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Shame is a man that I know well
He lingers near my bedroom doorway
Watching me undress
Scanning my movements
He documents my every transgression
So when the time is right
My guilt can be displayed
Shame is cunning that way

Shame is a woman that I cannot relate to
She calls me a ****
Woman attacking woman
Mocking the concept of sisterhood
Spitting on the idea of love
Destroying the human in all of us

Shame is an infectious disease
That I caught as a child
Deadly, contagious
Telling me lies, brutally outrageous
Like I am ugly and worthless
Like I am not enough
Shame is a toxic addiction
That we should all try to give up
shame is cunning that way
Khoi Apr 28
Like dead cat's
in the tenth
chances spent
time lent
none out there
hell bent
Martin Boško Apr 11
I serve the planets as a reminder
That chaos is what the universe seeks
To change their order into disorder
Havoc is what it by me wreaks

I am set on a course as a challenger
To planets that think are powerful
I am my master's avenger
I, asteroid, the masterful

I can be sent as a warning shot
Harmlessly burn in the atmosphere
Just to nudge planets to a thought
To cloud their hearts over with fear

But sometimes the chaos needs to grow
And I become a threatening existence
My impact as most of the planets know
Can be noticed from a considerable distance

I create for them their moons
From them I chip away my brothers
Chaos is what through me looms
Over the heads of orderly rebels and others
An itchy spider lives in me,
right underneath my second skin.

She's waited, tense, expectantly for something dangerous
to finally draw towards her its claws and scratch straight down her spine.

Her fangs have naught to bite upon, so I must feed her well enough
on nerves, dry skin, and fingernails and songs about a violent sea.

If she dies, I might turn to stone--
an itchy spider lives in me.
little lion Feb 5
My life has become a bit like a fishbowl:
the glass is thick and durable, it's supposed to
be smudge-proof, but you never fail to leave your finger-
prints behind. There are rocks at the bottom, a blend of neons:
blue and orange and pink and green and yellow, painted with the
cheap kind of paint that eventually chips away and gathers at the tip-top of the water...always mixing in with the the flimsy food flakes you toss in at mealtimes before watching with disinterested fascination as I swim to the top and sort through what's edible and what's not, as if the food is much better than the chips of paint and the dust bites that gather after a few days of sitting on the counter. My bowl stays in the sun as though the pink and purple fake plants you've given me require time spent in
the light to grow and prosper, although it is fun to check every
now and then to see how much you really care when I let
myself drift to the top of the water to bask in the glow
of either the sun or the artificial lamp that's been
placed next to my bowl. Some nights you
forget to turn it off, but I don't mind
so much because at least then I
can watch over you at night
the way you watch over
her, instead of me.
Henry Feb 3
The horizon took a smoke break at sunset
And 7 hours later she's still gone
No doubt sleeping with the breeze
I stand on the deck in the darkness
Leaning forward
My hands on the rail
Gazing at the infinite mirror, reflecting
The air is as still and cold as the water
Just like the man next to me
He sighs but no vapor forms
He's cloaked in a blue shadow
Like the bottom of the ocean
A darker blue I've never seen
But in a voice clear as ice he asks
'Do you love me?'
I nod
'Not talking tonight?'
I nod
He rests his stygian blue fingers
On the back of my moon-light hand
And we kiss
Enjoying each other
Until the sun clocks in in the morning
The personification of the moon and the sea. Look up stygian blue it's very interesting and helps with the visual. ((This is also my 4th attempt at uploading this poem idk what's going on with the site but whatever))
arCamm Jan 1
I hope he knows that I feel the stress
vortex banging against his cranium.
even with my welcoming surface,
he struggles to let go.

I hope he knows that it is not I that
needs replacing,
but simply his way of thinking that
needs readjusting.

A new year
A mindset anew

Hello 2021

- a.r. Camm
Hello 2021,

I know that you’re going to bring some more bullsh** my way. Just to let you know now, I’m mentally preparing myself for you. You won’t catch me off guard like 2020 did. I’m ready for you. Bring it on.
Anavah Dec 2020
Hope and Dream are two sisters:
Bickering and quarrelling all the time.
Neither believes the other is better.
Neither trusts the other to the machinations
Of time. Self-dependent and codependent:
Such an odd duo they are at times!
They are their worst accusers by nature,
Yet they are partners in crimes.
Hope often puffs up the dream,
While Dream takes Hope seriously.
Both sisters then fall out suddenly
In the aftermath of a confrontation
With reality. But when Dream is broken
Hope picks up the pieces
Joins them up with broken shards
Of a resurrected self.
Palpebra Dec 2020
Something weird happened today,

with my body talking all the way.

I heard a creak here

and then a squeak there-

my backbone said

nodding its head

"Keep me straight and clever.

For men may come and men may go

but I'll be there for you forever"

Then there was a sound so deep,

my gut roared in his sleep-

"Trust me, lady,  

I'm your well wisher.

I know plots when they turn shady"

Confused I wondered why

all of a sudden I

heard noises from within

only to feel my skin-

say out loud and clear,

"Oh woman! Now you see

don't let anyone get under me"

This made my heart

pump so **** fast,

that I had to press my palm

in order to keep it calm.

Yet he lubdubbed-

"Keep me safe,

but don't place me in a cage

I'm sure,

I can keep up with a little estrange"

Then to my utter surprise

as I closed my eyes,


only to start blinking

when I heard an unusual call,

my brain whispered,

"Dear Palpebra, I may not be the smartest of all!
; )
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