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Tilde S S Jul 22
Be, be, be
Everything rhymes
Why is it me?

Me, me, me
I don't want to be
I just want to see
See colours and flavours and,
everything I cannot be
things I want to see
things when I try to breathe
To relieve myself of things I need
Things I need and ways I feed

Feed, feed, feed
Feeling like food is not how it's supposed to be
Not how I should feel
Food is an enemy, food is a friend
Food nourishes to no end
So why oh why does it hurt to eat?
It shouldn't, that's why,
we all try not to eat

Try, try, try
I cannot comprehend why
Me oh no I
why do I try
Everything they do just makes me cry
Just be normal
Just be kind
All I want
Is to wake up and see the light
Light from which I no longer have to try
to see,
cry,

Maybe it's better to sleep at night
Tilde S S Jul 22
In half is what I am
They don't know because they can't
I don't blame them
But maybe I should
For every time they think they would
Every time they think they could

Just like the number 3,033
The brain cannot see
Cannot be in the place of me

In half is what I am
Broken, unbroken
Trying what I can
Trying to make them see
Trying to fight the side,
I don't want to be
Trying all I can to just let it be
My very first poem. I wrote this to put words onto how I feel about how I am. The number 3,033 is inspired by the larger number comprehension theory, where it's said that the brain can't fully comprehend nor visualize numbers above the thousands and so forth
CE Uptain Jul 16
Poets write poems
They think and think
Pickup their pens, it’s over
I' sure this is not haiku, at least it's short and to the point. We poets are a funny bunch.
A spiritual journey is funny.
Just when you think you've lost, you've actually won.
Not because you gave up, but because you learned to let go...

-Rhia Clay
You are precious
Like treasure
Someone I wish to
Protect
Allow me to rest
Within your shadow
Keeping an eye on you
Staying warm
Comfortable in your dark
Just tell me
When you need me
I promise the part of me
That lives in your shadow
Will behave until needed
I want you to protect
My peaceful
Calm relaxed
Side that is always exposed
While the monster that hides
Waits
Rests
Gets stronger
In case you need help
But I digress
To protect you
Just tell the shadow
I will protect you
Like a dragon
Over looking its hoard
Except
The only riches
I have is
A gem
Equipped with multiple pieces
That makes a whole
Beautiful
Unique
Special
Treasure
In turn look at me as your
Hidden
Dark
Valuable
Jewel
With nothing more than a
Demon lurking
Protecting you from your shadow
Mark Wanless Jun 14
nothing exists time
is a fabrication you
think therefore you think
Bri Jun 10
Brain churning deeply
Storm clouds race across my mind
Waves crash endlessly
Haiku
Ruminate: to think deeply
Cheyenne Jun 5
If I wrote all my thoughts
On tiny scraps of paper,
Or tapped onto a blinding white screen-
Could I call it poetry?
Would people listen to me then?
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