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Ankita Dash Jun 9
You scroll through your social media where people have sworn not to show what they feel like so their 'profiles' can be aesthetic to look at.
You look at dog videos and swear not to think about your dead dog with whom you never got to cuddle one last time.
You walk through streets you've never been to hoping that it'll lead to a story.
You kiss boys and girls you don't really like and pretend you're waiting for the three-days-later call. You constantly listen to Cardi B because you can't take another Bon Iver song.
You fake a smile, an ******, a brave face.
You look at where you're staying and pretend not to long for that one little park in Paris where  you could spend your entire life.
You unblock the ones you lost and feel a fleeting sense of comfort in knowing that they're not happy either and block them again, to feel 'powerful'.
You look back at your journey and sigh because you haven't done enough. You curl into your uncomfortable bed.


And then you realise you're not done.


You realise your journey is just starting. There's so much left for you to say and do and teach and feel. You realise that the best part about yourself is that you're hopeful, despite it all. You realise that despite all the bad that has gotten to you, there's still good, and you can create it. You realise that you've places to go and people to fall for. You've learnt to become your own teacher and your own pupil. You realise that the sky is not the limit for you. You think people calling themselves a work in progress is a cliché, but you know you're one yourself. You're not magnificent. But you will be.


So you light up a cheap cigarette and play the Bon Iver song. And you wait.
This is obviously not a poem, but prose. I just wanted it to be up here.
Ankita Dash May 25
listen,
I was still covered in placenta when they locked me in this golden cage

fast at work,
they didn't care how calloused their hands got
rough ropes fed through the pulleys,
and sewed into the heavy haze of distraction.

listen,
I promise you,
if they could leave this pedestal and share the warmth that is burning and bubbling for them, they would do it;
but the fall would **** them first.

listen,
there are two ways to rob someone of their humanity-
to idolise them
and to ignore them;
so perhaps we all share the same emptiness that way.
Ashlyn Rimsky Dec 2019
you lay in your bed
regardless of whether or
not you make it first
a little coffee shop thought i had today. id love to polish it up and make it into a nicer short poem/not a haiku, but the concept really resonated with me.
Inmywritings Apr 2019
New job, new life
New house, new start
Shifted my house from south to north as I built  up my career
and forgot to smile.
Walking through this house alone with thoughts....
“This is all that I'm left with or what?”
Career is not everything. Family,love, laugh, friends.... all these things together is called life.
Experience all the emotions.
Edric Daumier May 2018
A girl is more than just dresses, butts, and *******,
she is worth more than your dares and bets,
on trying to break her heart,
and break her down.
She is more than just a toy to play with,
until you see her crack and frown.
She is not used to please you, to serve you,
for you to demean her,
a girl is not just something to amuse you,
as if you hired a clown.
No, she is worth more than that, and she deserves more than that,
She deserves to wear a crown.
Allow her to feel like royalty,
not to feel unworthy,
as she walks the streets in fear,
because they say she is flaunting her gifts,
and she is something to hunt, like a game for deer.
No, a girl is someone special,
a girl deserves to show her confidence,
where her body has acceptance,
not of *** or lust,
or of the size of her bust,
but for her self-esteem,
so let her dream,
and make her dreams come true,
where she can wear her pink dress, or skirt that was blue,
and,
she is more than just something for you to do.
Tommy Randell Jan 2018
You’re the light that made the thunder
A sight of naked wonder
The hiccup in my lifeline struck by fire
In my mind we've been edited together
In my dreams airbrushed to look better
An Oscar winning moment of desire

I'm the Harley on the highway
You are Frank Sinatra’s ‘My Way’
That point in Casablanca Sam starts singing
You are Vader’s end in Star Wars
I'm that Doberman of Bilko’s
We are Woody Allen’s Hannah AND her Sisters

You’re Madonna sung by Ringo
I am Rocky when the bell goes
We are Thelma and Louise going off that cliff
You’re Electra Glide in Blue
Marilyn and Betty Boop
I'm the Raging Bull of passion with a kiss

But in all these moments screened forever
I begin to wonder whether
Real life is waiting in the wings
As our names in lights start fading
The gold leaf flaked and jaded
Am I me and only me, the Man who would be King?
Meenu Syriac Mar 2017
Little do you know that these words
Can silence you,
Leave you questioning the ignorance
That you believe is true.
My reality is as real as yours.
So don't you dare pretend,
Everything happens behind closed doors.
This oppression I speak of,
And the rage I harbour,
Screaming from the bottom of a well.
The frustration and the sheer exhaustion, to be counted,
Begging to be heard.
There is a war,
You may not be aware of.
Pride and dignity stripped away,
On these unseen battle grounds.
You can chose to be blind,
But you cannot call me insane.
This is real,
And this is happening,
Whether you like it or not.
© Meenu Syriac
Feeling unsatisfied never swept over me
only a fire blazing hotter, unabashedly
Carnal knowledge never my only motivation
overwhelming magnetism distracted by seduction
Felt high like a ******, thirsting then drawing blood
feelings are magnified when all of our emotions flood
Mind drowned by the drugs only the body can provide
feet lifted, mind blown, heart pounding and eyes wide
Tasting, drinking, thirsting the drug that is you
better than down, higher than up, I found both to be true
....but....
As high as Icarus flew, so fast did he fall
as fast as I was flying, so did I hit a wall
We got to this point in a blink of an eye
faster than comprehension can deny
A reality check came that I couldn't cash
sudden as a car crash, smash face on the car dash
That blast was so bad and it ****** up my ****
you're worse than coke or even dope to quit
Regret didn't exist when next to me you were fastened
my thirst is now a sickness, I wish you never happened
Any great aspiration,
Requires perspiration,

In order to be establised.
We need to work hard for the dreams we believe in,nothing great and long lasting comes easy.
Edited -» 01-12-15
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