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Emery Feine Nov 2024
I tore my flesh off
Ripped off my muscles
To give to you
But when you asked
For my soul
You deemed me selfish
For refusing to let it go
this is my 132nd poem, written on 11/15/24
Sarah Richardson Nov 2024
Scattered snakes
A leap of faith
A vacation from self
Into void

Two doors
Open Eyes
A descent
Into what we avoid

Constant sounds
Crescendos
To proximity
Of now
Meditation breaks
Then reforms

Foreign Sensations
Cell surge
Heavy heart
Static dreams
A pit opens
In consciousness

Destruction of silos
Synthesized parts
Hypnotized whole
One moment
Breaking into many

Weight of being
Sinking into flesh
Falling through mind
Flying past thought
Floating in awareness
Light as emptiness

I want to hold onto my memories
Like water in cupped hands
I fear entropy taking them away
Bit by bit, byte by byte
I am attached to them and I love them
Even as they change me
I see life through them
Through dreams that dream me

Webs of Stories form beliefs
Influencing actions
Creating concepts of me
Until me becomes myth

A synthesis of cells
Speaking electric tongues
A possession of matter
By patterns that think
Through a brain and a spine
And everything between
Resulting in unity
Of scattered fragments

Interactions forming bonds
All the way up
All the way down
Outside and within
Culture eating society
Society eating self

Self eating body
Body eating mind
Biology consuming chemistry
Chemistry consuming physics
Down to quantum foam

Relationships and interactions
Observation collapses waves
Into singular moments
Of existence

Embodied interactionism
Where Brahman meets brain
Where infinite touches finite
Where I dissolve
Into we

Forming beliefs
From scattered signs
Influencing actions
Through quantum dice
Creating me
From cosmic debris
Until individual
Becomes universal
Lakz Poetry Nov 2024
Travel an emotion
With lots of happiness and Hopes
Either crossing timezones
or to the nearest city
Either Holding hands
or setting yourself free
Exploring the essence of
New Place, People and Culture
Travel could find your true self
making it the best refreshment
Keep travelling!
#Travel #Finding Self #Life
Sara Barrett Nov 2024
I am confident because I am a woman,
Not a reflection of someone else’s desires,
Not an object to be shaped by their whims,
But a vibrant force, grounded and inspired.
They think they own my beauty,
As if it’s theirs to claim and consume.
But I’m the storm that shakes their ground,
A force of nature, bold and unbound.
Each scar I bear tells of my fight,
A testament to strength and might.
I rise like fire, daring and bold,
Defying limits they’ve tried to mold.
I honor the woman in my own mirror,
Her spirit unbroken, her vision clear.
If my independence stirs their unease,
Let my truth rise like a tempest, swift as the breeze.
I refuse to fit into their narrow confines,
Living authentically, where my spirit shines.
As free as the winds that weave through the trees,
With aspirations that soar beyond their pleas.
When their illusions begin to crumble and fall,
They lash out like shadows, but I stand tall.
Their approval was never my measure of worth;
I’ll reflect on this journey with pride and mirth.
Finding strength in each “no” that I dared to speak,
In every chain I shattered, in every dream I seek.
My path is my own, uniquely defined;
I am here—embracing the fire in my mind.
With courage as my compass and hope as my guide,
I’ll honor my story, with nothing to hide.
This poem celebrates female empowerment and self-identity, articulating the strength and resilience of a woman who refuses to conform to societal expectations. The speaker asserts her independence, using vivid imagery and metaphors to convey her journey of self-discovery. Themes of defiance, beauty, and personal growth resonate throughout, as she embraces her scars as symbols of strength. The flow of words enhances the emotional impact, creating a powerful anthem for authenticity and self-acceptance. Overall, this work serves as a bold declaration of individuality and a rejection of external validation.
Sandy Macacua Nov 2024
She peeled her oranges today,
actually for years,
but this isn’t about oranges.

She holds things together,
piece by piece, peel by peel,
grown used to her hands
and the strength they reveal,
but this isn’t about oranges.

It feels strange when another
reaches out, offers to peel,
to see past the layers,
the parts that are real,
but this isn’t about oranges.

She learns self-reliance,
but maybe it’s true,
that letting someone help
doesn’t make her less, but new,
and again, this isn’t about oranges.

So here’s to the balance,
to peeling her own,
yet knowing it’s okay
not to do it alone.

Because, in the end,
this isn’t just about oranges.
Hello Daisies Nov 2024
Years of screaming
Years of tears
Death
Demons
And hell
I fell
But always always
Came back
Felt it all
Used my emotions
To never again crawl

Spite helped me through
Spite helped me see
Spite was honestly
The best thing
For me

Hell came back
Hell came harder
Fire turned to lava
Mountains spewing
Oh the drama

I lost my sense of emotion
My send of me
I lost any destiny
Crippled
Alone
Torn from a future thrown
I was to die
Bitter and cold
Shaking and alone
The silence in my heart
The wounds never to part
I was alive
Yet buried six feet under
No wonder
No life
Just breathing in
Strife

Given up
No luck
No hope
No love
No stars
No God
I didn't give a ****
My heart turned black
The angels were only to attack
Angels of death
Demons of life
They filled me with hell
burned me til I couldn't
Yell

Years went by
Surely I was meant to die
Now and forever
Yet I didn't surrender
Never completely
Everyday dying
Still secretly trying
I would fight
While faces in the night
Taunt me
Telling me I'm not alright
Telling me I made my own plight
I'm crazy
Give up the fight

Never ever
Surrender your might
Never ever
Surrender your love
I can feel again
I can call my soul
A friend
In the end
My anger
My spite
Kept me through the night
Kept me giving all my might
*******
**** them all
I may fall
But I'll always stand tall
After it all
I am brave
I am strong
I belong
Life has it out for me
I will not beg or plead
For an eternity
I will win
I will grin
I will love with all my heart
I will see angels
And not death
I will see October
And nothing less
I cannot digress
Enough
How strong I was
How strong I am
Murdered
Broken
Beaten
Slammed
I was shamed
I was blamed
Stabbed through the heart
Told never to start

Here I am
Smiling again
The music is glistening
I am listening
With grace in my soul
I will always know
I'll be okay
It'll be okay
Feeling is beautiful
In every ******* way
Hi
Mercy Nov 2024
When I gaze into the mirror,
I see no reflection,
When they take my picture,
There is no image to capture,
It feels as though I do not exist,
No connection between my body and soul,
When silver strikes, I still feel it,
Yet I do not claim it as my own,
I yearn for a body that captures my essence,
One day,
I will confront the shadows that haunt my soul
Steve Page Nov 2024
I have several names.

My first was the name
my mother wielded,
but she later conceded
I had an earlier name,
a longer name
that my father gave me,
a name borrowed
from the long dead,
the name authorities
would know me by.

And later, you adorned me
with shorter, snappier names -
names loaded with love
names that could be sung
and in which I took comfort
and pride.

When as a student I arrived,
wheeling cases through customs,
I saw the linguistic gymnastics
reflected in their eyes
but I kept silent and smiled,
lest they felt they fell short
lest they sensed that I found fault
in their command
of each element of my name.

But the truth is I hold
my true names elsewhere,
in my place of song and friendships
far from these shores.

I have several names
and accumulate more each year
as I spare acquaintances
the shame of verbal stumbles.

I have several names,
but I know who I am
with you.
Many of my friends who have had the courage to migrate carry many names.
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