#groups
Generations will change with time.
For others, they will care a dime.
They believe in individualism.
And freedom rather than activism
Youngsters have a sense of sublime
Thinking differently is in their prime.
But one may think it's a waste of time.
They show an interest in adventurism.
Different age groups
We believe in working on time.
They are also serious sometimes.
Some may or may not take up alcoholism.
It depends on individualism.
Let's respect each other's line items.
Different age groups
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC
Borders in our heads
where it becomes unsafe
and we are on our guard
against those who come in
with a mouth full
of questions and criticism
who keep a low profile
as good neighbours
with democratic rights
to undermine government
whereby they change colour
until they feel strong enough
to blow up differences
and to welcome others'
losses as gains
until there are no more borders
just gaps and stinking fistulas
with internal bleeding
Mar 9, 2023
Mar 9, 2023 at 4:38 AM UTC
A famous alumnus is visiting the university. I got an invitation several days ago to a small, socially distanced, masked, focus group. It was to be early on a Saturday morning - so, why not? I was excited to see her - I’m a fan.
We were a diverse group of about 20 (covid tested before admittance) students and I was in the back row. Seating was offset so everyone could see everything perfectly. I craned and swiveled, when her entourage came into the room. Then, there she was - I’m sure I was grinning ear to ear (behind my mask), we clapped, excitedly. She wore a navy business suit. A jacket over a black blouse with slacks and black shoes.
She gave a talk, about the challenges America faces. On YouTube, her speech-giving voice always seemed artificial, cold, harsh and brittle. Here, she was low-key, motherly, whip smart, personable and humorous - everything I had hoped for.
Then there was a question and answer session (NOT easy questions - did I mention whip smart?) followed by a no touching reception line. And *** she’s a foot away. She seemed a lacquered and corrected sort of person - professional - I guess you’d say.
Everyone was gently elbow bumping with her, so I did too. You’d say your name and class. “Anais Vionet, freshman,” I said. I wanted to say “I’m a BIG fan” but I thought I might come off as either fawning or even worse someone bent on wasting her time.
We both smiled, me behind my mask and I bobbed a goodbye nod, but as I went to step away she said, “How’s your Grandmother?” I was shocked but I managed to say, “She’s fine, thank you.” To which she replied, “Please tell her I said hello.” I just nodded, “yes” as a sort of “I will,” and stepped away.
I glanced around, there was no handler by her side and she wasn’t wearing an earpiece - how she knew me I have no idea - but now I think she’s considering a run in 2024. My grandmère would be a whale of a donor.
What a bizarre encounter.
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 12:25 PM UTC
Born as one, will die alone, but what may come in time?
A loner for eternity, perhaps a clever mind
Might turn into a brilliant thinker or a thoughtful soul
We watch the journey of lonely men until they fade and go
At best a man is on his own, where he can touch the sky
For what he wants to be in life, he’ll find the wings to fly
To wisdom and awareness
To love and even happiness
But what if the herd closes in, guided by one mind
It shares a common cause not slightly challenged or refined
Just follow the leader
Reckless, the screamer
Common sense is greater good but only if a sense
Is powered by a single mind and not by all his friends
Cleverness is quickly lost in expanding crowd
Sadly, most common senses are those that are most loud
The power of the masses should never be denied
Shouting in a crowd is bliss, but please don’t lose your mind
You’re still an individual
Please, be the individual
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC
Two sets of three
apart
One on top,
lost in hymns
The other sitting
crossed legged on
the floor
Air passes by
words follow
The sets move
they change
Time is neither
friend or foe,
but
a guide for
the sets
From song to song
topic to topic
Until the lights
grow dark and
the eyes start
to dim
Call it a night
The sets break off,
six to four
four to two
two to one
Lock the door,
dampen the lights
Good night
11-3-19
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
people mold their masks out of fear,
fear of rejection in certain groups of friends
be yourself or be someone else
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
When the sky sheds tear
and the up-creek of the city water
ripples beneath your shoes
this and the green man
flings you forth
onto pattering stone.
you bob with the other umbrellas
I wonder what its like for them
to see a sea of beautiful rainfall
and the creatures, hiding beneath -
too weak to take it.
They move like a sea as if one,
despite each having their own trajectory
marching as if they chose it.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
It’s too noisy these days
I’m at the point where I don’t want to listen
Seems everybody’s got something to say
Leave me alone please
I don’t want to hear your chatter anymore
I wish I had a remote so I could mute you all
-AJT
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
You are our new favorite swear word.
Noun: A tool.
They have stopped existing in shades of Lavender - hearts don’t get sent anymore.
And no one wants to read a love poem.
Or see a Colored Girl’s Rainbow bowed broken
beneath the weight of the egotistic.
The simplistic.
Residing in kingdoms of accusation
heartbreaks - a spectrum of Mauve. But they don't send hearts - anymore.
It's a hashtag - an anniversary. Let
them right it - your tombstone: Hear lies
a label maker - Heartless
promise breaker - Liar who lay in wait
bruise colored suicide, bombing hope - wrapped up in hate. Rumor has it, we don't send hearts anymore.
Or scream. Or speak. Blocked
your throat – and ceased to exist.
and no matter how much we beg, do not feed the lion.
You only accept amethyst stained hearts anyway.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
hold on, wait, what, what similarities?
I sit in the group looking around, the grey plastic chair crushes my ******* spine as I cling to it for dear life.
the tutor comes to me last, two weeks in a row I don't get time to talk.
great, I'm already an outsider, now I don't get time to talk.
I listen as the group in the nicer, cosier and brighter room next door laugh and joke.
they are all young and pretty, a feeling of longing pulls me down like a giant magnet, why am I not in that group. have I not got the skills to be young and pretty anymore?
for almost one month now I despair.
how can I ever find my voice in this group there are all so strong, strong women.
this week she comes to me first, I speak, it doesn't help. can they even see me, understand my accent, it seems I'm more different than similar.
the next week I don't go, avoidance wins 1st place gold trophy as I sit alone in bed.
with other groups I'm so strong and proud, can I fake it next week, or maybe just conform and comply.
and so it goes on, am my question remains, what ****** similarities?
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
Feeling like a stenographer in a cult room
Pulling an all-nighter, maybe
What are we down for now?
Lungs are getting painful and keep blowing out smoke
Even with nothing taken
Just because of the cold
Flick Flick
The camera flash goes off
Lower, Hum, Delete, Raise, Flash, Repeat
What couldn’t they find in the picture?
What are they trying to see through the flash?
My hands are pruning from the cold
Flick Flick
Awkward ***** on a Thursday
Everyone eyes a couple
Grinding and kissing
She’s coughing in his face
He keeps pushing her off of him
I’m wondering if it’s actually all just me
Shivering and arching
Flick Flick
Conspiracy theories
“The only way to win tetris is not to play”
“My sister’s drunk as **** she’s drunk as hell”
Was I right?
We all thought that was the same girl
We all felt sad about the assumptions
But me; it’s me
My hands are cold
Flick Flick
“How long are you going to let him hurt you?”
I would do it too
Led away by a pitched tent
Mistaken guessed identities trying to place him
Is it really who I think?
I’m in crystalized vision
Flick Flick
“I just have love in my heart and I want to give it to someone”
You’re what comes to me
The bright star outside of Orion’s belt
Lower moans
I would look good in a cigarette wouldn’t I?
I’m not gonna smoke a cigarette tonight
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
A Articulate
C Christ
D Demon
C Challenge
The writer group
session Australian
Hard Rock Lion
Rebirth Laptop
All grouped in
The City
Singer she thinks
her style of the pick
Raw sugar on me
The Taylor Swiftly
Her wings of
gravity
No Ladybug
Patriot Brady Bee_____
A group meeting
Got stung doing the
jitterbug
Jazzy lounge Bearhug
Music notes of Junk
Whole marriage records
So group me in
((Single))
Signed rotten Platinum
fink
Miss the concert line
Jibb
Jibbering
Riveting
Jive Five
The tribe
all feathered
Group( Kiss)
Dark eyes vibe
ACDC
the King of rock
You shock me all night
Elvis ain't nothing
hounded hitchhiked
ACDC-Money Talks
50 shades of the Greyhound
Those twin singers
Tinker Bell Groupies
Now it's the
Hells Bell
The four letter word
F--K____
F---K E Fake
What a ***** of
the light finger
The bands became
AARP Old Rocker
chair
What a **** in her
rocker pants
Drum roll
Headlights
Rock and Roll
Tour group of
FRANCE F- Friendship R -Remain
A- And N- Never C-Can E-End
ITALY I- T-Trust A-And L-Love Y You
ENGLAND E-Every N-New G-Guy L Leaves
A-After N-Ninety D-Days
The world in
Eighty tight money Days
Group 8 days a week
ahh I need
your love girl
I guess you know its true
And when you're Pregnant
Hey we are Rockers
we don;t have a clue
I phone fingers do the
Hard rock Art of music
strumming
Please no old
folks snoring
Days so long belly
stretched
The canvas
one-day creation
The car broke
her water broke
Due date
280 days
Group Pregnancy
pays
The mechanic
charging by
the hour
(Midas_-_-
That Callgirl
not interested
Age of the rush
Pinterest pictures
Poison Ivy itching
Slower age Envy
To crush ********
And going back
Forever modern age
Hey world be clever
ACDC
We are all a group
linked
My jackpot
My baby
most blissful
Inked in Pink
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Hey guys I wanted to appoligize for not writing as much as I used to. I've been going through a lot recently. Now I am overcoming the recent patch of life and stepping into the light. I am going to be starting a page on the social media site Facebook specifically for this page of poems because I really want to hear from you guys. My poems are about problems many people go through and often directed toward LGBT adults and youth. I would love if you all went and like the page. Hopefully the page can be fun and a bit of a support group. In an upcoming post I will give the link to the page all are welcome. Even if u are not following this page. Just if you have problems and would like a place to speak out and feel okay please come and check it out. Thanks guys. Thank you for all the support and I hope you are all okay and just know you can hit me up if you ever need someone to listen.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Party for One;
Yes that's right;
One, not two;
Not even three!
You heard me,
Party for One,
People are a ton
To handle
In groups
All claustrophobic
And bustling
And so,
This is it,
Party for One.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC