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The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
What is this world's obsession with being known as one thing?
To society, you can only have one trait.
Artsy, smart, bookworm, gamer.
Pick one thing now, because you'll be it for the rest of your life.
You're an original, exactly like everyone else.
But still...
I'd rather have my personality labeled then my sexuality or gender.
Why do you care what I'm known as?
I can be bi one morning and lesbian the next!
I can be a girl one morning and a boy the next!
You can't stick a label on being yourself.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
We played hide-and-seek,
But you weren't looking for me.
We played tag,
But I was always it.
It's all fun and games,
Until I start writing poetry.
Then you know that you're well and truly *******.
There. It's done.
What you did is posted for the world to see.
Hope you enjoyed your game.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
There's a place
I like to go
Where nobody says yes
And nobody says no

Nobody argues
For nobody's there
Nobody is mean
And nobody cares

It's always quiet
The silence never ends
But I'm not alone
Nobody's my best friend
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Come on, open up your eyes.
Stop looking at the screen.
There's a whole world out there.
Don't read a story.
Write one.
Live one.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to live your life.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Where
Am
I?
Opened
Up
My
Eyes
But
I
Can't
See.
I
Am
Surrounded
By­
An
Endless
Abyss.
Looking
Through
The
Screen,
I
See
The
Next
Dim­ension.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Love is a picnic on a warm summer day.
Love is accidentally holding hands during a movie.
(All I wanted was the popcorn...)
Love is sitting next to them at the lunch table.
Love is sharing your cookies, even when you want them all.
(They were freshly baked!)
Love is drying your tears, no matter how they feel.
Love is being their shoulder to cry on.
(How do I tell them?)
Love is, love is, love is...
Love is you.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
I open up the website. A million worries nag in my head.
Does nobody get it?
Does everyone hate it?
Is one-word titles stupid?
Are my words stupid?
Words swirl around in my head.
I pop open my skull and pull out a fresh poem.
I grab my bottle of inspiration and mix it up.
There. It's done.
Time to set my words free.
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