Angst Confidence Poems

Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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I have to push myself outside
For I am an introvert 
I don’t swell with purple pride
Inside not how I work

I’m self sufficient near to a...

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Date:  March  2051

3 days until April:
Flight time 3:05 afternoon--  IN flight 
"Dolly and Molly fumbled in their
Seat to achieve comfort. "Ooo does
This...

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What have you gone and done?
All I gave forgotten, forge on alone
Born and then torn apart again
Navigation of ornamental pain

How, knowing this do I go...

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My mom
called it,
her treasured keepsake,
of that, I remember.
A game
we played,
called finders keepers,
that too, I remember.
Though not
a game,
friends keep a secret,
times, I can't remember.
Game of
Life, those
friends...

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yp
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nsored fro
my our sigh
t
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orset han al 
  go
rit hms 
des 
tro
yero
f      ...

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Call me what I am!!
Do not call me NI**ER !!
Call WE Niger 
Call We Nigerian 
Call  WE  AFRICAN!!
Call We dirty! Yeah! Right!
Call we...

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I heard them when I was small
words of hatred words worst of all
words of steel knives stabbing me
meaningless words  all for me
it didn't matter...

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I was lost, thoroughly lost and sat brooding.
Dejected and desperate with no one to share,
Withdrew into the dark caverns of my own shell,
Snapping all connections...

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Date:  March 2041

The weather was agreeable all
Seemed well in the Damian house
Hold early morning. The kids were
Heading out to school. Dolly and 
Molly were...

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If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?

The herd that thinks...

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Molly had just awoke from a
Nap when Damian rang her bell
Carrying Damian Junior. "Hey
Damian." She had to be calm for 
The Baby's sake. He placed
DJ...

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Upon an old, majestic house,
An eagle trapped, her spirit broken.
With wings constrained, and softly spoken
Words, she whispered, like a mouse

“Tell my how the clouds feel...

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Virtuality – by Luciana Fisher	
					
What can I caption 
that you have not seen or heard?
In the era we are the herd 
Followed, unfollowed, and blurred....

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Thoughts and acts attack sporadic a tactic without static/
Don’t panic you old addict forget that statistic/
I’ll slick back and go ballistic on a notebook with...

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