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Daniel Cuzzo Dec 2020
Goodbye Army of criticism
making me feel worthless:
for being myself.

Goodbye all my dictators
for forcing me to tread cautiously
on the truth.

Goodbye thoughts that I have
to COMPRIMISE to live.

Goodbye family.
I live with you for now,

From now on,
when your truth
collides with mine
I’m done explaining,
when you’re just listening
to discredit
and reinforce narratives
that bring us all lower.

I’m mandating love from
and might as well start
within myself.

I’ll live as a collection
of cells, energy, wandering,
as long as it takes
to live, love, and be my truth.
No MORE volunteering
to dumb it down.

Goodbye all who cannot watch
leaves fall.  As mine do,
Goodbye, and signal my home.
Because this, officially,
is NO longer it.

I am a tenant.
I’ve said my penance
I’ve long since wanted
better than this
and even when I try
it’s not good enough so:
there’s no other answer
but to spend more time
with those who recognize
the worth of mine.

Genetics has finally
crossed that line.
At this point a test would barely
credit you for most of my DNA.
Continue believing
in weakness of the flesh.
Believe I’M the weakest.
The “reality shows”
are over.
I have no idea
the shape
of a Kardashian ****
disgusted that,
with all the “new age”
words “spell correct”
has dismembered:
re-spelled their last name
from my approximation.

Yet ANOTHER reason
we are not the same.
Not the same,
is not bad,
except when we walk over
everything that the other
holds strong,
and that’s why I’m done.

Sungmoo Bae Sep 2020
The two ol' pals are facing each other.

He passes a glass of poison
to his dear guest, leaning
near the front door, slightly opened;
and he's learning the reason—

why he's standing there,
about to storm out of the stone-cold apartment—
'bout to burst in tears
shedding the vivid droplets

that shouldn't be belonging to a mere ghost.
Yet he's fleeting, escaping the scene still,
while the owner of the kitchenette
is putting back the bottle

    to where it belonged;
    and he's gone, present no longer.

The drink on the rock—left on the shelf—
is evaporating, following the vaporized guest,
leaving the scent of faint alcohol
that lulls the other friend to regretful sleep.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)

Last Revised: 21th of December, 2020.
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
I wish I could be the right thing

For the right person

But I'm the wrong thing for everyone

And everyone's wrong for me
wes parham Jul 2020
Conditional, conventional, this heart,
And the tough thin cloak I wear.
I give it to the few friends I make,
With room and love, always, to spare.

I met you in the valley, but the evidence was there,
Your eyes hid the fear and weariness,
Deep within the fire of a stare.
Or retreated, free from scrutiny,
To hide behind the fall of your hair.

The secrets, however, weren't easy to guess,
And for your good, I would do my part.
So I know that your void is filled with less,
Than fits your past or your darkest art.
I've seen your anger, wrath, and need:
It was protecting a kind and generous heart.

Your friendship was a gift, you trusted in me,
I trusted in you, which was better, I felt,
Than calling out the humanity  I see,
Within the rotten hand you were dealt.

I hope that I brought to you something of use,
Listening was the only thing that I knew how to give.
If I brought you harm, or cause for alarm,
Then the shame would stay with me
                                    for as long as I live.

They say that friendship is a place we go,
When two, or more, are there, it is real.
I'm confused but trying to understand,
And I'm more than confident,
                     that you know how that feels.
Once upon a time, I was either the biggest ******* in the world or severely misunderstood.  Either way, I lost the friendship of a good person and wrote this when it was still painful. I hated myself for whatever the transgression was, though it's all history now.
Reign Summers Oct 2019
I can handle
***** looks there
and insults here
I can handle
your hatred
and their sneers

But misunderstandings are out of my control
How you choose to understand me is out of my hold
What I said myself, I can be called out for
But what you heard, is my worry no more

And I could care less
About your interpretation
When it's like I speak English
And your language is set on Malaysian

I'm sick and tired of apologising to you
Especially when it's for your own wrong judgment too
Why should I be saying sorry
For how somebody else sees me

I forgave you
Although you never did ask for it
And I accepted the apology
Although I never did recieve it

I try to look from your side
So much that I forget to defend my side
For once look at things from my point of view
Maybe actually listen, before trying to get your point through

I can say sorry for unintentionally hurting you
But saying sorry for an innocent action is something I won't do
So for the love of God get this huge misunderstanding out of your mind
That you'll walk away after twisting my words and I'll cry over being left behind
Allesha Eman Jan 2019
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
Ayush Bajpai Jan 2019
See the sky it so highly appreciated. See the world it is so highly criticized. See the bird it is so highly glorified. See the rain it so highly envisaged with love.
See the land it is so highly sensitized. See the oligarchy it is so highly honored. See the hollow it is so highly rectified you see. See you, you are cherished and entitled with glory. See me, you shall find the disgrace and the coward traits in me. And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...
[And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...] This extract says, "the one who was always with you in your all good and bad times who was always happy like a mad in your victory, improved himself so much for you only so as to become capable. You will find that he is the best but it is too late as the rumor which you heard from the world about him had caused an inferior complex in your mind and that compels you to regret about your blind faith in those good to sound rumors which are now renounced and then you realize that the life which you thought that you only abide by yourself was a lie or a smokescreen but actually you were abiding by the cruel world or society which can never see true love growing... "
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