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Capriccio Dec 2019
It's not too crowded
Yet far too late in the day
For everyone to
React this way
It's not a sadness
It's a melancholy gladness

All this busy body bustle

STOP
   CLOSE lids
      And  just LISTEN

Don't Fret
Twist,
Wriggle,
Or shake
It's all you can take

You are not numb
Over blown or undone
You are One of Billions
In this crowd
YusufKudsi Nov 2019
Drowning in my own self reflection,
How can someone be a stranger to himself,
Am I me or am I what society turned me into.
Looking at the one in the mirror,
Wondering how life changed him when he was supposed to be the one who changes it.
Voices filling up my head telling me how to act and who to be,
Are those my own or someone else’s.
He screamed asking for silence, but the voices got louder and louder till it turned his screams into whispers.
All he ever wanted was to be who he is, but now he is the one in the mirror.
Ruheen Nov 2019
One or the other,
I don't know.
I've stopped caring.
I have. Nothing really gets to me anymore.
False Poets Oct 2019
your admirers are unlimited by geography or name,
but only by imagination

~for Albert’s wife~
~~~

the tattoos on my body, a complete list
of the seven names^ shared with a heavenly human,
who pretends he has no
skin in the game

but that is a poem for another time...

you thank me for being a “follower”

unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited
by geography or name,
(and all the sliced and diced human pieces deem greater than the
whole)
we are limited only by imagination

whatever name you/I choose,
what we/me love about your poems,
flora, fauna, the human cuppa,
is that you write what your eyes feel,
yet, it is I doing the seeing

for that
I’ll follow you kicking and screaming,
I’ll be your babe in arms



~~~
^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/NamesofGodinJudaism
false poets
amber Oct 2019
am I no longer a mystery
because you have been
inside of me
emru Oct 2019
should people think or just live their life?
Rose Who Knows Sep 2019
It's not you it's me...
I'm sure everyone would hate to be on the receiving end.
Well, it is you, which is partially true, but I won't tell you that.
You just didn't make it on the list of people I want to invest my time in.
You seem nice, but you didn't win the lottery ticket.
Some other girl will award you her time, but not this girl.
Sorry not sorry.
Better than ghosting
Bede Sep 2019
When I walked to the restroom
The way he smiled at me
Tore my soul to shreds
He looked like he won you, he smiled as a Victor. I trust you when you said you didn't have a backburner, but his smile, his smile still hurt.
You say that you hate it
No longer be playing
All those misbehaving
Watch out
'cause you're slaying

Relationships fraying
Lose more every day and
No train at the station
Don't matter
Not waiting

Full force
Instigating
No more being patient
Before, vanished; They went
Without dedication

It's not a vacation
Sent to the space station
Left out in creation
Just imagination

A mere calculation
One thing
I'm just saying
Been set back and waiting
But now time to weigh in

This angst
On displaying
While you out here hating
Think those you erasing
You're simply replacing

Your demons need facing
Not running and chasing
A loop
You've been placed in
Self-made your own prison

But not by decision
Somewhere lost your vision
Sent back to beginning
So stop and just listen

Remove hesitation
There will be frustration
No capitulation
And not giving in

Beyond preservation
Give birth to a nation
A 'star'
Who is facing
Each day with a 'win'
Written: June 18, 2019

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