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"uptightness" poems
My hair is braided, I swear Somedays I wear it like a crown And somedays a crown of thorns Creditors keep calling I don’t answer Friends reach out Reluctantly I engage Engagement like a minimum-security prison Hush, the weak have arisen That’s some days I long for, crave for Nothing Answers Fulfillment Peace Emptiness Apple pie? French Fries With loads of ketchup Presence Yes, That’s it The present-perfect moment Wrapped in gift gold A pen that doesn’t skip Except down the street A pen that writes what it wants Not what it’s told Without regards to you A totally naked pen Unselfconsciously naked pen A pen without permission A pen without presumption A pen without proper purpose A pen without a penchant for perfection (excuse the alliteration) Without politeness or uptightness A pen that flip-flops A pen that hides under the covers when you’re around A pen that doesn’t stop Even after it runs out of ink Pink Ink Think ink Until I get tired of pink think ink A pen that doesn’t get bored so easily Like you Maybe I do   And maybe I don’t Maybe we’re two pens in a pod. Oh, fickle pen That’s so like you Yup’ the pen made me do it I’m a slave to the pen What’s up with you?
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
bo-tansky
Two Pens in a Pod
My hair is braided, I swear Somedays I wear it like a crown And somedays a crown of thorns Creditors keep calling I don’t answer Friends reach out Reluctantly I engage Engagement like a minimum-security prison Hush, the weak have arisen That’s some days I long for, crave for Nothing Answers Fulfillment Peace Emptiness Apple pie? French Fries With loads of ketchup Presence Yes, That’s it The present-perfect moment Wrapped in gift gold A pen that doesn’t skip Except down the street A pen that writes what it wants Not what it’s told Without regards to you A totally naked pen Unselfconsciously naked pen A pen without permission A pen without presumption A pen without proper purpose A pen without a penchant for perfection (excuse the alliteration) Without politeness or uptightness A pen that flip-flops A pen that hides under the covers when you’re around A pen that doesn’t stop Even after it runs out of ink Pink Ink Think ink Until I get tired of pink think ink A pen that doesn’t get bored so easily Like you Maybe I do   And maybe I don’t Maybe we’re two pens in a pod. Oh, fickle pen That’s so like you Yup’ the pen made me do it I’m a slave to the pen What’s up with you?
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Sophia, She was full of interest but silent her view to life was lucid but dim She knew her finish line so she dug the world to find her answer She locked all her doors, counted the stars, dreamt until dawn, nothing interest her outside her room Then Sophia met Philos, a man full of kindness, affection, and compassion The world was his adventure, his arena And they fell for each other Sophia didn’t get him at first He looked like a fool But he loved her dearly despite her cold heart and her uptightness Philos gave anything to her Sophia felt different since Philos He thought her a view she once misunderstood An overwhelming warmth hugged her body filled with ideas and hopes She felt moved to bring her outside Love is the cause of action and now she know that Because without Philos, Sophia is nothing
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Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
annalour
Philos
Sophia, She was full of interest but silent her view to life was lucid but dim She knew her finish line so she dug the world to find her answer She locked all her doors, counted the stars, dreamt until dawn, nothing interest her outside her room Then Sophia met Philos, a man full of kindness, affection, and compassion The world was his adventure, his arena And they fell for each other Sophia didn’t get him at first He looked like a fool But he loved her dearly despite her cold heart and her uptightness Philos gave anything to her Sophia felt different since Philos He thought her a view she once misunderstood An overwhelming warmth hugged her body filled with ideas and hopes She felt moved to bring her outside Love is the cause of action and now she know that Because without Philos, Sophia is nothing
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