Is it selfish
to want to be myself?
Even if that self
doesn’t care as much
as who I pretend to be?
Is it selfish
to want help
even though sometimes
I don’t want to help others?
Is it selfish
to be tired of being leaned on
like a tree holding stones?
Even if my trunk has bent
beyond repair?
Am I selfish?
Gleaming diamonds that dot the skies
Peering through the night with trillions of eyes
Behind crescent smiles, you wink a distant threat
Oh, faceless gaze, how I wonder what you're looking at
You come with shrouds that cloak our sun
As hellfire burn behind the black you've spun
You weave the constellations like gossamer webs
While in wide-eyed wonder, we meander into your nets
Travelers crossing the night have leaned on you so
For your twinkling fingers point which way to go
But as your blinking orbs appraise their every move
You chart our world—every corner, every groove
Trillions of eyes cut across the darkness deep
Tendrils of light rain upon us while we sleep
While crescent grimace whisper into our dreams
Oh, twinkle, twinkle, draw us closer into your seams
When you steal, it’s more than an object you take—
You sever a thread in the soul you forsake.
That bracelet? A gift from a mother now gone.
That wallet? A dream that someone leaned on.
Behind every item lies a story untold,
A piece of a life that was cherished and bold.
To you it’s just something—cheap, small, or fast,
But to them it’s a moment that never comes back.
You may not hear the silent cry,
Or see the look in their searching eye.
But a wound is made, silent and wide,
And something pure begins to die inside.
In taking what’s not yours to claim,
You tarnish your truth, you darken your name.
A flame within flickers low and cold,
And down a darker path, you’re pulled.
Yet there’s a choice before that fall—
To rise, to grow, to heed the call.
Learn the worth of honest trade,
And let your light shine undismayed.
Respect what’s theirs, find your own way.
Stealing may take, but it won’t ever pay.
You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Your breath: a nocturne in C sharp minor—
unasked, entering…
disarming, following.
You lean in like Chopin leaned on silence—
possessively, melancholic need
before sound—searing hushes that
demand submission in return.
And I am raindrops to your
sustaining notes….
storming into the song’s development—
I become the keys, and you the fingers…
—you press out sounds of me—
architectures, arts, poesy,
nocturnes of surrender
rising in my throat…
into yours.
the bridge
In the middle of the bridge, we leaned on its railing
and looked into the slimy, green, and slow
running stream. Its bank, decorated with plastic bottles,
used condoms, a long-since-dead dog, yet grinning as
recalling a filthy joke and a three-month-old abortion,
half eaten by discerning water rats.
Over this beauty of decay hung a reluctant, pale sun
refusing to lend light to this polluted river scene.
The first time we came here, the water was clear, we could
see fishes you held my hands, she said.
My hands were cold, spat into the filth below, dug them
deep into my pockets, hunched my shoulders, and
began walking. No bother telling her that our love was
like a river burdened by too much debris.
All we have in common is our shared solitude, but that is
a dad is better than being alone.
• I've never really noticed how slanted the walls look
• Almost like they're about to fall
• I'd once leaned on them, they started to creak
• Echoing through the hall
I dreamt of growing
As I was drowning
life was blocked with stones
I was just a vessel that turned
Sincerity would bring love
I thought that's the rule of the world
I leaned on opacity with unsolicited words
I chose the disgrace with no rewards
The nights notched me with a sharp hilt
Days kept becoming dark till I quit
The days were filled with cold and looked so gray
Sometimes cant even remember the words and the day
A piece of paper wasn't the reason
Walked for miles with no destination
A part of me shielded all of the harms
I searched for love in the wrong arms
I became the center of the joke
How I left my life on the nook
I became a puppet of the show
The circus disgraced all my value
My soldiers were badly harmed
yet I sent them to combat
7 years passed
The war yet last
They didn't realise untill the end
How I kept losing for them
I achieved a death with no respect
I left the battle tired and refuted
I'm drowning yet
I accept my cruel fate
Ice lady
She lives in Antarctica, She is a Beautiful and perfect woman
Amazing virgin, cristal clean personality, I love her, love, love
She waited for me as a guest, her living place is an ice castle
She lives alone there. Only alone, the queen of the ice world
The lonely queen, the noble soul of the icy world, oh love her
Yes, the perfect woman, unapproachable femininity; cold life
She gave me a guest room. An ice room, with an ice bed. Hell
I slept there, ice blue light glowed dimly in the night, cold mind
The ice door slowly opened, and she came into my room. Sees
She sees and comes closer and sits on my bed. Perfect being
She leaned on me and kissed me. We froze together. Forever.
I can not remember the time, the years, the centuries of our life
We were together for a long time. Motionless couple in love
In the love. An icy virgin destroyed my life, my heart ran away
I love you Antarctica, my dear Miss Antarctica. Your life me on
Love
Ice
Cold
Mind
On
Lady
Icy
On
I
am
gone
for
on
Four-score years ago, the youth of Allied Armies stormed Normandy's shore;
Men in the December of their years returned today recalling the gore of war.
They wept at comrades graves who freely gave their all on that crimson strand;
Heros reaped by the Scythe of Death to ensure that freedom would yet stand.
Old men wept as the dulcet notes of Taps was played,
And rendered smart salutes as Old Glory was displayed!
Many of the veterans leaned on canes to guide their stride;
Others in wheel-chairs were helped by guides to ease their ride.
Gnarled hands that once held the fearsome weapons of war,
Beckon for peace that we shall know war nevermore!
Upon the plain above Omaha Beach lie 9000 buddies they mourn,
Who await Gabriel's clarion bugle call on that Triumphant Morn!
The glistening sand that once was stained by a hero's blood,
Is now cleansed by the ebb and flow of decades of tidal flood.
The beach that once resounded with the cannon's roar,
Now trembles with the booming surf rushing to the shore!
The hardships these gallant men suffered, we shall never know;
So much, so very much, to this Great Generation we owe!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
we sat down and i offered my hand
he didn't see it, with his head down
and said black decides where the clock is
positioned
it was discovered it wasn't working
so i fetched the microwave
to position next to the board
he
put on his chess gloves
my mother became a
backseat chess player,
then removed her lemon pudding
from the microwave
we continued
Jericho entered the room and leaned on my shoulder
he said
i'm
just
checking
on
you
mate
i lost
The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new beginning!"
Her husband to be than spoke with a clear voice,
his voice sounded as if it transcended the
ages; saying" with
every fiber of my being
I shall love you!" We sat in awe
watching there transformation
and knew we were in the presences of
lovers: true lover
She got up off the couch and asked him
for his hand and leaned on him
in a awe inspiring silence.
A tear of joy came to my companions eye<
as I watched her watch them
and I then cried as well.
those who wished to be together!
I'm just an old shovel, who loved spooning around
Scooping up and over again, the same old ground
I’ve handled jobs, few others would call profound
Always piling high, and patting down a big mound
Some folks leaned on me, if no seats to be found
Then gave me a shoulder, when homeward bound
When on the scrap heap, I never made one sound
Got shafted damn good... but, I’m on the rebound
tonight I leaned on the pillow of tears,
of memories, of your blue gaze,
I leaned on the same pillow of yours for years,
I gathered your tears inside me,
and I converted them to happiness,
and then I cried too,
I cried so you can hug happiness, when you rest your head on the pillow again.
Hi !
Fashionable Rosy leaned on a post.
With posy of rose came close
Middle class guy Bobby
getting down from a lobby,
addressed to propose,
‘Hi !’ I love you most.’
02/02/23
Bite size Contest no. 60
By Line Gauthier.
My heart was locked in a safe
Combination concealed from the start
Relied instead on intellect
Over-rotated to science as lost track of art
Feelings felt foreign
My heart was locked in a safe
Leaned on left-brain logic
Emotions didn’t enter my home base
Uncovered a way to crack the code
Unleashed my inner detective to solve the case
My heart was locked in a safe
Decoding it took a warm inward embrace
Once I started showing myself grace
The digits on the dial magically fell into place
Love spilled out as my right-brain was unshackled
Now my heart is no longer locked in a safe
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