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M. Esposito-Linden Poem
Am I imbalanced,
or interesting?
The idea evades me,
but that’s the thing.
I wander around
in search of reform.
Exhausted by roleplay.
Refusing the norm.
Watch everyone drip,
to their mold,
and conform;
as they grow old with regret,
wishing they’d guts
to transform;
because resisting conformity
doth not equate
lack of intelligence,
but can create a cultural paradigm shift,
that relates to
social relevance.
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M. Esposito-Linden Poem
You come into my space.
I don’t back away.
I sink into you,
without you knowing.
We both linger on,
searching something to say.
Cheeks heated.
Faces glowing…
As……
time………
starts…………
slowing………………
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M. Esposito-Linden Poem
The beat drops.
I slowly melt.
Be melting now
below my belt.
Dripping slowly
to my lungs.
Choking softly.
Spitting puns.
Puns be clever.
Witty.
Slick.
Drop it slowly.
Melt me sick.
Sickening drips
leak to
my heart.
Choking softly.
Melt apart.
I breathe no more,
then breathe it in.
I compartmentalize
my
dripping
bin.
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M. Esposito-Linden Poem
Emotions swirl the soul, then settle to livid.
They course through earthly veins.
Nostalgic thoughts reform to pain, so vivid.
Choke for air through a swollen, throated lump.
Heart melts despair as it slides to a defeated, broken slump;
lonely, and left behind to feel life’s pains.
The living, continue to seek a perspective that feels brave.
Beseeching the mystery come to an end.
Realization that being emotionally affected comes in waves.
Seek a release that might lead to relief.
Desperately grasping for some kind of belief.
Aggressively forcing mindset to bend.
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