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 Nov 2024 Taru Marcellus
ross
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moonlight spilling from her eyes
magic pouring from her lips
the universe in audience of her beauty
even the stars would weep with envy


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 Nov 2024 Taru Marcellus
Zee
Jinx
 Nov 2024 Taru Marcellus
Zee
You were small once.
With wide eyes.

You saw the world.
In an array of colours.

In another life.
You'd be a great inventor.

Instead you grew.
Too fast.
Too soon.

You were born.
To make mistakes.

If only you knew.
If only you flew.

To the world.
You became a flaw.

Your  life was jinxed.
From the beginning.

You weren't born a fighter.
Yet became one in chaos.

You lost everything.
You lost everyone.

Will they ever understand?
All you ever was trying to do?
Was help?

They'll never understand.
The reason you became,
Something else.
This poem was inspired by the character Powder/Jinx from the Netflix series Arcane. If you'd like me to write more like this let me know.
“You always play a female”
Line stated at game night
An observation of behavior
No one know rings hollow
I state I have reasons
But do not state one

“You always play a girl”
So close, but so far
How sad it is that my escape
Is how I can feel rooted
Inhabiting another just to feel at home

“You always play a chick”
Noted but not answered
A bitter confession rise
Tasting of bile, anger, and freedom

“You never play a guy”
I do but you just don’t realize
It’s what I do every day

“You always play…”
You spot the pattern but not the meaning

All I do, every day, is play
 Nov 2024 Taru Marcellus
Khoisan
I know
I never have enough
still the little I have left
I give to you
so when I run on empty
you would've been
a few miles ahead of me.
Bad news is swallowed
With a grain of sour salt
Good news is absorbed
With a chalice of sweet honey.

We’re exhausted and disappointed
We’re out of words and stamina
Hope is put in parenthesis for now
And we feel that the future is very far.

Bad news is goggled and spat out
Our saliva is dehydrated and dry
Yet, like old soldiers, no sacrifice
Is too great to face the future.

Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
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