4/9/17

There is a circle of chairs in this room.
To my left
a man reads "Watchmen".
Red converse, superhero jacket.
Behind him,
a red haired girl squeaks
high pitched moans
at her cell phone.
On my right
three pill bottles exchange philosophy
on how to wake up
Only one considers taking
the advice.
In front of me is a bulk of man, farm tattoos, blonde crew cut,
Wife back home watching their two kids.
He's building rapport with a lanky indie chick
Knit cap & OBEY hoodie, viynal record brain, paper coffee cup hands
By the map of America sits a quiet girl
Trying not to be noticed
Hoodie three sizes to big
Grey, no coffee, no eye-contact
Beside a blur of neon pink camoflauge
A blob the shape of school bag
packed for an overnight studying
a dead body

Smack center of all of them?
Me.
Like IM the one that needs attention.

People ask me who I am,
What im like?

Put simply,
Im like a rubber band.

Streatch me too far,
And I snap.

Im easily damaged
And wither with time.

I get lost easily
And you probably wont find me.

Put me too far
And you'll most likely forget me.

samantha page Apr 5

the world's greatest blessing
and most tremendous curse

never having to worry
about being too loud
or sticking out in a crowd

but it takes effort
for friendships to grow
or to even say hello

you may laugh
you may cry
nobody will know why
just because you're shy

a blessing and a curse
is this state of being
but it's who i am

pin Mar 28

Sometimes I'm eloquent
And quick
And clever
Thinking on my feet effortlessly
Sometimes I'm awkward
And twitchy
And quiet
Throat stuck in itself
But I'm worth it dude...
I have something worth your time
The feels when you want to vomit
Shiver down my spine
I'm alright

Zan Balmore Mar 25

Crazy is the medicine
as is what the body does
Blood let won't be of my own
Problems? Come find
my home, secluded precipice
Hold up your hand
still it of the trembles
willingly consign
worry at the cost of
all you own

Medicine, come fight me!
Split existence, split to wind.
I'm paper, aren't I?
The weaker of the two.
You're ink, aren't you?
You will do.

...

i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring has begun
my dearest Daddy’s Birthday is done

he is not a man of celebrations
i want to disclose this personal’s manifest

as his blueprint, i am really beatific
i am very fortunate to be able to recollect
all and everything

to be your beloved daughter
is one most precious and delightful evidence

such a coziest feel to have you in my presence
you embody all that is calm and peaceful
no other impervious Daddy then you, my handsome sensitive

your BirthDay, dearest Daddy is never nebulous
the reputations you left us are all fabulous

you told me tales, they are in fact realities
you are one of a kind, your mind so sublime
you constantly cared and loved me, i am your prime

i love to tell superlatives about you
you deserve the most, dearest Daddy,

i am very proud of you, of your humor and your visions
your cartoons, drawings, and your fascinating paintings
you conjured magic in all your writings

C.C. was your weekly talkings
Charlie was your weekly walkings
in the world of Charlie Chan

i am very fond of you, my very talented Daddy
i know your world too, owned by you as a stage performer….
i remember everything, every detail hidden in my mind

i wish to reveal the most precious thing
last night i went to your place, i was wondering
you were not there, i started sobbing….

© Sylvia Frances Chan
21st March 2017

May he rest in Peace. May he have a Happy BirthDAY in Heaven on the 21st March on Tuesday....
He died too young too soon, my greatest grief on that day.
The Lord gives, the Lord takes at His Time....
pD.

I think of what I've become
And then I wonder what you'd think of me
Yet you're the one who helped create this mess to begin with
Your verbal abuse was what broke me
I was already damaged goods
You smashed me to pieces
I put myself back together
Now I am just a shell
I have given up
But I have to choose
Whether to stay like this
Or to build myself back up
I would have just kept disappointing you
I would have never lived up to the potential you saw in me
It's a little difficult to please a narcissistic psychopath who lacks a conscience anyway.

Delta Swingline Mar 18

Hello, my name is selfless, I only care about other people so don’t ask me how I’m doing I am only concerned with your well being.

Hello, my name is forgetful and I keep forgetting you name and pretty much everything else about you.

Hello, my name is confusion, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be here or not. Can you help me out??

Hello, I’m apologetic and I’m sorry for everything thing I’ve done, or have done, or things I never did I’m sorry.

Hello, most people call me silence, you can find me in many places but I find the most comfort in peoples discomfort of awkwardness.

Hi, I’m solitude, and I don’t want anything to do with you STAY AWAY FROM ME.

My name is anger and I hate everything and everyone for absolutely no reason, but if you want I can give you a million reasons to justify my actions.

My name is lonely, and I just want you to hold my hand so that maybe it can stop shaking so much.

People sometimes call me disappointing and I hold onto that like it’s the only part of this cliff I can hold onto to keep myself from falling.

Hello, I’m transparent and I’m thinner than the page of the book you used to read, so thin that you can see right through me, or maybe not even see me at all.

Hi, my name is dictionary, and I know how to describe your whole life in many words you may never understand.

Hello

My name is Swingline.

And I would make a name for myself to describe what I think I am or what I’m supposed to be. But the name I seek…

Isn’t in the dictionary yet.

So tell me... was it a good first impression?
Essa Freedom Mar 12

Who are you?
Shy?
Brave?
Religous?
Homosexual?
Perhaps spirted?

What have you been called?
Smart?
Geeky?
Cute?
Player?
Slut?

Who do you want to be?
A sister?
A solider?
A friend?
A doctor?
A parent?

There are so many things that define you
That make you who you are
Why let other tell you who you are?

Do the things they call you make you happy?
Are they true?

You may be thinking;
Who is she to be asking me this?
There's the fun part
I dont know

I myself am still defining who I am
Just like you

With every action
Every word
And every moments that passes by
We work on defining who we are
And who we want to be

So I will ask just one more time
And I beg you to think
Who are you?

somewon Mar 10

she painted her nails bright red
winged a decent eyeliner
on her eyelids above her hazel
green
eyes

she wore the same jeans
because they were her favorite
& she didn't really ask for more

she owned some beautiful jewelry
yet only wore her little golden
ring
on her right arm
on her middle finger

maybe because it slipped down
when she wore it on her other fingers

or maybe because it was a thing
for her
to the world
letting everyone know
that she cared no  more

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