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Heather McCorkle Jul 2018
I was told that I have a small personality
What does that even mean?
I've been trying to figure it out
The accusation coursing through my veins while I bleed

How small exactly?
As knit as a picnic basket?
As crushable as an ant?
As microscopic as a germ that festers and grows into a size where it has symptoms but no sight?

Huh
If I am a germ that means I can start epidemics that sweep nations
Racking coughs and blood-shot eyes
Why are you acting surprised?
Don't worry, you don't realize
IF I were that small, I'd never use sickness as my disguise

I guess you assume I'm small because I'm shy
No, not shy
Reserved
I'm not scared to talk to you
I'm not scared to show my emotions
I just don't

Here you are, trying to fix me into something I'm not
When you don't even know the real me

Because if you think I'm small
You don't know me at all

My personality is BIG
I can switch from being mellow to violent as quick as a magic trick
And by violent I don't mean I'll cover someone with scratches
I mean vibrant and burning - here I am with the matches

Colours
So many colours
Soft yellow and grass green
Amber, scarlet, indigo, violet
My world is encircled by rainbows

Noise
My volume has the widest range - it's my choice
when I decide to speak softly
But I can yell
And I yell proudly

Please don't tell me I'm small
Please don't try to fit me in a box
There's nothing wrong with being reserved
Unless you lack passion which allows you to jump

To fly, actually
I've seen every corner of the sky
Have you?
I don't think so
I don't mean to be cocky
But I'd rather my personality be rocky
Than put on a front where I laugh and smile and scream
I'll let my heart speak when it wants to
Don't mock me

So no
My personality is not small
Not at all

I'm like a flower
A bud
In a sun kissed room
Just give me water
And I'm going to bloom
#bloom #reserved
neth jones Jun 10
the sky is sopping up
                smears of weather from the city day
filling out darkly
  the portly host of the eve   ushers us into warm dens
nature starts the night shift
it appraises

this night is rat dog    recovering from urban filth
                                       rolling in grass dew and spoil

the tainting of the air     is contributed to from abroad
migration of contraband fumes (forest fires out west)
                                     and the heat raises

too populated   to hold a proper witching hour
the night in shifts
any slumber has its quality watered down 
                                    the constant street activity

weeping sunrise   nights excuses stopper   inebriation rests
arrested blight   morning light and everything about
your crushable body smiles naked things
i roll over to face the uncurtained window
hunch out of bed and stilt my way
to support my self at the sill

overcast with an invasive muffle of smog
members of the bright-time    pooling for occupation
                      do not remember the night
                                it's simply poor sleep
25/06/23 is rough date of forest fires polluting Montréal
Kevin Triolo Nov 2011
Cradled,
sweetly nestled;
A little thing.
        Fiercely palmed.
        Strangely
        crushable.
Sing for me.



© 2011
Arcassin B Feb 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

Sweet candy perfume lingering.

Crushable purposes only,
Wanting you to just hold me,
You're the only one,
Only one, only one
The only one.

Wonderland in many ways,
Our love flourishes away,
Carrying your books to class , I want you to
have my last name.

The way you kiss, the way you smile,
Is so exquisite,
I need another one in my life, yeah you're,
The only one,
Only one , only one,
The only one,
I haven't had a girl like you in a minute,
My loving could be more than a minute,
I hope you could understand what exactly
I am bringing,
You're the one , sweet candy perfume lingering.
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/02/diamond-valley-high.html
Yeah my soul is hip hop I keep rapping til the creek stops
That means my heart drops from the all the water making spots
Yo it dont stop until my name reach top invest in private stocks
Whatcha got give up ya clothes ya shoes and ya jewels crews
Cant match up still got the purple stuff up in my cup gold cuffs
Worn on the suit brains I boot check the Lexus coupe my girl scoups
Me up in black and European do you see what we be seeing
Probably not that's why I showing em how the guns bleeding
Out smoke dont provoke the higher notes make famous quote
Dead man walking but ain't no talking king like Mr Walken
Not of New York I just rap the real for the sports seen forts
Knocked down welcome to htown where we pounding clowns
Imprint the crowns on ya forehead before ye dead now repeat
What I said daily bread got ya murders all over the newspread
Yeah we dont do beefs we do drive bys instead miss the feds
It's a mafia hit oh **** hide the kids ya wife and the money pit
I'm feeling like dmx amped up for *** cake a ***** from a rolex
No plex I'm cool as the next fan chilling counting rubberbands
Knots of money ain't nothing funny only to a sucka who play dummy
Drug runners and stunners flossin" in the up armored hummers
Axe out my critics like thunder it's a killer instinct so dont blink
See ya body stink soul begins to think am I still here or dead
**** what ya conscious said I'm here to replay the bloodshed
God of war flash more hammers than Thor shy from the mediocre
Invoker serious as the joker flick the bic for the cigar smokers
Hate a chick who cant **** **** nothing but ****** chokers tokers
Off the lost game pimps back once again 8th of the seven sins
That means I'm untouchable crushable only from the mental
I'll embrace u like bullets inside of a gun quick to let off
Set it off now you covered in dirt with ya head off I'm dead off
Playing this ***** game ya know the name big Tut staying the same
Never goofy spit off the coofy none could ***** me Goldie
With the locs of a glock tic toc see how I make the heats rock
Now ya mourning 33 ways in a dayz like Patrick I swayz
Just another day like Nate Dogg true hog yall sitting like logs
Still jog laps around the average  alley cat breaks ***** with no bats
See where my hearts at its ruthless making your blood splat
**** all the chit chat yeah we all that kung fu grills like Mr Pat
Haruharu Nov 2018
I hear your voice from the corridor.

Your laughter triggers my grief, I get so weak.

The voice that once gave me butterflies now feels like a dagger in my chest.

I can no longer hide, time's up.

I have to face you.

I wasn't strong enough to look down and our eyes met.

I felt the space, the universe even, between us.

A cracked glass wall I can't punch through no matter how hard I'd try.

While facing reality the ground beneath me gets blurry.

I'll never get away from you.

The walls I have to build to survive having you around won't be crushable.

Loving you will be my loneliest downfall.
Allie Karpenske Feb 2020
this little moth
is kissing up my arm
carpals, ulna, radius.
so soft, so crushable.
such a wild thing to be
flitting against my skin.

there is so much beauty
in tiny souls.

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