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Cracked Reflection

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A stranger, a ghost, pretending to be me.
Skin stretched tight on a frame I resent,
A body I wear like it’s paying the rent.

Eyes that avoid, lips that press thin,
A war with the world that’s fought from within.
I paint on a face like a mask, like a

The boy who wasn’t picked

He sits in the back.
Not because he wants to—
but because he’s tired
of being picked last
when he dares to show up at all.

You don’t see him.
Not really.
He’s there, though—
in the bathroom stall during lunch,
because his gut’s staging a protest.
IBS, the silent screamer,
writhing beneath his ribs
like worms made of fire.

They say, “It’s probably just nerves.”
As if nerves

The Pieces of Me

I open my bathroom door,
Clothes on the floor,
I look in the mirror, but the reflection is not me that I see,
But the people I loathe instead.
It’s crazy to think that the people that hurt me,
The people that I hate,
Are the people that make up me
The reason I wear makeup,
The way I talk how I talk

Black hole

Why can’t I exist without you? Each time I try to leave you suck me back up into your blackhole. 
Can’t help but love you for the way you make me feel
it’s like a loop of love and I’m stuck in it, swirling around your finger and getting caught up with you once more.
But I

Will End Too

As I sit by myself in a room full of 
Strangers,
I listen to the cacophony , The Chaos of 
Voices, laughter and conversations ;
It feels very familiar, 
and I can't help but wonder how soon it 
Will end .
            

And again after a few

Strength?

strength they call her fondly
she's courage to some
i hold her hand, let her in
let her show me who i shall be
i hold her hand, let her in
let her guide me through the thorny scene 

she stayed, with regret
hidden in neat folds of guilt 
she held grief, letting broken trust be built
she held softness, she held

boys lessons

They told him, “Boys don’t cry or feel,”
“Stand tall, be hard, and never kneel.”
So he learned young to wear a mask,
To fake the strength they dared to ask.

He bit his tongue, he clenched his jaw,
Afraid to show a single flaw.
And every tear he held inside
Just made him hollow, made him hide.

They praised him when he

I starve myself

I starve myself.
When saying it out loud it sounds surreal,
But it’s the only way I can feel.
I am not worthy of food. 
It is not worth the weight.
Fore I see myself by what I have ate.
Starving is like slowing dying.
Numb, and invisible to what others can see.
Funny how food could be the death of me.
I

Lost interest

the songs i dont play anymore 
the love i once had for you
it just melted to the floor ..

useless, absurd, what was the point?
A wasted heart given
to the wrong one
it was like a pain felt in my joint

will i ever love again?
I dont know 
i guess thats just how
how this world flow.

Dad's Car Seasoned Well

Summer Funny Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin

The heat of summer in his dad's car
The son takes his date to gaze a star
Lover's lane shines on so bright
Two teenagers groins take flight
It was Dad's Chevy's best years by far

I Feel Pasts

I feel all pasts,
As if they were yesterday,
Decades are but minutes to my minds and feels.
As if I were still two-tens and five,
Rather than three-tens and two.

Flashbulbs pulsed to songs played when youth was not yet known as youth.

Is today youth?
How could it be when youth was then.

I still feel me in your arms,
And you

If life was a book

If life was a book,
Then I would have never picked it up.
I would have never kept reading.
I would’ve burnt the book the second I had the chance.
It’s like a book you know gets bad, but you can’t help but read on.
It’s a book, it’s meant to be read.
It’s life, it has to be lived.

If life

Performing our Friendship

What makes a person likeable?

How they look,
how they dress, 
or maybe who they’re friends with?
I think it’s about how kind they are,       
their willingness to be your friend.

“I guess we can hang out.”
“I guess we could study together.”
“I guess.”
“I guess."						        

Do you

A Wild Heart Like Yours

A Wild Heart Like Yours

My daughter, my best friend,
my life, my everything
you’ve shown me that it’s okay
to be wild at heart,
to dance through life’s storms
with laughter and fire in your soul.

You are my mini me,
not just in the mirror’s reflection
but in the tilt of your chin,
the sparkle in your eyes,
and the fierce, unyielding spirit
that says,

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