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You are more than what eyes can see

You are not what they think of you,
Your heart doesn't change when your hair gets hue.

You are not the fashion trend you follow,
You are above perceptions which are hollow.

Your bright lipstick is just an accessory,
It shouldn't change due to sarcasm or decree.

Your tone shouldn't overrule your statement,
Your no is denial and your yes is the agreement.

Your smile is mere happiness, not a proposal,
Your stands in an argument are views, they don't make you unfilial.

Your body is a sheath for your soul,
You must never accept judgements for a part or the whole.

For, you are precious and a blessing on the earth,
Nobody can do your job and can ever fill your dearth.


Copyright © Deepika Srivastava | Year Posted 2018


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Break up

        Sorry I cant go 
          it’s not that I don’t like you 
       We are just different
         You like parties and I don't 
       Yes, I understand goodby 


Copyright © carlos trevino | Year Posted 2018


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I'm your crazy wand

Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.
Never mind,I am the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.

Speak or say no,but I will still speak.
I have live for you only how I left you.
In the whole world, i am only wishing you.
Do not ever tell me,you forget me,
I'm not going to listen.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.

Never speak that moon will ever be
separated from the moonlight.
Is anyone ever happy to lose his life?
This is what I want for you,your loved once.
Never mind, I'm the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.



Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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My hearts love

My wish is that you are my heart's love.
My happiness is only from your happiness.
More than you and no longer I love someone.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

I love you,I will go from this world.
As long as i will live sweetheart,I will love you.
My life is all over now,it is only for you.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

My heart is my pain,you know it.
The thread of my breath's necklace is tangent to you.
Relationship is like this,whose rupture is not approved by 
I will settle for you in my breath.
Without you,I will live a moment now.
I have strong sense of you.
You are my comfort to the eyes.
I have won by seeing you and this is my job now.
No more than you and no one is my wish now.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Love is a bond

Love is the confluence of two peoples,
this bond is of two relationships,
one is way and one is the destination.
One of the hearts of both heart beats.
This is the bond of all their births.
Love is the confluence of two peoples,


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Colors

Have you ever just felt a color?
Do you even know how to  feel a color? 
I felt liliac that day
Like a flower blowing in the breeze
Calm 
Nothing could knock me down
Then HE approached
My color slowly started turning iron
HE is the only one who could break me 
And HE did 
He turned my color all the way to coal 
Then HE started talking 
My color turned crimson
HIS voice was too revolting to have a color
Every word he said made it burn 
Brighter
And brighter

HE left the room 
My color started turning back to lilac 
Then I realized
I was all alone 
No one could save me 
From HIM 
My color is now forever ash.



Copyright © Kadijat Alakiu | Year Posted 2018


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Winter Guard En Garde

 melting snowball 
Fall-out started with the spring-break competition; Errors were made as team effort slid downhill. Then when name-calling sparked a partition, esprit-de-corps broke to a stand-still. “Butterfingers!” the dig of choice, sabers, rifles drop in flight. “Cretin!” answers a voice, winter guard backbite. “Bozo, Clod, Clown” teenage jeers, meltdown - tears.
written March 20, 2018 Line Gauthier's A Melting Snowball contest


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2018


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Advice Not From Your Mother


Yes, I say you should seek the absurd,
 the outrageous, 
the deliriously mad.

I implore you to find the happy,
the joyful,
those crazed with perpetual glad.

Spend your time 
with insanely laughing idiots, 
where tomfoolery abounds.

You won’t have time
to resent a day of your life 
with this kind 
of tribe around.




Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Way of Life

Of a souls none are whole, all have holes.
Memories untold, lives unheard, Pains undiscovered, and sorrowful tolls.
Hidden and veiled, they persevere their closed hearts
We close the lid, fill it up each day  until the glass cracks and our souls leak out.
Patched up fast, and we hide the cracks till we break again.
Endless cycle, permanently broken, and temporarily repaired.
Examples for history that no one learns.
Entrusted to the special, only to be betrayed and judged .
Maybe why no one trusts anymore.
The world fears each other's judgement.
Brother turns on brother, friend on friend.
Why must we judge what we don't understand?
We tear ourselves and everyone else around use apart.
To hate is to love, to love is to hate.
One cannot exist without the other.
A way of life we have created with fear of what we don't know.


Copyright © Lya Hilburn | Year Posted 2018


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Dani a Charming CVS Pharmacist

within Zieglerville, pennsylvania

genuine snow white hair 
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private) 
after i croon (to said lass), 

the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission 
perchance twill be doomed from the start, 
and hence finding me forlorn 
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure, 

would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold 
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness), 

aye also resort to buttress 
any aural "stormy Dani yelling) 
via walled in interlap, 
which accouterment functions 
as a double agent i.e. (or, 

to be rather crude), 
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news 
inducing madcap

mass media circus 
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap 
essentially providing wig gull room 
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap 

pill low ma rendered free and clear 
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi 
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms 

most likely something internuclear 
simply to discover visa vis authenticity 
if cute employee 
(sporting hair 

white as the virgin snow), 
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses 
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited 

all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because 
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.



Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018


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Here's Why My CV Needs Work

NAME: Phil Latio LLB (Law) PhD (Medicine) FSC (Federation Starfleet Commander)

AGE: Pass

SEX: Well, I was born a male if that helps!

CONTACT DETAILS: Probably best I contact you. I'm currently residing at an undisclosed location awaiting the findings of a Securities and Exchange Commission investigation.

NATIONALITY: I am a citizen of this world and beyond.

NATIVE LANGUAGE: Don't know any - is that gonna be a problem?

MARITAL STATUS: Fantastic! Couldn't be better. Well, pretty good...to be honest it needs attention...okay, it sucks...alright, I can't breathe - it's a total buzzkill. I go to bed at night hoping my spleen will rupture and I'll bleed out before I wake!

EDUCATION: Umm, I remember an abacus and my lunchbox.

FURTHER TRAINING: Yeah, went back to school and progressed to a calculator and a Battlestar Galactica cooler (for my beer) and blitzed it, completing 10th Grade graduating in the top 84% of my class.

RECENT WORK HISTORY: Too much to mention here.

LAST EMPLOYER: We had a sudden parting of the ways. At an informal business meeting it is alleged that I acted inappropriately. In my defence I do suffer from impaired hearing. What he actually said was to close the door and "hold my calls!".

PREFERRED HOURS: Lunch hour! Dinner Hour! Happy Hour!

SALARY: Due to the post-GFC hangover I'm willing to start as low as Meg Ryan's plastic surgeon's salary in my first year plus bribes (sorry, benefits). After that we can negotiate stock options, a bitchin' set of wheels, a Happy Hookers gold card membership and a generous bonus remuneration package commensurate with my flair and expertise!

MOST ADMIRED PERSON: I'm conflicted here. I'm torn between Hugh Hefner and Fabio. Actually, no I'm not - it's a no brainer. Hef may be old and his fun parts on life support but c'mon...he's Hef!

I AM CURRENTLY READING: A summons to appear before a Disciplinary Review Board. Don't know what that's about.

AMBITION: To get laid (like a lot - without having to beg). To hang with Hef in the Playboy Mansion...duh! To make enough money to wipe the smug superior smiles off the likes of Rupert Murdoch and Mark Zuckerberg and reduce them to bit players on my grand stage. Oh, and to dedicate myself in an orphanage doing God's work - not in Bangladesh or Africa, but like Vegas or Cabo!

ATTRIBUTES: I have more attributes than virgins at a Star Trek convention. I never do drugs at work. I never take credit for something I didn't do unless I want to screw some manipulative little grub over because he/she is a workplace cancer or because it's just the most fun you can have at work. Principles and loyalty mean everything to me, but not at the expense of career advancement and personal wealth creation. Also I'm always kind to widows and prostitues.

GREATEST ASSET: Probably my signed 1978 Cale Yarborough Nascar THIRST AID beer hat at Talledega - I've never been so shitfaced!

MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: A judge once told me (after avoiding a lengthy period of incarceration) that not since OJ had he seen a more glaring miscarriage of justice. He said he'd seen more sympathetic defendants at Nuremberg and that I should count my lucky stars. Apparently some iron clad witness failed to show. I was set up anyway!

DISLIKES: Eyewitnesses and whistleblowers!

LIKES: My hobbies include: drinking beer! Gambling (but not with my own money). Computer hacking and identity fraud. Drinking beer! Amputee porn (if it's done tastefully). Peeking through a high powered telescope (I'm talking Hubble here) adjacent to beaches, water parks, gyms, tanning salons, high rise apartment buildings. Drinking beer! I also have a social conscience and I am an enthusiastic donor of sperm and blood, although I am urgently advised that I should seek treatment for both my conditions before resuming deposits.

POLITICAL VIEWS: I am a staunch Marxist...Groucho that is! Screw the workers - greed is good!

ANY COMPULSIVE BEHAVIOURS OR ADDICTIONS: Not when I'm sober or clean.

MEDICAL CONDITIONS: Just a little Mad Cow - nothing to be concerned about. Also a few misdiagnosed issues with my neurotransmitters. For this I attend a court ordered short weekly burst of electroconvulsive therapy for my dribbling and mood swings. It seems to be working - haven't had a psychotic episode in almost a week.
                 
FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

Q: WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A JOB?
A: Unbridled power. No accountability. Unaudited expense accounts. Extravagant perks. Insider trading opportunities. Access to foreign bank accounts in non-extradition jurisdictions. 

Q: HAVE YOU EVER COMMITTED A SEX CRIME?
A: Only against myself!

Q: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A CRIME?
A: Convicted...no!

Q: HAVE YOU EVER LIED IN A JOB INTERVIEW?
A: Okay, you got me. Once I told an interviewer that the long awaited Baz Luhrmann epic "Australia" was a triumph, a tour de force, a masterful cinematic experience void of all cliché and formula and cultural cringe! That it resisted the urge for banal storytelling, fatuous caricatures and stereotypical farce. Well Baz, it was an epic...an epic fail!

Q: HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
A: Which one? They're all quite manageable.

Q: WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
A: In the third year of my Caribbean vacation.

Q: WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
A: A busted condom at a family reunion. Just kidding, I don't use 'em!

Q: ANY SPECIAL SKILLS:
A: I see dead people!

Q: WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FAILING?
A: I care too much.
                  
GENERAL COMMENTS.

Not since Jim Jones and David Koresh has there been a more charismatic and devoted leader with a unique vision. You don't want your competitors headhunting me. I'm doing you a huge favour by giving you first crack at this once in a lifetime opportunity. Get in before the post-apocalyptic dawn. In conclusion, I hope you look upon my application with due and careful consideration and do the smart thing - HIRE ME!

          --------

SIGN HERE: Aquarius 







Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2016


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Life:Real or taught


He wakes up,
He brushes his teeth,
Just because it is like that for years,
Not for a mouth neat .

Heads embedded in books,
He mugs up the scraps,
Just rot learning,
No practical mind.

He walks towards success,
Through the thorny struggle paths,
Avoiding the smart smooth route,
Cause thats what he is taught.

A dash of failure,
Makes him cry,
Taunts of folks around,
Refuse him to try.

Already in love,
His heart is retained,
But he cant go ahead,
It spoils the society's name.

He runs behind money,
Working as an ass,
Serving as an slave,
Treated as trash.

He lives the life,
The society wants him to,
His dreams dont matter,
But the madcaps do.

Continues the cycle,
Peddled by the guild,
Not his future,
But the society's he'll build.
                  - Kedar K


Copyright © Kedar kate | Year Posted 2018


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Why love me with a betrayal

Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me,who believed to be?
But his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?

I lost heart too,at the time of doing it.
But the thousand pieces of my heart made it.
Because his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?

What will she do to heart?
What will she recognize in love?
No one who loves her heart.
She is unfaithful.
She does not love.

Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me, who believed to be?
But his promises were false
and all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Instagram

As I am lying down in bed alone
my spiritless body rolls in bed and 
once again I reach out to my smartphone 
I click an app and see someone blond. 

On busy schedule, I always 
check Instagram on a daily basis. 
And I always see your face every day 
Your posts fantasizes like an oasis.

I wonder if you look at my pictures 
and hesitate on liking my photos
I wonder if you see me in features 
My heart broke down when I changed my bio 

I'm always drowning in a square ocean.
In your Instagram with emotion.


Copyright © Golden Closet | Year Posted 2018


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Testing

Testing
That's what we do
Not wearing a shoe


Copyright © Team PoetrySoup | Year Posted 2017


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Life is a poem

When life began to live,we did not know anything.
What is to be done,what was to be done,
did not we also have it?
Was the head of those parents of the hand,
those who got it was also born.
Gradually enlarged we,we now stranded the world.
We learned to earn money,teach the house to run its on.
Learn to handle even those who have brought us here.
Teach to raise the expenses too marriage and wife.
One day came my sadness,when by parents.
I got my hands off.
Going to that day when this gum broke on me.
Now,I also have to give pleasure to my children
by becoming a shadow.
For me, all life is for me now.
All I have learned from life I have to give them to.
My dreams is now,they have to suffer all for their own sake.
It is just that I have to say this is the journey of life.







Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Failure Teaches Success

His result slip showed  he had failed
Friends celebrated their success
But his parents and some he shamed
Had pinned  on him their hopes and focus

His Dad said "For negligence, it's the price
 Your direliction is  hard to repair
So change your style to do better in life"
And he sat like a mountain in despair

Son forgot laxity and his ugly past
And set himself to make it remember
Reformed for next exam and fixed fast
"Failure teaches success," he would utter

No more sorrow and shame he'd bear
No faltering, no fall  but bright future
Bad experience lessoned him to dare
And avoid loss of face  through failure

He abandonned excess video games
And concentrated in his text books
Made alterations to feed his study aims
And set Success like bait on his hooks

His consistent work bought him success
The year ended with earned love and praise
His negligence was just like an abcess 
 That of failure was just his life's phase


Copyright © Beejadhur Sewumber | Year Posted 2018


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Pride or love

A girl whose beauty springs from her heart-,
her image in the album of my mind-
is like a golden waxing moon
exhaling torrent of light into a river,
but she in her real self is my love,
this is us in the planet of joy.
.
.
We shared poems to share joy,
but hers clinged to my heart.
with a promise of an eternal love,
which her words inscribed in my mind,
like the golden tears pouring into the river,
from the meek eyes of the moon.
.
We once sat under the moon,
with the golden light wetting us with joy.
You talked and poured an endless river-
of bliss and tranquility into my heart,
you have cleared the field of my mind-
and planted roses of love.
.
But now that I am for you, oh love-
why have you erased my pride? like the moon
that vanish at the birth of the sun. My mind
used to caress pride with joy-
but now that love is in my heart
I have lost my pride's river.
.
You spat into me like a dirty river-
because I am now enslaved by love
which govern the realm of my heart,
like over the night does the moon,
but I will enjoy the slavery with joy
and erase every pride from my mind.
.
It took me a while to cast away my mind
from pride's river,
although it seem like I was loosing my joy-
but much joy I now will receive from love,
So let me write a poem to you under the moon,
to tell you that love is better than pride in my heart.
.
My heart wont hold pride and love-
so let me accept love for it is a moon in the river
of my mind. oh my dear, be my joy.


Copyright © Ibrahim Clouds | Year Posted 2018


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Love and Triumph (please critique this poem)

How much I love you.
It's easy to describe.
My feelings are as strong as
the movement of a fierce earthquake.
You have captured
my heart with your strong hands and eyes.
My love for you has lingered
for as long as
I can remember, my love's deep.

I know my feelings are true.
Why can't you love like that?

I think my day has come.
I saw you looking
at me, with your big, beautiful brown eyes.
You came towards me and planted a big kiss.
My love has been rewarded.

(I wrote this poem when I was in the 10th grade. I know the poem is patterned after a poem 
called Martial Choreograph that was written by Maya Angelou. Does anybody know what 
type of poem it was?)


Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2008


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Think Spring

Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire articulation, elocution, and indomitable tour de force proffered by spectrum of bounteous expropriated hegemony rightful to Mother Nature. 
--------------------------------------------------------
A Place Revisited Within The Mind
(an illusory escape during dead of winter).
 
The shafts of a golden veil, spring sun at noon
break through the heavily coated
overgrowth of leafy foliage
and cause shadows spar upon forest floor.

In a field of wild
a mosaic of crystalline color
from prismatic play of sunshine
upon the silently talking heads
of the swaying stalks.

the scintillating and sparkling rays
in unison with the weft
(and warp across an invisible loom)
weaves a delicious tasting warm breeze,

(which sways the boughs of treetops to and fro,
akin to an unseen baby being cradled)
brings a ladled spate of cool freshness
from the map-cap world (webbed wide)
of a manmade existence.

The grandeur of the fallow spring meadow
a pageant of exquisite dignity
by the graceful movements
from the un-choreographed fall and rise
of the unplowed acres

eyes orbit, ear re: Canal,
and twitching nostrils of sensate beings
to the mellifluous sounds
and sweet smelling aromas
that gently teasingly assault the senses
beguiling the sight,

and lulling ears into a transcendent state.
A buoyant airy tonal plume
rises into the surrounding heights
touches the breadth of cerulean sky
and scythe lent lee gently tumbles back down
like a merry widow waltzing flowery water fall.

In quiet circumspection 
the antics sans plethora of buzzfeed ding
busily buzzing foraging insects,
which contentedly hum and alight nearby

flitting to and fro
oblivious to plaudits encore
harmoniously thriving 
within the living laboratory

of Mother Nature,
sans, Insects or Insecta are by far
count as the largest group of
hexapod invertebrates
within the arthropod phylum,

where simultaneously
underneath the earthen surface
the ground tis abustle with
glorious heart throb

of one micro universe
comprising architects, builders and weavers
engage in all manner
of natural devices for a livelihood.

This brilliant splendor tantamount
to top notch operatic performance,
a sensational visual and audiological feast
hypnotizing one humble human (me)
into an inebriated state of bliss.


Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018


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A color is not my name

Look at my skin,
And categorize me.
Put me in a column,
The society is sickening.

Not a day would pass without me getting called out.
What do I need to do to live in piece?
My skin doesn’t define me,
When can I speak?

Freedom of speech?
Huh, what a silly thing.
Every time I speak,
You act like I’m a little kid.

The color of my skin,
Is hard to find on screens.
Perhaps white is preferable,
Or I’m just overreacting 

I have a name you know,
Why call me by a color?
I’m not a walking object,
And yes I am bothered.

I never received apologies,
After anyone said anything offensive to me.
I am a human too,
Put yourself in my shoes.

When can we end this?
How many more poems to come?
How many more riots to count down?
How many march to volunteer?
A crazy old man said “the end is near”

No, stop calling me selfish!
I’m trying to defend myself, can’t you accept this?
If this is what the society has become,
No wonder there are suicides around

Gunshots and wounds,
Can never teach the fools.
If a color is what it takes to get hate,
The humans we are now is a disgrace.

The generation would come,
Would be a hopeless one I’m sure.
If the society is like this,
The seed of success is ruined.

My dearest ancestors who died in their grave,
They are thought being brown was a mistake.
It is still the same until this day.
I guess society has never changed.

A color is not my name.
A color should be praised.
A child should be taught,
Being themselves is not a fault

A color doesn’t define anyone,
A color doesn’t speak for anyone,
Actions are what separate us,
A color plays an innocent part

A color is not my name


Copyright © elya natasha | Year Posted 2018


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We can not live without you

We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are my destiny,
we can not become anything of yours.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are the world on earth, mine is mine.
My love and you are my love, mine.
We can not forget you.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are involved in my breath.
You are in my eyes.
Every moment that keeps me
in my heart is your heart beat.
We can never be separated
from heart by your heartbeat.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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My Jiggling boobs

since maintaining a diet 
of exercise heeding "yo dude" 
(you look like a lady)
the inner fitness maven against 
the temptation of high caloric junk food 

and nightly snack king 
on a flexible fitness routine, 
this LIX aged body electric feels good
these myopic eyes and 

well-calibrated hands measure less dense hood- 
winking bosom, that if I feigned being 
a "bared naked lady" - 
as per this chest lewd

city in reference to "man boobs" 
that seemed to materialize overnight 
now appear to decrease as well 
that unwanted "love handle, 

this chap more inclined 
tubby in a greater mood 
to parade around 
this noncrowded house shirtless 
AND definitely NOT in public, 
BUT no weigh Jose 
would this generic guy go completely nude
cuz being self-consciousness of my physique 
might prompt outsiders 

to consider me a prude
and even during closed bedroom door 
sexual exploits deter me tibia rude
fellow (with average go daddy long legs) 
and my dangling dipstick smallish 
(concluding biology screwed)
a chap worthy tube he more endowed,

though gratitude proffered
to same divine cosmic consciousness
but as the year's pile up appreciation 
of functional faculties alter matts' at tee 'tude
accepting physical characteristics 
more or less static 
hoe ping belive mass elf ya wood.










Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018


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Stay in your dreams

Stay in your dreams and live in your breath's.
Do not be far away from you but be a moment.
Yes,I love you, I am open to you.
But not silent,now I can hear it.
Live in your eyes, in your memories.
But do not stay away from you a moment.
Yes,I love you, I am open to you.
But not silent,now I can hear it.
I will walk with you and paint to yours color.
Let me tell you no one except you.
Keep your things in,your tambourine is also to endure.
And not only you, I will do any work.
I want to tell you my love, say to you I'm your friend.
From your lips I now have my name this listen.
Stay in your dreams and live in your breath's.
Do not be far away from you but be a moment.




Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Thirteen

I was 13 
When a boy first told me I was ugly

I was 13
When I started lingering in the makeup section at Target

I was 13
When I began to dislike what the mirror showed

And I was 13
When I stopped eating

13 was the age of Jr. High
Name brand T-shirts
Disgustingly strong Axe cologne
And fitting in.

13 was when that one popular girl
Looked down on me
Because I raised my hand in
English class

And yeah maybe that was
Partially cause the blonde 25 year old, 
Straight outta college 
English teacher was
Cute, but
It was also cause 
I liked being good at something.
Something I liked.
In English class
I didn’t have to worry about
Fitting in or
Rebelling against dress code or
Getting my first kiss or
Valentine's day.

But the day that girl insulted my
Converse I-

...Gave up.

I stayed in bed and cried
Feeling too sick to eat the
Double mint chip ice cream
My mother offered.

And the next day at dinner 
I simply had too much math homework to eat.
And the next day it was spanish
And the next history
And the next and
The next and
The next

No one noticed
Until ten pounds of me were gone
I don’t blame them, my
Friends had their own problems, and
My parents worked long hours.

Ten doesnt seem like much
But I was a scrawny 13 year old
And that was a tenth of my body weight
Parents got me back on track and
It was like it never happened

Except whenever a doctor has me step
On a scale
I still get that going down in an elevator 
lurch of fear
In my stomach.

I am 15
This morning my boyfriend told me I was beautiful

I am 15
Today my favorite shade of lipstick is Metallic Rose 

I am 15
And have my disagreements with the mirror

I am 15
And still breathing


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