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jǫrð Aug 2023
She said
Women don't
sit at the head
of the table

At first I was
Taken aback
By the covert
Misogyny

To know that
She worked in
Human resources
Was laughable

I could have
Screamed or
Wept for her
Ignorance, instead

I sat glaring
At the fool
That she had
Placed there

And when his
Demise began
I realized the
Truth in her words

She was an incapable leader.
The History: Projection
Scilla B Apr 2023
Pinocchio
I was mad at my friend,
I started missing my foe.
Didn’t let that door hit me on the way out.
Every poem burned stopped me from being cold,
Still kept a few in case I had to read some aloud to you.
You were holding me, frozen.

What goes around comes around.
Scared to countdown the minutes.
Slight, passive attitude
It’s silent, we’re dancing.
When it comes to my feelings,
His nose doesn’t stop growing.
Innocent liar,
Pinocchio.

Shooting star, does he ever dream of me?
His ear is by my lips,
His lips are on my shoulder.
When this poem ends,
It’s all over.

He is getting warmer.

My dear Karma – Do I hurt you like you do me? – Am I beautiful or am I comfortable?”


He melts.
Pinocchio will never tell me.
A love that has ended but is being held onto for comfort. Pinocchio is a projection from the partner who can't seem to move on for personal growth. The goodbyes are never harsh- just too calm to let go.
Mark Wanless Jul 2022
i like illusion
of coffee...i know death is
mirage... peace is dream
born from projection fear
Ken Pepiton Jul 2021
In 2021, hilite and ask, what is this,
oder vvas ist das? no punctual tone-ing

what is always the initial query re
hyphen al
izing itself being victim of the food,
yes, the bread and the wine,
same yeast,
we guest,
wrong, only one other choice.

Start at the line, drawn in the sand,
after this, we never flow that way
again, the gain grows to a Mt Hermomic pitch,
then
the jordan breaks from the plain
as the settling begins,
and the zone of formative matter is passed.

Soft as lizard belly skin, sweet as horned toad spit,
squirt, think again, how we catch flies.
And ants,
of course, notify the queen we say, thus far,
and death is certain,
do not pass this corpses final safe perimeter--

measure your will to mine,
if, and I know it is, read reads the same
do and done,
it's mental signs we agree effect time taken
to use as a sign farther in the future than a nihilist can think,
ya gotta trust some-

communication system set to frame one state of mind

"to share, divide out;
communicate,
impart, I
nform;
join,
unite,
participate in,"
literally "to make common," {you know, or wish}

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=communication>

As ra el and re el, met to be tested by the balm,
rubbed on to the left palm,

where the marble universe was rolled up,
in the June/July rants locked in Microsoft
deduncededucing what if we own their data,
then we own them, right?

And we did agree, all the data, meta and all, is ours,
for giving wizards room to render reason rations,
the idea involved enveloping

an ex - out, right, examined, amino, as in acid, right?
life>lived belived postbeguilement
literally virtual, vicarious,
popehope.
Basically, but a touch off. The colors of psi-sci-psy
weave a virtually unbreakable, but
and one but begins
but three start en ginious invention
a mental fist,
to hold the wind at thought speed,
any scale

virtual reality is subject to solar flares, and errant
-take the pose,
Good day to be reminded I am the hermit, with gigabit internet, and curious grandchildren.
aesthenne Jan 2021
you lurk within
and stay between
the things
that i say
and even
the things
that i do.

you show up
whenever
i hold my standards
way too high
for others
yet give excuses
for when i
fail in the eyes
of the world.

you say that
you protect me
from the dangers,
but i say
that you're a child
who has been hurt
over and over
that you have
built walls
and a throne
that is false.

the darkness
is what we humans
tend to fear,
yet it an aspect
that lies within
every each and one
of us,
for we are all
souls craving
everything material
but nothing
spiritual.
"shadow work is the path of the heart warrior." - carl jung
Seranaea Jones Jan 2021
-


Lines border my eyes like new roads
to more distinguishing characteristics,
signifying for me many a morning frown.

I draw my face closer to the mirror to
examine them in more detail, mapping
pending destinies laid fresh like asphalt.

Traces of purple fans out from the exterior
corners, I think of them as ink spatter that
gets larger every time I endorse

a small check.

I cannot stop the runs but I can
hide the evidence with concealer
creams and foundation,

establishing a façade upon which
the viewer will find as pleasant
from just the right                          
                                       distance.

I stand back just so approximately
from the mirror to admire
an illusion of youth,

and then move forward once more
to fathom the texture
of experience—

"Maybe less this time" I think,
have I not earned the right ?


s jones
2011-2021

.
10 Jan 2021
your sickness
is my disease

your sickness
is the same as mine

your sickness
is hurting others

and only thinking of yourself

you don't see

that

your

self-hatred

causes you to hurt me

your hate of self
is the disease that plagues humanity
if I don't stop hating myself
I will continue to hurt you
who wants to go first
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