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I want to be in your window
I want to be on your slab
I want to be on your shop wall
As a diagram of cuts to be had

But I don't want to be sold by you
Unless to customers of value
I don't want you to sell me cheap
For just any old barbeque

I want you to sell me as the best
Unique, a one time presentation
I want me to be the meat
That makes your reputation

Look, I'm tender, use your skills
Lay me open to the light
Let me be the demonstration
Of the artistry of your knife

You have made me perfect
Everything has led to this consuming
I am compliant, I bow my head
For this my final abusing
Tommy Randell Jan 16
I want to be in your window
I want to be on your slab
I want to be on your shop wall
As a diagram of cuts to be had

But I don't want to be sold by you
Unless to customers of value
I don't want you to sell me cheap
For just any old barbeque

I want you to sell me as the best
Unique, a one time presentation
I want me to be the meat
That makes your reputation

Look, I'm tender, use your skills
Lay me open to the light
Let me be the demonstration
Of the artistry of your knife

You have made me perfect
Everything has led to this consuming
I am compliant, I bow my head
For this my final abusing
Tommy Randell Jun 2019
long poems bore me
as short poems restore me -
it's in my nature.
amber Jan 2019
this guilt,
is eating me alive.
i think it would hurt less,
if beetles did instead.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
Tuition fee: X
Development fee: Y
Security fee: Z

Extra-curricular fee,
probably : V
Fee to **** time,
mandatorily: W

Cost of being good,
“ZERO”, I evaluate.

Here,
We pay a handsome waste,
X, Y, Z, V, W
to be nothing.

With a hope,
to be something.
Genre: Beyond Poetry
Theme: Education becoming costlier
Bongani Moyo Nov 2016
I've killed myself a thousand times over with the things I've left unsaid.

Watching some of the things I've wanted most fall into the hands of another so many times I'm convinced it's part of the script.

My depth betrays me. My mind defeats me. But I know it's the only thing that will ever free me.
When you truly want something. Speak up.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2015
There are too many hairs
I keep blowing off my keyboard
To pretend they aren’t there
And that they can be ignored.
I can't pretend I have gone blind,
I am admitting they are all there
And that they come from me;
They truly are my own hair.

It must be true, I hazard
Because I can see my scalp.
It’s a situation from aging
For which there is no help.
I have long expected it.
It will do no good to whine.
The disappearing tonsure
I needs must claim as mine.

And so I placate myself
With selfish comparisons
I may look older than others
But much better than some.
Not many decades ago
I once thought sixty was old.
I am thankful for my friends
Who decided not to scold.

They knew I was being
Just the least bit callow.
But they avoided labeling me
With words like vain and shallow.
So, perhaps the vain part
I have with me even now,
And I would abandon that
If I could figure out how.
C Sep 2014
Took three entrance exams, and taking one more this month.
All four are for the most prestigious universities.
They're popular choices for dreamers like me,
But fighting for a spot under their programs
Isn't as easy as others make it out to be.

Do I belong to University No. 1,
Where it proudly adorns and displays its title
As the Top 1 university in the whole wide country?
Sure, I'd love to work with fine, brilliant minds
But the question is: will I survive?

Or, do I belong to No. 2,
Where my father had once studied?
'I'll always be a blue eagle,' he'd proudly say.
I've always dreamed of being like him
I also heard this college had awesome laboratories

Then again, maybe University No. 3
Could be the one for me.
I could continue my heroic saga as a green archer
Cozying up in one of the largest libraries ever
With a book in hand and a heart filled with contentment

Perhaps it's University No. 4,
Which had the easiest exam so far
I've been encouraged left and right by doctors that
Should I pursue my lengthy medical studies
University No. 4 is the right place for me

Where do I belong?
I'll be away from home soon; I'm preparing myself well
For the college of my choice and the reality it brings with it
Here I am, sitting, asking myself again:
Where do I belong?
In case you couldn't tell, these four universities are (respectively): 1. UP, 2. Ateneo, 3. DLSU, 4. UST.

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