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Joyce Jul 2019
will you do me a favor,
a crease and a fold.
turn me into roses and hearts
for the dear one you hold.
turn me into a thousand cranes
and your wishes are sold.
turn me into envelopes
for the letters in the drawer gone cold.
turn me sideways, over and upside down.
turn me into something i can never become.
AsJay Jun 2019
I’m awake, I woke to this
Been thinking ‘bout conversations I miss
Gone like the people I had ‘em with
Guess having people in life was a myth

I’m now losing sleep
But I don’t want to weep
Though how can I go to bed
With all this ******* inside my head?

I wish I could go back to when
The time happiness could’ve been
If only back then I had not rejected
The only woman I should’ve accepted

Can’t stop thinking for even a second
How they vanish like they never happened
My brain wants to stop, thoughts keep coming
Bending my mind like crafting origami

I want to have those moments back
Moments that I wish repeated
It’s like I blinked and my world went black
And everything became depleted

Now I’m back to waiting
Got me working on my patience
Something I’ll admit is irritating
Only to become another acquaintance

I miss them all, all the folk
That either lost contact or ran free
Every ignition that went up in smoke
I suppose there’s more fish in the sea

Oh gosh I’m reminiscing
**** I should be dismissing
The repetition that’s overflown
I guess I’m back on my own
Introducing… Origami!
Thought upon over the last few weeks and entirely constructed overnight, Origami came to mind after pondering and remembering life while growing up some 10-15 years ago. The poem itself is about myself and the inability I seem to have to keep people with whom I develop bonds with and also wanting to return back to good moments in my life where I felt like the world wasn't such a tight fit like it seems to feel like currently. It's funny that I find it difficult to describe the message behind the poem in words now, yet the words in the poem itself seemed to flow without too much thought at all.
Through my teen years and throughout my adulthood so far, I've noticed that people come into my life and disperse as if I'm only dreaming the life I'm living, so that's most definitely present within the poem.
I chose the word Origami to be the poem's title because my life is very much like the art form with so many sharp turns and corners to deal with in such a short timeframe.
I believe that the wordings within the poem will be relatable to a lot people read and understand the messages behind them.
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem of mine, I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your kind words and support gives me inspiration and helps me in the long run when writing more of my poetry.
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samara lael Jun 2019
you covered
your deceiving sentences
in pretty paper,
letting the gold flecks
blind the careful,
truth-seeking eye.
each fold you made
masked the truth
even further;
the edges too thick
to tear through.

you made lying
an art.
perfecting your trickery
with each crease;
the false concern
on your brow.

how many steps
did you take to hide
your intentions
or your secrets?
how many incisions
did you make
on your victims?
are supposed to be
beautiful demonstrations
of life;
not crumpled up
pieces of false hope
& fake actions,
curated to bend
at your command.

i tried to keep track
of what moves you made
so that i could make sure
you wouldn’t repeat them
on me.
but your nimble, paper cut
fingers moved too fast,
& before i knew it,
i was trapped in a suffocating
paper thin, paper-slicing

if only i had the scissors
to cut myself out of this pointy mess.
but once i unfolded one lie,
the rest unraveled before me
til there was just one
piece of paper
with the marks
showing where i
could have caught you out.

look at all those little lies folded up
into something so intricate
that looked treacherously beautiful
from the outside,
but was simple & sinister from the start.

you contorted me into myself,
creating an aesthetic crane.
but i learnt to fly out of my cage,
& out of your clasp.
i won’t be pleated
into an origami opus
for you to
display & deride.

i am not your paper to fold or decorate.
not aimed at all. just caught inspiration from origami and though that lies unfold just like it; when you discover one, the rest of them unfold.
Aspen Welsch Feb 2019
I might get caught up in your mind
I might unwind my string
and outstretch my being
to float with you, to let you fill up
my paper wings, my origami heart
I might take flight and let you
fly this kite, if only
you pull me in easy, keep me steady
I might follow where you lead
if you give me the freedom I need
to be colored beautiful
against a high, blue sky
to be me, shaped perfectly for you to see
KM Hanslik Jan 2019
Everything through my eyes,
breathing slow through these
steady styrofoam lungs
origami heart, I fold like the paper that covers your skin
it rustles when you move,
barely a shield against a world of sharp teeth and daggers
but you tell me you're invincible out there
you tell me that armor is just another disguise
I disagree, but I guess that we
are all free to choose how and when we want to be bruised.
Most of us are just paper planes,
Trying to become origami cranes.
Star BG Dec 2018
My arms I fold around you,
like creases of an origami heart.

The paper glistens in the light.
The folds become alive with power.

My arms I fold around you
like creases of an origami bird
so we may fly away
in landscape of a Japanese song.
Have a collection of origami pieces
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