Self Poems
the river sticks
by Grace McDonough
Eternal nothing would be a gift
Why do i spend this time fearing it
It could be a welcomed feeling
I’d let it in
And brush its cheek
Let it enter me--
Bear it.
The river will guide me down
To the hell
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Lost
by Author Reinvented
I am lost.
I was broken long ago.
Tried to fix myself but I don't know
How much is me
And how much is the seeds
Planted in my memories,
A darkness hidden deep.
So push me down
To the ground,
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No gain without pain- a Runner’s tale
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Legs pumping, muscles screaming
Eyes transfixed, seeing but not seeing,
Mind wandering sometimes dreaming
Heart thumping, loudly beating.
Body glistening, pace increasing,
No thought other than just breathing,
Inner voice gently pleading,
It's against me that you're competing.
Hardened gaze, resolve seeking
Any thought of slowing down but fleeting,
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Amalgamation Curation
by Jessica Leininger
I desire violently and I wait.
I know how to be the inert object.
The sound of heavy boots
Which haven't been worn in a season.
Am I a stupid girl?
No, he says, you're a beautiful fish.
Every song is worship
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Philosophy of Me
by Ujjal Mandal
By Ujjal Mandal, India
Thoughts have a continual succession
of complacency or anxiety,
black thoughts paint me a fire fly
that emits light mere in the darkness.
I am like the flowing air
neither I have head to think
nor the arm to catch,
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The Song of Spirit
by Julianne StanleyThere's something disturbing in the air. An eery, deep quiet; a boring hole of dark empty. There's nothing as loud as silence. Grey matter makes holy shapes before swallowing us whole. The moon pulls tides inward to the secret world of ocean like the soul pulls the body. I drool into my cup of dreams and pour it into a flowing river of desire. You count the rings of my fingerprints like the rings of a tree stump, and you find I am a thousand years old. An endless spiral, an endless song. We kiss poison and call it praise, we call it worship. We deny our powers in humanness and call it sin. Trees die, still calling your name. Yet you cannot hear for you will not listen.
Continue readingLuminal Whispers
by Julianne Stanley
The moth takes
its powdery soft breathes with
the strokes of its wings
and
the sycamore's leaves
murmur in their celestial tongue,
telling stories to the dark.
I take my breaths too,
but they come out coppery
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Amalgamation Curation
by Jessica Leininger
I desire violently and I wait.
I know how to be the inert object.
The sound of heavy boots
Which haven't been worn in a season.
Am I a stupid girl?
No, he says, you're a beautiful fish.
Every song is worship
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I Tried To Find You
by Emily Krauss
I tried to find you,
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But you’re hiding from yourself,
Behind a wall of bricks that seem
So, so, so
Unbreakable
Making it impossible to see you.
For who you really are.
You’re afraid of letting go,
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To the scatter
by Hudhaifah siyad
Someone there is at it,
That likes the very bit,
Scorning all for flattery,
Or as is at, for some treat,
To the very end of the initial start.
Something there is that shows,
Outgrown and visible on no hearts,
Flattery like, mouthing out for bites,
Or as it be, for same reasons as hers,
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