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on the stool the Mantis sat
I watched him for a good while
until he turned to face the piano
stretched his incredibly long legs and arms
and began to play
a version of colorblind so intensely beautiful
it brought tears to my dry eyes and warmth to my frozen heart
just after the final note echoed down the hallway
he snagged a fly that had fallen under the hypnotic beauty of his play
he turned his head in that funny way they do
and gazed at me
blinked one eye and said
'never assume'
don't ask
The Unknown Nov 25
They can tell
When my
liver's working too hard
But they can't tell
When I'm on

They accuse
of mischief
and mayhem
but they don't know I'm high
till I tell them
s a m Aug 24
You are a loser.
It's not right to claim that
you are great.
You can do well.
But that's not true because
You are less of a person.
You'll never succeed since
you are just an underdog.

(Now read bottom up.)
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Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
our love was always the pink elephant in the room
everyone saw it
except us
once we realised, it was already over and done
Ana Jun 8
I have a tendency to romanticise,
A habit of hoping.
Jumping to conclusions in my mind,
Maybe it's a way of coping.

It's caused a few issues,
Assumptions tend to do so.
But my mind won't give up that easily,
It sure doesn’t like hearing, 'no.'

So I may as well embrace it,
After all, what's so bad about hope?
Maybe that’s what we all need,
Maybe that’s a good way to cope.

I'm not sure how I feel about this one. I like the first stanza or so, but it went a different way than I was expecting. Let me know what you think!
Ken Pepiton May 25
That hawk,
the one who sometimes attracts my attention,
repeating a pattern of swooping ellipses, as if

signaling me,
I'm witcha man, I fly by each day to say,

look up, I'm witcha man, which

is what my lizard brain would say, I think,
if it had words,

to express awareness of the pattern seeming

warrant a closer look.

Ah, I see. The hawk is not signaling me, she is hunting
my neighbor's range fed chickens.
At a glance, I figured it out.
Grey Dec 2019
She's not made of glass.
She's not worried about breaking.
She's not delicate.

You don't know how she feels.
You don't understand why she doesn't want the spotlight.
You don't get what it's like.

She wouldn't want you to talk about this.
She doesn't want them to know.
She won't want you to tell them when you have it all wrong.

Stop making assumptions.
Stop breaking her trust.
Stop talking for her.

This isn't what she wants.
This is why she's hesitant.
This is what she's afraid of.
My sister is the bravest, strongest, selfless, best person I know. Stop. Please. You don't get it. I don't get it. Nobody gets it, not completely. Nobody but her knows exactly what it's like to be in her mind. So don't tell others when you have it all wrong. They don't have to know. They shouldn't know, not from you, not from anybody but her. I'm so tired of this. You're supposed to be the one who supports her the most. You have to think about what she wants. You have to think about what it's like to be her. I guess you try, but you get it all wrong. So stop it! Please.. just don't...
Grey Dec 2019
They say I'm perfect.
They say they wish they were me.
I scoff in their face.

They don't know my life.
They haven't traversed my mind
or searched through my thoughts.

They know nothing of
what it is like to be me.
They don't get to say

That I am perfect
Any more than I can say
I know their life story.
when we start our day
how it might end

whether we'll see
our loved ones again
after we say goodbye to them
in the morning

wheter the world
will kerp on turning
as we know it

we do not know

yet we asssume

a world built on asumptions
is the only one
we have
Nina Jun 2019
I made him think I've moved on
So that he wouldn't have to worry
About me loving him anymore
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