen a place where roles
were switched
in such a paradoxal way.
Also the doc's final statement to me was: Well we think something must have just really made you insecure. Next time that happens, just do anything to distract yourself - clean the windows if necessary, just anything really!
This was such a symbolical statement. I think the doctors were much more scared inside than I was. I just stirred them up.
Don't ever hand over your own healing powers. You always have them.
Liz And Lilacs Feb 2016
Just as there is no lie
without a kernel of truth,
There is no truth
untainted by human tongues.
She breathes fire by day
A sensual being
Of passion and light
Quick to smile
Quick to anger

Her body, soft and hard
Quintessentially paradoxal
Always at odds, even to itself

Admire her lithe curves
Enjoy her ways
Like a storm
Or the waves
But respect her tempest

Fires that smolder
Smokey eyes
That have been darkened by rage

Lips that wrestle smiles
Wrenching forth laughing so
Quickening joy
Then knocked of balance
Over again

Strength and desires
Fear and spite
Bitter delights
Of a gemini's days
After day
Grasping sinews on a trust worthy heart,
breaking through an unseen boundary,
the common reality.

Finding oneself, alone among the masses
looking through mosaic glasses.

The city seems distant,
from atop the grassy knoll.

Careening downward, shifting vision,
a paradoxal mode.

Serpentine breaths, squeezing my lungs,
corrupting my scent
with a flick of the tongue.

Rivers of blood,
carrying souls of the forgotten,
coursing my veins,

Debris; scattered, rotten
Alexandra of Old Dec 2012
Turn the other cheek
They said

Learn to say no
They said

Be obedient
They said

Vote Obama!
They said

Vote red!
They said

Stay in
They said

Go smoke
They said

Well convoluted minds
Histories
Experiences
Paradoxal Opinions

Confused
Beffuddled
Hurt me.

No. No. No.
But one of these is wise.
But one of these should be heeded.
Know who I am? What for?

Youth for parties
Youth for learning
Youth for discovering

But no.
Youth for nothing.
Youth for everything.
That’s the Beauty of this world.

But then the creeping folds
At the corner of eyes,
Framing the mouth
And the filmy eyes
And the sudden aches
And the sluggish pace
And the Beauty is gone
And the wise are back.

— The End —