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Accentuated my concealment
By concealing what I should of Accentuated
I covered up
What I should of been bold to reveal
But I couldn't...

Simply
Out of fear

Burying yourself so deep
Now
Everyone can see
The human need to feel secure
Anais Vionet Feb 8
All around campus there are these little black *****, like hanging
alien eggs. Glossy, obsidian bubbles concealing cameras that
record time-stamped, audio and hi-def video.

Could this surveillance footage ever be sent to parents?

Imagining letters sent to parents about campus/dorm surveillance

Dear Mr & Mrs Vionet, we have observed countless kisses,
disheveled morning walks and late night visits which indicate
that your daughter is a scandalous little *****. We just wanted you
to know, in case you want to know more. As campus security it’s
part of our business to keep a full, digital record, detailing her sluttiness.

Your friends in campus security.

P.S.
Would you care to donate to the University endowment fund?
BLT word of the day challenge: Disheveled: "marked by disarray."
Zywa Dec 2021
Squat down, knees to chin,

and your arms tight around them --


safe like angel's wings.
"trek terug" ("pull back", 2018, Sylvie Marie)

Collection "Em Brace"
Zywa Nov 2021
I ride on the bus,

the day begins, I wake up --


in trusted landscapes.
For Florentin

Collection "The migration"
Zywa Oct 2021
I have a gun and

like to have it with me, but --


where can I put it?
"In de mist van het schimmenrijk" ("In the fog of the Underworld", 1993, Willem Frederik Hermans) --- Collection "May the Might"
It's been a while
since I've written,
maybe I was trying to forget
the pain that I felt
when I put words on the paper,
or maybe it was just regret
of the life gone by
people left detached,
maybe this does not make any sense at all
this uncertainty
is not good for my sanity,
all I need in this world of maybes
is just some security.
The secure people are usually non-adventurous. I think that is what you need at times.
derblue Jul 2021
Timing plays a big part
I thought I was ready
Ready to start again
Good thing I pulled back a little
Now all that I built
All the sweat & blood that I shed
Bore fruit

Now we are both ready to start this journey.
They say timing plays a big role in a relationship. I never had a ton of patience when it comes to relationship, I was always in rush. I never want to be left out. She made me realize that's its okay to wait for the perfect timing. No need to rush things and eventually everything will fall into place.
Zywa May 2021
Cold rain being blown

under my hood, the shelter –


of the mosquito.
Collection "PumicePieces"
Jennifer DeLong Mar 2021
Deeply I am lost
I feel my navigation
has spun outta control
I was content knowing
my destination
I felt secure sailing
through life
Knowing my gps
was in hand
I couldn't get lost
I had someone whom
I could call
so now
I'm lost at sea
I have lost my gps
How will I sail in life
now that
my call is no longer
a minute away
my navigation has
broken
Will , I just drift on land
Will , I sail again
I just don't know
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
3/25/2021
Zoe Mei Mar 2021
Brown hair drip
drops down onto
black squishy flip flops
and
seamless white plastic shower floor.

Then it is tan sand
and saltwater spray;
and the great gray-blue ocean
lies before bare burrowing toes
and air vent breaths
are washing tides
and the shushing breeze.

She is naked and young and alone
tan, svelte and smooth
squeezing sea from dark tangled hair
on a beach
where air smells sweet
salt, not stinking seaweed
and everything the temperature of her body.
The sun burns not too hot or bright
in pastel-streaked sky
rays not of needle glares but cotton.

The standing,
quiet calm
no chatter but seagulls
air enough to fill both lungs:


a world that is plush and halcyon
and needs no reason
I wrote this poem when I was super anxious (obviously in the shower), and I just needed some fantasy to feel okay.
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