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Joss Lennox Apr 10
there's progress in the small steps
there's learning in the calm
and I'm just grateful to be here
learning from you all
❤️
You all inspire me so much with how well and thought out your writing is, thank you!
Joss Lennox Apr 8
but,
I think it's a brave thing to do,
when you start something new.
allowing the past to assist/not lead,
admitting you're not the best/ but trying to be,
therein lies true strength/ authentic humility.
not to disrespect/ just to overcome,
the need for perfection/ the rush to get it done.
because in poetry we can say it,
in any which way we want.
I wrote this when I started realizing I wanted to pursue writing to share with the intent of helping anyone who's afraid to start new things. I hope you have just enough confidence to choose yourself and begin again, even if it's for the 1st or hundredth time.
Joss Lennox Apr 6
Resentment hits in the middle of a good day
demanding you let it creep in
like the grimy spiders
spinning their web of lies
& those slithery snakes
with their venomous bites
the ones that killed you
& made you die
about a hundred times

Resentment is by far
the hardest lesson of all
Rising above it
setting it to the side
& out of your mind
so you can continue
holding your breath
moving on with a smile
a little dark, but true. feel your feels, but don't stay there for too long.
Joss Lennox Apr 1
April unveils proof,
within the course of fate,
during the days of downpour & rain,
frightening showers forge new ways,
for vibrant May flowers
to bloom in place.
I wrote this to help calm my nerves regarding sharing my poetry. I'm my own worst critic and want everything I do to be perfect and that just isn't possible. It was me, getting the confidence to just do it, regardless of what anyone thinks or says. It was me finding the courage to believe in myself, because of my own insecurities. I thought the title was catchy, aside from the typical "April fools"
Joss Lennox Mar 31
I think I had a thought once,
not sure where it went

I think I had a choice,
before their automatic consent

I think I had a body,
until it was covered under a glass ceiling of intersectionality,
disguised as empowerment & healing

I think I had ambitions,
but I wasn't allowed to share them f r e e l y

I think I had a story,
which included originality, not mass produced 'bots

I think I think a lot,
it's okay though, only when it helps with the plot

I think I had a life,
built on standards of equality, for all to prevail

I think I was The Foreman,
who settled on being the female
thoughts from a feminine point of view, as a mother who's willingly put her own goals on hold to help with raising a family. also can be perceived from a feminist point of view for women's equality in the world.
Joss Lennox Mar 30
So fight the feeling//
& hide your tears

it'll all be over
in 100 years//
short poem written around 5/2024 while writing this, I was thinking about how fast life goes by and how important it is to stay present.
Geof Spavins Mar 28
F♯ is G♭
In a realm where the moon hugs a bright balloon,
A spoon listens softly to a far-off tune.
Stars hide in jars with dreams tucked away
And even sharp notes find a home in play.

For here in our cosmos of chaos and art,
Every note sings a secret straight from the heart.
In this magical sphere, where opposites chat,
We whisper with wonder, “F♯ is G♭ - imagine that!”

The universe twirls to a rhythm so light,
Where silly, surreal sounds make the dark bright.
Each note, a spark in a fantastical debate,
Proving that strict rules can sometimes wait.

So join in the mirth, let your spirit take flight,
Dance with the stars in the soft lunar light.
For in this delightful, nonsensical spin,
Every tune is a story where adventure begins!

Starlight Sonata
Deep in the velvet of a midnight sky,
A symphony of secrets begins to sigh.
The piano of stars chimes soft and bright,
Every key a dream in the heart of night.

F♯ mingles with G♭ in a cosmic embrace,
Notes waltzing freely through time and space.
Each twinkling melody, both bold and sweet,
Whispers that wonder and whimsy do meet.

Nebula Lullaby
In a world where clocks gently unspin,
Celestial rhythms invite us in.
The moon, a gentle guardian, holds a balloon,
While spoons and jars hum a quirky tune.

Celestial choirs in a cosmic parade,
Sing of hidden treasures in midnight’s glade.
Every note, a spark in a dreamy flight,
Guides little hearts in the dance of night.

The Cosmic Chorus
Join the cosmic chorus, let your giggles flow,
Dance with the stars as they twinkle and glow.
In this magical realm where rules are few,
Every sound sings a story that's ever new.

So let us celebrate the freedom of song,
Where every note tells us we all belong.
In the playful realms of this musical maze,
Find joy in chaos and light in each phrase.
I think I want this as a performance poem with a musician behind as it is read out loud
Malia May 2024
It’s like I’m walking
Home from school,
Counting the houses
That look the same.

It’s like I’m skipping
The cracks again,
Humming the tune
Inside of my head.

It’s like my shoe laces
Keep coming undone
No matter how much
I tie them up.

I pick at the thread
Hanging off of my sweater,
Not bothering to bend down
And double-knot.

And then when I trip,
I sit
And wonder
Why.
as twilight set in
crickets began chorusing
a sameness of song
in their nature its innate
to be well synchronized
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