I'm in my Easter bunny outfit
fitting right in with the crowd.
If I close my eyes I hear the disco music
and blend in with the other groupies.
Life is simple as we parade our youth,
just another bunny without a care in the world.
AP: 3rd place 2026
i was rotting from the inside
felt it younger
this sentiment of not fitting in
hidden it
putting on a mask
covering it
a spoiled apple in the basket
imitating it's pears
i can no longer blend in
now
i'm rotten from the core and beyond
all see it
the rotten apple
will not last long
Contest: When Words Speak For The Silence Of Art.
Sponsor: Silent One
Date: July 8th 2026
The Artwork: Water Lilies
The Artist: Claude Monet [1919]
Oh to float amongst the Lily Pads
in Claude Monets Water Lily scenes!
Those platforms for the Lilies gently bop and sway as they rest upon the river lulled to sleep in a lapping lullaby...
A soothing blend of greens, purples and blues - a dreamers combination of relaxing hues. In some paintings the draping willows open up the scene. The pink and yellow Lilies welcome in the admiration of eyes....
Oh to float amongst the Lily Pads and breathe in this peace...
To blend in with such beauty and tranquility...
My smile joins the Water in its reflection of heaven....
Oh to float amongst the Lily Pads in Claude Monets Water Lily scenes!
My day-to-day life is pretty routine.
With the rest of the world, I blend in.
There’s a side of me that no one has seen.
It’s quite a story… where do I begin?
I know that it may be hard to believe,
But it began when I was very young.
From the start, it was easy to deceive.
I was a little hyper and high-strung.
I may have gotten away with a lot
Because I was the youngest of them all.
But to the bullies, I gave what I got.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
I know that it’s not much of an excuse,
But my siblings would always pick on me.
So, I learned psychological abuse
And tormented all of my family.
I would steal many of my siblings’ toys,
Knowing I probably wouldn’t get blamed.
The stuffed ones, I would completely destroy,
And I never felt the least bit ashamed.
As I got older, it did become hard
To hide what I’d ultimately become.
I buried everything in the back yard.
If they were ever found, I’d just play dumb.
But, no one ever discovered the truth.
I got away with it all of these years.
From just a little puppy in my youth
To a full-grown dog that nobody fears.
I am who I am
Who else might I be
The goof, the ham
A whole oddity
I cannot correct
With all do respect
The me in myself
Flaws you detect
I won’t moderate
My soul won’t deflate
To fit in a square
Be basic, not great
I find, I’m a lot
A mess, a knot
Perhaps too much
But not a robot
I’ve tried to change
To rearrange
Blend in the crowd
The feeling was strange
I chose to retire
Instead of re wire
To temper myself
Would kill my fire
So I dried my eyes
For, I am just I
I chose to be me
Instead of a lie
Give me a man who's introspects
Who concedes the flaw that's true
Give me a man who can laugh at himself
And can walk in another's shoes.
Give me a man who can stand apart
But who's able to blend in
When the road ends he can restart
He plays fair when he strives to win.
Give me a man who can see the world
Without a filter of preconception
Who can recognize when the script is overthrown
By one nagging exception.
Give me a man who can take a critique
But who can also dish one out
Admitting fault doesn't make you weak
And sometimes there is room for doubt.
Give me a man who hears the quiet voice
The soft alarm that something's wrong
Who steps back, revises his choice
Like rewriting the words of a hit song.
Give me a man who likes to jump in a pond
And swim to the far shore
Who wants to see what lies beyond,
And what the journey's for.
Give me a man with a strong arm and a soft word
Empathetic, but not to the point of harm
Who can go against the herd
When the party line raises an alarm.
Give me the company of men such as these
They'll keep me honest too
A trust so deep to keep at ease
And friends to see me through.
In a perfect world
There’d be no war
No famine, no poor
The ocean floor would be clean
No one would even be mean
No one would steal your best friend
She would stay loyal and true to the end
No one would just die for a meal
No one would ever lie for a feel
There’d be no need for any garden
For everyone everywhere
Would be without sin
Meanwhile,
I will just have to try to blend in
Sketching my poetry along long sandy beachlines
Only to be erased
Soon by the tide
Only then, only then
Will I transcend
From this den
That I’m in
when a memory comes upon
I become motionless
I pause as my body drips like rain in a pond
It has my attention
I feel the happiness drift out my eyes
It’s radiating
It anchors my head down
Like a dummy attached to a string
I so badly want to cry
But my body stays hollow
Am I shallow?
But my body doesn't feel
I’m empty like a vase
I try to convince my brain to lie
But it's too aware
I want to hit the ground and kneel
I just want to feel
But lying doesn't help
Why would it?
I take tonight and sit in my silence
It's quiet
I'm waiting for the magical balance
I wanna be ready
I feel as my days turn into nights
The shadows blend in
And my nights become the empty
I'm lonely
The lights are flickering
I’m losing my sights
I'm drifting away like a raft in the ocean
There's no stopping it
I can't see my dock
It disappeared
Or did I?
poor chameleon
always searching for a mate
finding it so frustrating…
other chameleons
always blend in with the background
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you said just blend in
to see, be seen, here and there
to adapt with camouflage
striking a go between
what you believe and compromise
Toilet in the open. No secrets.
Plexiglass. Concrete. Stainless steel.
Pleas turn to echos, blend in.
Captors - no trusting smile.
Bosses more ruthless.
Colleagues don't yield.
Cries at night.
Helpless.
Sleep.
Favorites cause envy
rumors, lies and hate spread.
Nothing said or done can change minds
blind fury, savage rage brews and overflows
So vicious are the attacks that those themselves
will deny who they are and try to blend in.
Death is the only solution
to eliminate and exterminate
Breed and born to hate those Chosen.
You will die to kill them
sacrifice your children for your cause
Never peace, never acceptance, never surrender
To destroy them is to achieve Paradise
while you exist in the chains of Hell
It's emotional not rational
You think you hate them
but deep inside you understand
you only hate yourself.
Today ruined by yesterday
tomorrows never come.
Live in shadows
fear the Sun
Hate seeps into evil
Never shame
never guilt
never peace...
only death.
When the Chosen Ones are all gone
will there be anything left of you?
You have god in you dear.
You do not blend in well with people.
Days go by and I feel so numb
My brain is foggy and I feel dumb
I don't know who I am now
who I used to be took a bow
the day my son took his life
and now I live with strife
and grief and all the emotions
and going through the motions
of life as it is currently
and I wish fervantly
for my son to be alive and whole
but instead I play a role
of someone who isn't shattered
as if it really mattered
that I still struggle daily
and try to blend in gaily
with the world moving on
I am stuck because he is gone
but I do get up and live day by day
and say what I have to say
i wish to be a chameleon
to change myself to be what you want
whenever you need it
so i can always be good enough
and i can always be needed
i can change myself to blend in
hide the parts i know you won't like
to be a perfect illusion of what you want me to be
i can camouflage myself
to match you
to morph into what you want
so you never want me to leave
and just to fit in for once
and to be loved unconditionally
even if it isn't me you really like
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