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yama verita Oct 11
as a child
i never knew
the real world
all i know is
just barbie and fun
that it wasn't
all cruel and stoic
wherever i look it's
love in the air
and the illusion of
a fake family
was far-fetched
the perfect life
that i'm living happily
i took for granted
my poor first attempt of reverse poem
Jaxey Sep 12
I am a boy
I refuse to believe
This is my body
As I slip on the dress, I think
About how wrong it feels
You go on and on
That I am pretty
But I dream of you saying
Anything else
I don’t want to be
This person
In fact, I love
That this isn’t me
And you will never tell me
I’m a girl
I am not trans, but I wanted to make something special for the people who are. You are beautiful no matter who you are, never forget <3
s a m Aug 24
You are a loser.
It's not right to claim that
you are great.
You can do well.
But that's not true because
You are less of a person.
You'll never succeed since
you are just an underdog.

(Now read bottom up.)
Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
Paul Idiaghe Aug 3
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life


muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
a coward holds the lovers card upright in his hand
told them both he’d take to the promise land
torn between two queens, all confused
didn’t want to leave any of them bruised.

a naive youngster held the fool in reverse
fell for all the tricks and games was the curse
she gave in full but took none, always came at second best
time wasted being used, finding out again she was just the guest.
misfortune-telling
a man afraid to choose so he led both on because he didn't want to hurt any
a woman believed him and she was always an option but never the choice
Christian C Jun 16
I was going to compose a parallel poem
mirroring the ways you show you care
but you have made it evident
that I will never be your home.

You would
thoughtfully answer my never-ending stream of questions
carry me to bed with a blissful blanket of sleep and softness
grant me the honor of wearing anything you owned, and smile at my choices
actively correspond with me, more in the span of a few weeks than your standard for a lifetime
trust me to take care of your bright-green banana-of-a-boy
assist and twist and crack my spine further
track and plot my heartrate to find a trend in tempo and tone
and always provide the nearness I need to breathe
and feel
and be
myself.

I did not need to pen a poem
to know that you care, albeit reticent
but you have made it evident
that I will never be your home.
My thought kept hunting me

I loved you, like the calm ocean
a deep blue uncertainty.

I loved you, like a pure rage of storm
that's when I found myself.

that's when I felt truly alive.
I'm a dark moon
So don't try to convince me that
I have my own light,
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am worthless, terrible Moon
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Light doest exist within me
Because whenever I look at the Sun I always think
Am I so dark as they say?
Read from the bottom
Nylee Mar 26
Why do you do what you do

What is my folly

You and me

Why me

You do this to me

I exist too

With pain and hope

This is not the first time

Please.
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