Self Poems
The Imposter Haiku
by Aynia Moreaux
My mind is outside
looking inwards to observe
fighting with myself
Before I Do
by Aynia Moreaux
Memories wash over me,
seafoam retreating to reveal something deeper under the sand
I dig in my toes, feeling the cool water between the grains cushioning my feet
emotions rising up within me like the new tide
The waves crash, violently, thunderously
The flash of lightening a shock to the senses
The air is crisp, electric as the rain begins to pound down
......
Untitled
by Aynia Moreaux
The smallest room can feel like a cavern
When you’re alone with your own fear and insecurities
As I sit on an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar sheets
And listen to the sound of an unfamiliar person
Am I changed forever now?
What is coming for me in the future?
Uninitiated, yet thrown into a world dominated by pain and self hate
......
el silencio que quedó atrás
by atef ayadi
un robot meditó durante 30 años,
buscándose a sí mismo.
un día, se le agotó la batería.
por fin, lo fue."
el silencio que queda atrás es lo que eres.
deja de leer.
desaparece.
si esto fuera cierto,
......
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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poke the moon, is yourself to sway
by atef ayadi
you stand, fist raised,
against the mountain’s face.
each strike an echo
that only you embrace.
you call it yoga.
i call it poking the moon.
so drop the hammer,
left or right.
let your hand
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Before I Do
by Aynia Moreaux
Memories wash over me,
seafoam retreating to reveal something deeper under the sand
I dig in my toes, feeling the cool water between the grains cushioning my feet
emotions rising up within me like the new tide
The waves crash, violently, thunderously
The flash of lightening a shock to the senses
The air is crisp, electric as the rain begins to pound down
......
Untitled
by Aynia Moreaux
The smallest room can feel like a cavern
When you’re alone with your own fear and insecurities
As I sit on an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar sheets
And listen to the sound of an unfamiliar person
Am I changed forever now?
What is coming for me in the future?
Uninitiated, yet thrown into a world dominated by pain and self hate
......
The Imposter Haiku
by Aynia Moreaux
My mind is outside
looking inwards to observe
fighting with myself
el silencio que quedó atrás
by atef ayadi
un robot meditó durante 30 años,
buscándose a sí mismo.
un día, se le agotó la batería.
por fin, lo fue."
el silencio que queda atrás es lo que eres.
deja de leer.
desaparece.
si esto fuera cierto,
......
