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Arcassin B Apr 2020
By Arcassin B

Im'a
overall special specimen simply super sensitive to sunlight,
Im'a
god body at 22 leaning for no attention in this world,
Im'a
Poisoned individual just like my brothers and sisters living,
Im'a
moth to a flame bang loud like a shot in the dark , better duck quick so
Im'a,
put all my hatred behind me because I know my enemies won't,
you put me in a bad position , if you say you miss me , you don't,
there are a lot of faces I don't want to see , but I know I can't be like that,
everyone is just a memory in my eyes , I don't wanna go back, so Im'a
Be a different species , a different species entirely,
If you can confide In me.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/04/different-species.html
neth jones Sep 2019

Species Memory

Numbed Clumsy by our ‘Legend’

Unreliable
Anti Haiku
Nigdaw Jul 2019
I can feel the purr
in his throat
as my fingers pass
across a trusting exposed neck

He lies, Panther like
across my branch leg limb
where we demonstrate
our approximation of love
between two species

Lost in translation sometimes
a little nip to remind me who's boss

We look into each other's eyes
I blink
He blinks
we have our connection.
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2019
Among all

Writers
Are the craziest species

First
They ****
The romance
And
They will say

Romance is dead
Genre: Observational
Theme: Uncompromising
Author's Note: Sometime they **** their thoughts. Sometime they fear to write. Sometime even after writing, they roll the paper and throw it inside the bin. Insane, they are.
Dipesh Jun 2019
The Universe, is it big? Or is our imagination of it is?

Are we alone? Indebted to the loan of the

unknown

who created us and the other organisms

who we disown,



How far will we go?



Where will our tempt to know more lead us?



Will it take us to other places with other organisms whom we

shall fight because we are nothing but

selfish

we care about the selfies

and the money and the things which we

own,



How far will we go?



I am more fascinated by other organisms because

they are

different

then us, they don't

fight over a spilled bowl,

they don't have emotions like us all,

but still, they survive, at least they try to and we

do them the

opposite,

our own fall,



How far will we go?



I don't know when we will find

life outside of our planet but if we

do

Mark my words,

we shall not leave them alone

because it is our nature to

fight,

for our own survival, no for our

ego,

Now, we will **** them

all,



How far will we go?

~A poem.
Humans fascinate me. Our differences, our indifferences, are so small, yet large?
I don't know where we all are headed.
neth jones Jun 2019
The Species are                                              
the Variety of this Strife

When Fungi has made over mankind      
our ruins will finally be functional

We funded the skeleton
the crust of the next paradise

We peppered the world thoughtlessly
We prepare the way for the next guest

May it hail and thrive on our erratic byproducts
and disregard our story
J.G. Ballard / Naussica /
Poppy Halafihi Mar 2019
Opening my eyes for the very first time
by my mothers side without a single crime
The sun is shining
I am playing
We are sliding
My mum is smiling
I'm anticipating to explore the lands
Without having to hold her hands
Soon I’ll no longer be a pup
Soon I’ll be all grown up

Suddenly I can hear sounds of laughter
The noises started to scatter
Bang bang bang
They’re attacking her
My own mother
She protected me
Pushing me to the sea
To set me free
Telling me to spree
With no time to disagree
The monsters didn’t want my mum
They wanted me, to slit my throat
But this time they’ll return to their boats
Without my warm white coat

Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by
I’m getting low on air supply
I’m afraid to see what above
I wish everything could just be undone
Gasping for one more breath
Circled by all their deaths
Feeling as though I’m about to drown
Whiles fleeing this crazy battle ground

My arms are getting heavy
I don’t think I’m quite ready
My legs are starting to burn
I don’t know where to turn
Swimming as fast as I can without thinking
I find myself trapped in this thick green netting
I don’t want to moan
As I am not alone
I wish this wasn’t real
I think they want me for their meal

Unlike the others I mange to set my self free
With this thick green netting all around me  
It’s weighing me down
I don’t want to drown
Five days go by everyday is a struggle
Swimming around stuck in this rubble
You are destroying my home
With no safe place to rome
Up to 200 species extinct everyday
There’s no time to delay
5 of my kind are endangered
It’s time to make changes!

By Coco 07
I am an Au Pair inspired by an 11 year old.
We wrote this poem together to create more awareness on the cruelty we are causing.
Together we can make a difference!
neth jones Feb 2019
to the colouring book
and the maddening imagination
the insistence of the scribes
and the glandular power of our missions
of the dome and the species
the turn of the trickster
and the business being
within our clan
in our hand
in the span of our grind
a product of our natters
is there shared scheme in mind ?

                               - an inhabiter
Dark shadows enfold
my heart that
I gave you to hold.

Every time you walk past,
without even an hello,
Omni, I get so cold as if my
soul will freeze then fold

Your being completed me,
so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what
your eye's use to behold.

I'm as a withered plant,
without your sun I'm done.
The end of my species,
never to see the sun.

Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom,
I was the most beautiful in the room!
*
Thank you for that.

~SacredInkedBlood
(Author Ven J. Arnold)
©2018
A metaphoric piece written for a kindred soul, a poet here by the name of @Omni. A fond kindness that I have developed for this poet as if we were souls that have once met and I'll never meet him in this lifetime.
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
Of all the known truth

Only the humans are
The Polarized species
Genre: Observational
Theme: People change, they have a beating heart, else never with they
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