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polina May 5
On a cold November evening, she met herself
Her reflection was shivering; confident,
Her lips cold; her smile warm
On a cold November evening, she saw herself

Her eyes sparkled with humor in time with the gentle dance of the snow,
Each snowflake a waltz reflecting her mood
And she asked herself, how did you get here, me?
How did you escape your cage?

And she answered, oh darling, I never did.
The cage simply outgrew me, and the iron bars scraped my arms
I hurt myself no longer, but I still hurt
And yet it was all worth it, to see that look in your eyes

On a cold November evening, she walked away
Those iron bars so far from her hopeful face -
A cage so big she didn’t understand how she could ever leave
And yet the phantom pain on her arms was a promise
That this wasn’t forever.
Mia J May 4
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi
I’ve known her for 20 years
She’s beautiful
She has a smile as gorgeous as the sun and golden full moon
Her laugh would make birds chirp even more
She has a big nose
She once hated it
She has an uneven skin tone
Mixed with black and brown
She once hated this
Then there’s her cheekbones
Her voice is low like an alto’s but she’s
an orator
She has natural black hair
that curls and shrinks
She’s 5’0 ft and proud
She’s thick and curvy
She's beautiful
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi

Then there’s me
My name is Ta’Mia
Middle name is Mikki (a)
I’m Mia’s owl
I love her
I might be small on the outside
But on the inside, I’m as tall as I want
Big things do come in small packages
I’m a wonderful woman
Mia will understand her hardships
I tell her to be strong
I help her to walk with a strut
I help her keep her head up
We’re a force to be reckoned with
No, I’m not perfect
Neither is Mia
But we put one foot in front of the other
continuously
And walk to success and greatness

-Mia J
1-28-2019
© 2019 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2019
Mark Penfold Apr 30
Those multitudel inglorious days,
With eager tounge and fearless youth.
Indignant in our stubborn ways,
We fought the system nail and tooth.

Unreliance on mechanical wears,
Or self compliance bitter taught.
We sought the path that wanted wear,
A princely sum yet still we bought.

Sheer confidence in ones esteem,
But pride will always take a fall.
Those days rush by me like a stream,
Too fast to catch or yet recall.

Immortal reason warmed our bones,
We chased the sun and caught its rays.
Auspicious notions now outgrown,
Of early bird inglorious days.
wrote a poem for the first time in a long time last night about the temperance of youth! Hope you enjoy. PS. Sorry about the spelling and grammar, never been my forte.
It is awake,

as so am I!


A chirpy chirp,

bravado to the world,

like a feather,

or leaves in the fall.


To be ceased,

at the wonder of it all,

and stare at the wall.
So easily found and lost, finding out who you are, and the cost of keeping it up.
Go watch the parrot sketch from Monty Python.
“The one thing you shall not eat,
Can devour what you be.
The Red sweetness holds thee;
Core of poison, core of deceit.”

For many others without conscience tells,
They chant lies, they clang bells.
For power is not its conflict of corruption,
But a light to evil, a light of destruction.

Apple drops a head of thought.
Others, however, are long got.
For they have no will,
long gone they sought.

They boldly think, they blindly condemn,
Yet logic’s truth eludes each of them.
Because, presence wises the bird of them.

The worm that eats, the sweetness it brings.
The bird eats it so, masqueraded in wings.
For knowledge only gives moths light,
the tempt to corruption, arrogance flight.

And no told that numbers are right,
No knowledge of order, ultimate sight.
They chopped the apple tree, fuel it alight.
Now, they pay their price, their final blight.
If you think it’s knowledge that is poison, then your confidence fell into my trap. For the power of ignorance, hubris is inevitable.
If you never Stand up
Show everyone who you really are
If you never give it a try
Then how will you know?
WHAT IT’S LIKE TO REALLY BE ALIVE!
Put your self out there
Plant your feet firmly
And say to the world Excuse Me
Could I have your attention please
I’ve got something to say
Come on
Don’t put it off till tomorrow
Do it today
Courageousness is the way  
Don’t be afraid
Say what you gotta say
Earn their respect
It’s not that hard
This is your show
You are the star
Stand up,
Let everyone know who you really are
What you’re all about
It’s never enough to just stand up.
You should always try to stand out!
Use your voice,
Be loud,
Be proud
YELL!
SCREAM and Shout!
You’ve got this
Don’t chicken out!
This was written as and piece to inspire someone with being afraid of public speaking, and not being too confident or sure of themselves. Thank you for reading.
Mimi Apr 16
Strength is the power you have any put into something. Strength isn't muscle or smarts it's confidence and knowing your worth and limits.
Everyone has strength but may not be seen by everyone but it's in you. Remember you have strength, you're strong and stay yourself but you are amazing.
stay yourself you're perfect the way you are
Sudzedrebel Apr 15
We know that which we know.
That being that we only know
That which is learning, to grow.
That knowing is to learn.
It is to never completely be sure
Of that which you already understand,
Yet to be totally assured.
For in that ignorance,
There is wisdom.
Damocles Apr 15
Save me,
I’m drowning in a sea of doubts,
Life rafts have sunk, and this birch log is soggy
There’s so much I want to say if I could say.

Save me,
My voice feels hoarse,
There’s a sharp pain in my chest when I breathe
And I’m not quite sure if you’re still here with me.

Save me,
Violence deafens reason,
No longer listening to conscience
When red is such a pretty shade to paint the roadways.

Save me,
There’s a dream I had,
Stolen in the waking beat of lashes
And I can’t go back home,
Can’t find my way back down those roads
That brought me to a happy end.

“Goodbye sunshine,
In the wake of all the storms I’ve been
The wreck I cause in the wake of retribution
Somewhere in this tsunami wave
I’ve washed upon the shore, not sure of self
Who did I become to win a war already won?”

Save me,
I fear what’s to come,
If I don’t find the sun,
Need to shine in the garden,
Grow my precious crop,
And harvest the goodness like a wholesome truth.
We all get a little down in our feelings. Sometimes, you feel like life is an uphill battle or that you have to defeat those who are chaotic evil in the world. Sometimes, you have to realize you have to protect your own peace at any cost. Let the Law handle things, and let karma catch up to those who choose to do harm. This isn't a cry of defeat, this is me boldly saying, "Hey, I've lost what made me me, help me regain perspective."
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