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If life was fair would we all not be perfect
Dressed in tight clothes and most of them too revealing, with
chains that hang low and tattoos with deeper meanings
If we were perfect than I promise, life would be fair

The eyes of your foes can see through the walls
You're not alone in your skin, you're not as free as before
So you shape your identity to meet their desires
Would we all not be perfect if life was fair?

You change your walk and the way that you talk
You smile alone, you change your appearance, your
hair, your clothes, the way you stand. I promise you
that their love for you is a figment of your imagination

You could climb a mountain or **** it's lions
Sail the sea or swim in it's oceans
You can walk a mile or even a thousand
Whoever you're trying to impress doesn't bare any ***** for you

If life was fair, we'd all be perfect, however,
if you seek perfection then I know
your identity is shaped by how others view you

Do not our imperfections make us perfect

If life was fair
then what would be the use of living.
The title speaks about how we think that everyone sees and cares about our every movement. So we feel a bit of insecurity or unsure about ourselves, and that leads us to become people that we're really not in order to meet everyone's desires.

Line 1: Rhetorical Question.

Line 2 & 3: Speaks about what we result to, convincing ourselves that it's the right thing to do because people say so. How we show off too much in order to get reassured by total strangers because we were never given compliments as we grew up. That tattoos are a great way to show love for someone or something you've lost, while really, a way of showing love is to heal and move on.

Line 4: Rhetorical Question.

Line 5 & 6: Speaks about how we convince ourselves that people can see our every move, whether we're at home or somewhere private. So we start to resent doing the things that make us happy, you hate reading or watching movies, or even liste to your favorite music, all because you think people see and judge you, every moment. Even when you try to revert back to the things you love, you don't feel as comfortable anymore.

Line 7: Speaks about how you change to please others.

Line 8: Rhetorical Question.

Line 9, 10 & 11: Speaks about all the sudden changes you make to your body, and the extra things you do to yourself, to please other.  All of that just because you want to impress people who will never be impressed. About how you seek the attention of people who never noticed just because you thought they notice you.

Line 12: No one saw you, no one cares. All the people who you're trying to get the attention of don't really care

Line 13 - 16: Tells you that you can attempt to do the inevitable for someone or a certain minority of individuals but you will still be disregarded because at the end of it all, no one asked you to do those things.

Line 17 - 19: The honest truth about you people who seek fir reassurance from other people.

Line 20 - 22: Rhetorical Question.
The poem is a free verse poem, it has no specific rhyme pattern, or specific number of lines per stanza. The poem runs through with lines that have enjambement, symbolizing how this trend of self conflictment continues to become a rising pandemic. Makes you realize that people don't care about your appearance, and that if someone wants you to change, they will never think you're enough.
I'm changing ways changing days I'm changing the current waves
The show was great!
The singing, the laughing.
the lights swooning me,
into feeling!

After such a night,
there I was,
wondering comes next,
figured it was time to sleep,
so I went home and did just that.

Until the next time the lights flickered,
songs sweep me on my feet,
and the good times dole directly to my soul.

And he did just that. Opportunities came and went, yet nothing ever matched the same groove. The world kept spinning as it always does, and there he remained sleeping. His dreams could replay that feeling again, no biggie. Why wake? When he could shake all he wanted in a dream.
I am thinking of you - as of a corpse
Go on and tell me all the lies
I am at legs of yours - heart-sunken
Eyes are dull - do eat the flesh I offer
The sole emasculation - paganism of truth
For asking hand is beaten - better
Deserters' solitude - abandoned hope
For never leaving guilt - ashamed
Of silence - welcoming to home
Seen flaws - are signs of given
Conscience - though shut - is mouth
Inaction - tethering regret to sorrow
And misery is standing by the side
Impersonating whole of circus
For beggar is forborn attention
"I'm here" - the drowning whisper
Arms choking throat - hand traces
Running tear - "I'm with you"
Caressing warmth of lifeless palm
Invites the strengthening of strangling
For frail innocence is crippled dome
"I do forgive you"
Cheyenne May 13
I'm drowning in an ocean of you,
and only you.

There is no concept of time anymore.
A minute feels like hours,
but a year is just a moment.

I am sinking.
Whether fast and diving to the bottom,
or slow and drifting softly into the depths.

Sometimes the tide is harsh,
and throws me around.
Other times the sea rocks me softly
into an endless sleep.

At first I thrashed,
gasping for air but being empty of it.
I screamed and begged,
for I did not want to become the water.

Over time I accepted the calm blue warmth,
I embraced it.
I grew gills to adapt to the lack of oxygen,
and fins to swim through every thought of you.

I no longer am drowning;
I am choosing to stay.
I am navigating the crystal waters,
as if I've lived in them my whole life.

So if I am drowning:
I will tie large stones to my feet,
and embrace the darkness that is to come.
Kellonor May 12
Time stood still and you were there,  
Golden girl with windswept hair.  
But time moves on, it will not wait,  
It left me at the garden gate.  

The wind crept in through silent cracks,  
Like memories that pull me back.  
Your presence once lit up my skies,  
Without you, love just slowly dies.  

The sunlight reached the isle unknown,  
Where echoes rest and dreams have flown.  
A place of sorrow, soft and deep,  
Where yearning sings itself to sleep.  

The notes now whisper in my ear,  
Let go the weight, release the fear.
Yet still I ask with breath held tight,  
Which voice in me is truly right?  

Vines grew around the rocks I knew,  
They held me fast, as doubt still grew.  
So I left one truth for all to see

Be yourself, and you’ll be free.
Written under the spell of a melody
Cadmus May 11
And you are not prepared for it.

In your lifetime,
you may never fall in love.
You may never raise a child,
nor build a legacy,
nor touch the oceans.

It isn’t the act of giving,
or traveling the world.
Not even living an adventure,
nor achieving great goals.

All of those and more…
are possibilities.
Not certainties.

But one thing is absolutely certain:
YOU WILL DIE

Ah
Yes, it will
It will happen
As a reflection of life
Not  as  dreaded  evil  punishment.
Not as a result of failure.
 Just a real fact.
EMINENT
So why fear it?
Why shroud it in silence?
Why hush the one absolute promise
life has always kept?
Whispered
Gently
2U
This piece invites us to confront the one truth no one escapes, so we might finally start living with intention, not illusion.
Aaamour Apr 30
I want her, I want her so bad
without her, my life’s like
sugar without the sweet, a flower with no colours

I want to be the nectar inside the flower-her

but I’m just morning dew-worthless
Why, why 
didn’t I love her enough?
in my poems- her; in my thoughts-her
she wrote and even thought but just not about me

even when she wore those diamonds 

only her face shined

asked her what she applied to her face

she replied: nothing 

when she chose that ******* over me 

I was furious

but
why did I love her?
was it not to see her smile?

was it not to see her enjoy?
She is happier than ever-without me
in her happiness my world finds peace
that is enough.
Phia Apr 30
And then you showed up
And discovered a part of me
That I never even knew existed
My friend sent me a poem, I’m not sure who by, but it reads

“No one is mad at you
That’s just an echo
From how you grew up
You’re safe
You can let go”

I didn’t realize that this was a huge part of my childhood that I connected with one of my biggest “temp checks” and fears: “are you mad at me?”
Dylan A Apr 29
If I shot at a number line,
The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0,
Because a line made only of points has no width,
And points themselves have no size.

So it is impossible to pick a specific point.

So if I had, or did, shoot my shot,
I’d have no chance,
Because she is only his,
And he is hers.

So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
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