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Anon Po Poem
I like June better than July
I like ‘20 more than ‘23
I like overthinking and dance parties
and how the sun rises in the east
If you only knew how much I cried when you said goodbye
Maybe you would have stayed a little bit longer then in her bed that night
But you never said you were loyal
You never said you didn’t lie
You never said you’d lose the game
But you kissed my head goodnight?
So why is the grass greener for you
While I’m stuck in the dark
I guess I should have found something better to do
then drive you home that night
Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2023
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Anon Po Poem
I’d like to meet that devil down in Georgia
‘cause I met one from California
and we sure as hell don’t talk anymore
He had eyes as dark as sin
and the most contagious little grin
but I bet his mama don’t know where he’s been
So I’ll be the one to say
run, boy, run
and don’t you dare come back again
No, child, no
That’s devil’s got a hold
and you deserve a house where the sun don’t set
‘cause the devil down in georgia might hold on a little longer
and not lie about who is in his bed
He’ll play his fiddle
and we’ll laugh and sing a little
about how he’s the best that’s ever been
Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2023
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Anon Po Poem
I want to but I can’t
I should but I won’t
I had it but I lost it
Who knew it’d be gone in the blink of an eye
Just as fast as it stopped by
As if it was some figment of my imagination
Gone like those before
Broken when they left
Shattered heart turned comotose
I don’t want it but I could
I shouldn’t but I will
I lost it ‘cause I never actually had it
For it was all just a figment
Just like you
Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2023
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Anon Po Poem
Instead of monsters under my bed
- they stare at my face in the mirror
At what point does a child become the direct descendant of a wound breed from insecurity.
A world that preaches love is this almighty being that comes to everybody.
The same world that writes the script for a judging mind yet screams to erase.
But what if I’m different?
Easy to like, but only under certain conditions.
But what if it’s me?
Easy to want, but hard to hold.
For who decides these monsters for me?
Why does it feel as if I’m choosing the monsters that crawl under my bed?
I don’t want them!
But I suppose you can never tell where the monsters will hide.
Copyright © Anon Po | Year Posted 2025
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