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Are you King?
or are you Queen?
Which one of these are you?
Or, are you someone else instead?
Are you someone new?

Do you play the intellect?
Are you smarter than the rest?
If you are the intellect
What makes you the best?

Is your role the writer?
Putting words upon a page
Or, maybe you're an actor
Portraying characters on stage

Whichever one you choose to be
Always play it well
Is what you are a secret?
One you'll never tell

I can't play an instrument
A musician I'll not be
My brain won't work with science
A doctor, that's not me

At times I have played many roles
Sometimes, way back in school
I lost myself for a short time
And in the end, I played the fool

There are many roles that you will play
As you work your way through life
Husband, brother, father
Mother, daughter, wife

No matter which you choose to play
The fool is only one
Story teller, wordsmith
Make sure that you have fun

So, in the morning sunshine
Ask yourself "who shall I play?"
A new one, or an old one?
Just who am I today?
Alp Feb 2019
This one
will be a short one
and of course *****
as is said on title
It'll be so much *****
that you can't dare to
whisper it to your partner's ear
while you two were making out
Because this poem
STINKS and it's *****.
Hunger Feb 2019
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Remem­ber when we ran away,
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Remember when saying I love u was all I could say,
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Remember when we would run into each other's passionate caress,
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Now we are in this ugly mess,
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But with all these good times in our mind,
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It allows us to hide behind,
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Foot long smiles,
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That we can wear for miles,
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Thank you for the good days,
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That keep me going when things go the wrong ways.
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Still makes me smile when I look back
Cece Feb 2019
I don’t know why
I love peaches like I do,
perhaps because they're sweet
and remind me of you.
Maybe because they’re messy
and their juice gets my hands sticky,
so I don’t forget the lingering taste.
It could be because the smell
brings me back to past summers
spent with friends just peaceful,
eating peaches and spilling tea.
Peach tea, I guess.
I don’t know why
I love peaches so readily,
Perhaps because they're tender,
and bruise just as easily as me.
i love peaches
Hunger Feb 2019
Hi am crazy,
I have the perfect mix of soldier and lazy,
When i pass the flowers die,
When i pass the children cry,
I laugh i joke i have good fun,
Slaughtering all the people under the sun,
I am just an innocent child,
All the crimes i have done are just quite mild,
Except all the things that make me smile,
That list of accusations is quite the pile,
Each one could put me away for life,
At least those people don't have to deal with all their strife,
So let me sing,
And let me bring,
The death i love,
No peace or dove,
Bullets and rockets,
Picking dead men's pockets,
Plastered my face with many a smiles,
As i carry on my fun for miles after miles,
All my friends carried away,
Of course for the time they need to pay,
They thought it would be cool but they knew i was mad,
But at least i will never have to be sad,
Which is a fact that makes me quite glad,
Sorry if i hurt you a bit,
But that building just needed to be more lit,
Sorry if your parents died,
Not my fault they failed to hide,
Sorry for all this chaos i bring,
And that is the only thing about which i am lying.
/|LONG LIVE ANARCHY|\
\|FOREVER  AND   EVER|/
YES
Ifeanyi Ndolo Feb 2019
Air
I'm fixated on the sky
on constantly feeling high
On seeing the view from the clouds
above all the shroud
Above all the hate and pollution
Safe from intrusion
Because I wanna stay high
and that is no lie.
Hunger Feb 2019
''':::::Stuck:::::'''
''':::::Magically:::::'''
''':::::In:::::''­'
''':::::Love:::::'''
''':::::Eternally:::::'''
YAY
Crystal Freda Feb 2019
A winter breeze
brushed against the tassels
of her velvet scarf.

She breathed in
the misty, wet smells
that melt her heart.

Her mittens tickled
the warm, scarlet wool
padded in her pockets.

Winds back and forth
against the snowy trees
rocking large  snow deposits.

She smiled at the
mushy, muddy tracks
her boots evenly made.

She bunched up
a big ball of powdery snow
and in that she played.
Hunger Feb 2019
A love without life,
A Dead min with no wife,
A world without a spin,
Not a single soul within,
Despair the loss of all it had,
Being lifeless only seems more bad,
No love without life,
Though no days without strife,
Breath in the air,
Love doesn't only take a pair,
LOVE TAKES LIFE
For Fawn -- A Devoted Fellow Poet
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