What the eff is up with this site? Why is it most people on the front page can't write? Folks just babble on and on... Or spit out a two line poem Which is fine if it's a two punch knockout Instead of sounding like a grammar school dropout And why do certain things get so many views? I can't seem to get more than two Post crap if you want, if that's what people write But they should give everybody a chance on this site So I don't write about flowers or blather on about paint So I don't pretend to be something I ain't We should all have a voice here, The good and the bad The silly, the happy, the lost and the sad So come on hellopetry, give gutter poets a try If you'd rise just a bit, we could meet eye to eye.
So sick of seeing the homepage full of crap poetry.
on that day she performed the dance in a mortal silence
the unusual exit with the back was hiding her face without any wave of hope, the eyes where seeking consolation, her spine became alive like a tempting serpent, arms were wavy wings a cry for help, legs outstretched like two cello strings rising under the guidance of internal forces,
the pirouettes faked with a great talent the lack of courage, as a sacrifice brought to the air she kept doing dozens of rotations as if the body was anointed with the dark air,
it fell into its arms like a wet coat,
every movement spoke again and again "I love you and I hate you",
sun rays died in a light that bowed obediently under the the public eyes riveted like a forest of frozen trees, waiting for what's next
Tribute to one of the best world”s ballerinas Maya Plitseskaya!
Drifting and silent. Into an abyss. Understanding, But not speaking. Knowing, But not answering. Overpowering talent, With no action. Seeking purpose somewhere. Being pushed into the future, No feeling of freedom. Everyone around is predictable but I act clueless. I can tell when they lie but I act foolish. Potential, hidden and rejected. Looking at it, but it never reflected. A mirror with no reflection is what I kept hidden. Something so rare, nothing could compare. This different way of thinking was dangerous. I questioned many things, and my questions damaged rings. I questioned life, I questioned what was above, I questioned about love. My questions were unanswerable sometimes. Some of them, I did want the answer. Some of them, I already knew the answer. And others didn't want to be answered. I wonder how it felt to be asked these questions. Maybe I was coming off as rude. For others, it was probably viewed as an attitude. So for my own sake, I kept my lips glued. Silent, once again. Maybe another time I could ask questions until the end.
But what does that mean? I am the raccoon Oblivious I’ve been
I once was a monkey To make laugh was to live I still am a monkey much joy I still give
The monkey inside me Might act as a cloak Was the monkey inside me Joker or Joke
The monkey, the mask I thought it not me The monkey, the mask I did not yet see That the monkey, the mask Is a part of me
I am the raccoon In case someone asks I am the raccoon Master of masks
A fox I once felt me and foxy I was A hunter I felt me slick tongue and sharp jaws
The fox he was smart And good at love’s game But the fox he knew Quick love ain’t the same
The fox, the mask Charming and sly The fox, the mask Was wondering why Why the fox, the mask So hard he did try
I am the raccoon Though cute my appeal I am the raccoon Your heart I will steal
The lion I’ve played When time came to lead The lion I’ve played By word and by deed
When I was the lion The orders I gave When I was the lion Like a king I’d behave
The lion, the mask With a queen by my side The lion, the mask At the head of the pride Felt the lion, the mask Was not my true hide
I am the raccoon I finally see I am the raccoon The masks they are me Yet behind all these masks Hides my curious mind A little raccoon Caring and kind When he scavenges life Happiness he does find He shares it with all And leaves no-one behind 🦝🐵🦊🦁🐘🐅🦓
The Raccoon is my spirit animal And an artistic lense through which I view myself This poem is my artist manifesto It grows as I obtain new masks And learn to put those to good use