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Leia Spencer Feb 2019
When I was young
I would spend hours
Braiding and undoing
My thick golden hair
Now that I’ve grown
I pull strands of sunlight
Out of the sky
To braid the golden strings
Into a crown
And claim my rightful place
After all, I wasn’t named Leia for nothing
-waiting to be recognized as a general instead of a princess
It was all practice for the real deal
Annie Dec 2018
My first year I learned to do my work
The second one I learned to love it too
The third year I learned to talk to people
Finally, I fell in love with you
This was not written from my perspective :)
Oskar Roux Dec 2018
There’s two types of people in this world and some of them aren’t as confident, proud, outgoing, steadfast, and brave, the list is endless, as others. This is written for those who take the back seat for the most part and don’t always love the lime light. Don’t worry, some of us understand you.

She wakes up in the morning
and rolls Herself out of bed
She tries Her hardest and clears Her busy head.
She gets to the mirror and sees Her smile.
"Oh my word what a pile of ****...
I still have to do today
just to say that I am done"
is what She needs to tell Herself everyday
but She sadly stops at part one.

She examines herself,
takes the make up off the shelf
and puts on Her face for the day.
She thinks of all the people She needs to face
And what exactly She needs to say.

To be polite … while being precise
but without being Un-PC.
but these words evade Her
like steadiness in a seizure
so many faces that daunt Her,
past social encounters that haunt Her
and it’s only the beginning of the day.
when I see Her engage with the   
bewilderment of people,       
it’s an interesting sight in itself.

(as David Attenborough)
as the female puts her best foot forward,      she also uses Her sceptical eye too     
and Her heart, goes back in its shell.       
it’s not that She doesn’t trust the other humans in the species,      and it’s not that you aren’t to be liked,       
but She needs to tell if the friendship is for one second or for life.

I watch Her and notice how She holds a conversation like I want Her to hold my               
....... heart.        Anxiously, yet tentatively and caringly too.
But it’s lunch time now and for Her that relief,
to sit, not eat, and have a self-debrief.         
“you’re done with half of things in your way for today, and it’s all smooth sailing from here!”
is what She needs to tell Herself right now       
but there’s a slight change added in Her schedule,
its panic and ******.                     
“WHAT EVER SHALL I DO?”.             
then the soothing voice,
of Her chubby Adonis,             
has to tell her what to do:       
“EK SE FOKKEN WOAH!       
don’t you worry,             
don’t you fret,
together we’ll see this through.   
You’re already half way done and you’ve climbed small mountains,     give yourself credit where it is due!”       
but in her mind, it sounds, otherwise       
it sounds like there’s still mountains ahead     
and only molehills achieved.     
and the energy levels are depleted.     
and baby now you’re halfway.

So it’s something to ponder how someone can wonder and stress and dwell and plea.     
on social situations that you may take for granted as something to face on the daily.            
so, don’t be impatient, but for once just stand in Her shoes and find some other ways to wipe away and not give them their blues.
A spoken word piece I did based on my Fiance and her general daily anxieties
Oskar Roux Dec 2018
There's that thing that lingers
In every one of us.
Staying just out of sight,
But not out of mind.

One  Black (w)hole.

Two halves of a whole.
Two holes that see desire.
Two pieces to the puzzle,
Two mysteries to decode and
Two logs to the fire.
Two constellations that congregate
Two great stars that pulse and burn.
Two great ebbs and flows of time and space
Two tiny wrinkles on eternity's face.

Like the earth around the sun
I revolve around thee.
But like our universe in the grandeur
We're ineffective in the scheme.
Yet the only universe in which we can cause some revolution.
Is the vault deep within our minds
of which silence is noise pollution.
And the worst enemy is time.

A black whole
Three times bigger than one would like to admit.
Two halves of the whole of our mind, which in turn is a bottomless pit.
And
One the life we live in this revolving bundle of mass and gas.
So use it to your fullest potential
And be about your wit.
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
Black birds fly in the sky, like my mind
People get up early in the morning to go to work and back again

Every day is not new everything goes as usual
Every day is ******* and in general is it worth living until tomorrow
it worth living until tomorrow
it worth living until tomorrow

Children are born play laugh then sad
Time passes they grow old, and die without knowing the meaning of the life

Every day is not new everything goes as usual
Every day is ******* and in general is it worth living until tomorrow
it worth living until tomorrow
it worth living until tomorrow
it worth living until tomorrow
it worth living until tomorrow

2017
Willard Jun 2018
“i’m done with furries”


i.
i can’t dream your dreams,
but you’ve told me about them.

you wear an owl mask
shaped by fists and transgression;
a laceration splits your side
from a skin split
to your rib splits.

your love,
Bill Clinton or Donkey Kong
(whoever populates your thoughts),
crack your bare skin
until makeup
leaks out of your pores.

you dream of emulating art;
O hanging from a ceiling claw,
clicking heels against drywall
until leg muscles give up
and her diaphragm accordions close.

but who is your sculptor?
who is your artist?

ii.
alas, i am only
a paper mache bird.

i flinch when it rains,
i flinch when i move;
my paper skin
could cave in
from lip crack to *** crack.

(i hate
Inside Out.
but, i’ve only watched it once,
and i’ve been told
my eyes would adjust
on the second viewing.)

i dream of emulating art;
Marat in an ice bath,
tragedy and love and death
captured
without conflict.

but who is my muse?
who won’t break my bones?


iii.
you don’t know my dreams either,
but we could dream together.

two reveries in polyphony
of an owl and bird *******,
making love
before they
make art.

our love
is ******* weird;
a childhood seesaw
we’re trying to
find the perfect balance
to with our weight.

we dream different things;
**** fantasies and intimate kissing,
but that doesn’t matter.
at this point in two years,
we can see through each other.

i can’t make art without you.

you aren’t done with furries.
a reference to a Brautigan
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2018
DONALD TRUMP IS FURIOUS AND MAD
ABOUT THE ATTORNEY GENERALS REMARKS
DONALD TRUMP IS FURIOUS AND MAD
ABOUT ALEX BALDWINS COMIC SPARK



MUELLER NOW HAS ENOUGH EVIDENCE
TO CHARGE TRUMP WITH OBSTRUCTION
THE ECONOMY THE STOCK MARKET
TRUMP WILL ONLY LEAD TO DESTRUCTION


RE-ELECT TRUMP FOR 2020 THE
ELECTION CAMPAIGN NOW STARTS
ALL TRUMP FRIENDS ARE SELLING THEIR STOCKS
BECAUSE PROFIT TUGS AT THEIR HEARTS


CLINTON WAS IMPEACHED FOR A
LITTLE BIT OF PLAYING UNDER THE TABLE
WILL TRUMP NOW BE IMPEACHED
FOR MAKING AMERICA UNSTABLE


TRUMP CHRONICLES THE ONLY BOOK ON THE
RISE OF PRESIDENT TRUMP
PRESIDENT TRUMP HAS HAD A COLOURFUL JOURNEY SO FAR BUT OF COURSE MORE IS TO COME WAS THERE RUSSIAN INVOLVEMENT IN THE ELECTION OR NOT. ALEX BALDWIN MAY HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT.
Wick Oct 2017
a woman, intricately drawn
by trembling hands
she was born
into existence
on a blank paper
a clean slate
a beauty to her creator
but in this world
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
aesthetically,
beauty depends upon the axioms
of the paper society.
beautiful. I side with her creator.
Benjamin Bauda Aug 2017
All your friends are falling in love,
Daily satisfying their lust,
Their faces are all you see on face book,
Yet here you are hurt for lack of fun,
Don’t be jealous have fun while single.
For it’s their time to mingle and yours to be single.

Your mates are busy being employed,
You are idle unemployed.
They are busy with their files
You are playing with your phone.
You think they are having fun,
They know you are having fun.
Don’t be jealous, just have fun.
For a time is coming when you will be too busy to have fun.

The hours are passing,
The years are counting.
You feel like you are fading,
For all your friends are married.
Don’t be jealous just have fun.
Before you kick the Bucket because of too much thoughts and lack of fun.
Don't **** Yourself with worry, what's gonna be gonna be
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