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Jack L Martin Sep 12
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Hint: I put a hex on you!

Dedicated to all the geeks and freaks who support the digital world.
I don't work for a tangible currency
I ***** for digital binary
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While I scribble poetry
Emptying my personal winery
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this is in binary because i'm a nerd
Chris Bee Apr 13
They Say
Say We
We All
All Have
Have To
To Be
Be One
One Way
Way Or
Or Another.

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Hopefully a little bit more positive than my usual content :D
Poetic T Apr 10
Endearment of meaningful
                               coalescing,
static in the embraces
               like stars observed.

But sincerity wonders like
                         binary stars,
closely coalescing in embrace.
Pyrhos Mar 31
Give me your youth, feed me your time
You've come to me first, but now you are mine

Feed me your story, give me your mind
Is there any more that you'd like me to find?

Now get in line, can you see all the eyes?
They're only expecting the best of your lies

Why make it work, when you can just go?
When red and blue mix, I don't like it so

Loved ones who care? Friends who would stay?
Whatever, it's not like you need them anyway

Just play with me some more, get into me deeper
I am after all, your only way to a keeper

Look at the lot of them, so happy and proud
You should march along, no dissent allowed

Matrices and columns is all that I know
Now just you wait for the ****** of my show

All of them are hooked, changing as they go
This perverted gallery soon is all they know

You think this might be bad, but it's just a taste
A mind is a beautiful thing to carelessly waste
Julia Aubrey Feb 5
perhaps we were meant to meet at a different time, on a different planet, in a different universe.

maybe we were meant to glide past each others warmth and flourish in the rays we put off.

it's a silly feeling. being bottled up tight and released with zero gravity to guide its course.

fuzzy and twinkling, like two stars in a strong orbit around a common barycenter.

it's like we're dancing around the same feelings, the same glow, but never realizing we're spinning to the same force which holds it all together.

set ablaze, spinning spirits letting off sparks of stardust we silently wait for our moment to shine.

whether that be together or apart...

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-
Phoenix Jan 24
For you, it’s a simple question.
You can just say,
“Obviously, I’m a girl.”
“Duh, I’m a boy”
But for me,
It’s a question that burns
Through my mind.
It’s like an identity quiz
Where all the answers are wrong,
No matter how much you decide
To change them.

I’m twelve years old.
They’ve just handed me a bright white paper.
Are you a boy or a girl?
That’s the question they ask on every evaluation sheet.
Are you a boy or a girl?
I can only sit there,
Pencil tapping nervously against the table.
I stare at those two white boxes.
Am I a boy or a girl?
What is so wrong with my mind,
That I am not able to choose one?

I’m five years old,
The teacher asks us to make the flower our favorite color.
Pink or blue?
I don’t want to choose,
So I split the flower in the middle
One half pink
One half blue.
The teacher comes and says
“At least you tried.”
What does that mean?
I put effort into
coloring inside the lines
And making it
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Interesting.
Different.
And all she can say is
“At least you tried.”
Am I only allowed to choose
one?

I’m eleven years old.
I’m looking through my drawer,
Picking out clothes to wear.
The black shirt
Or the white one?
They both look nice with the pants I’ve chosen.
I know I can’t wear both,
Because only one shirt can fit on my body.
Only one.
I hastily pick the white shirt,
Only to realize
They didn’t match as well as I thought they had.

I’m twelve years old,
Still staring at that sheet.
Am I a boy or a girl?
I searched hard,
Only to find
There’s not a single thing that’s wrong
With my mind.

What makes me a girl?
Is it my hair,
Or my face,
Or the way I love to paint and make pottery?
Or maybe it’s the way all my friends are girls.
The way I love painting nails.

What makes me a boy?
Is it the way I refuse to wear a dress or skirt,
Or the way you can always find me practicing archery
In the hot summer?
The way I hate pink.
How I always play soccer and basketball.

Black or white?
Fight or flight?
Pink or blue?
Boy or girl
Boy or girl,
Boy or girl?
Why not both?
So I wrote this a few years ago, when I was still questioning my gender. Now I've realized I'm a boy so this poem doesn't really apply to me anymore. This poem is dedicated to my past self, and all the non-binary/ gender questioning kids still trying to find their place in the world.

P.S. It's supposed to be a spoken word poem
Zero Nine Nov 2017
I was a trap the last time they looked.
They saw me now, they saw me, saw I as I is now
I wasn't a trap last time I looked.
I saw me then, I saw me, saw I as I ever
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your sacred *** -- it's cute that you're afraid.
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible *** -- not even were I paid!

Though, that was then, and now is here.
Those aspirations, declare them dead.
Those old roads ended, I left for highways.
Those highways laid pink and blue lines.
Those definitions left me seeing red.

Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible *** -- not even were I paid!

But, if you offered it, that would be a different story.
:)
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