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I want to be a Black verse
Living off the society’s expectations,
I want to be a Free verse
Redefine this hypocrisy called democracy.

When I grow up,
I will be an exposed poem, with stanzas like a book of secrete.
Micaela Nov 2018
i don't wish to be invisible
but i wish they'd never seen me
or heard my voice.

i wish to be known and i guess
also to be loved
without anyone ascribing a sense
of beautiful or ugly to me.

please!
i wish you would expose me
for the brave comment
for the snide remark
for the gentle mention
for the valiant mistake
that i am.

but--stop! don't do it,
my pretty face is my shield
and if i weren't so scared
i would've already destroyed it.
i would've made my invisible visible
and you would all see what i am,
really.

don't do it

i wish i could do it for myself:
to be naked but not afraid
Ken Sep 2018
My head
My heart
They're tearing me apart
It's cold and lonely
I want you to caress me
Your warmth I crave
Your voice I chase

It's lust I know
But deep inside I shout
"You're the one I searched for",
"You're the one I want to grow old with",
"You're the one I cherish"

This lust I carry,
Is the origin of my hurt
The pain
The shame that I hide
For you not to see
Because in other people's eyes
It's an inappropriate feeling
"A craving of the flesh" they say
But my lust for you is complicated to explain

I craved for your body to embrace me
Because I yearn to feel your love
I wished for you to say my name intimately
Because I want to hear your love
I dreamt of us kissing intensely
Because I'm dying to express my love
I imagine us together
Because I want TO BE your love

This gut feeling I'm experiencing
Sure it might be one-sided
But I pray to happen
That you and me
A story destined to come true
The tip of the Iceberg
amber Aug 2018
i wonder
if you will ever see
how gorgeous you look
as tears slip down your cheeks
Jessica Jarvis Jul 2018
My heart’s on my sleeve.
Unfortunately for me,
I forgot my coat.
7/30/18

Another haiku for you! I think haikus just make me feel justified enough for maintaining posting email regularly, even if it’s not overly long content, but also proud enough that I came up with something relatively clever for using so few words.
Sean Achilleos Jul 2018
Within a blink of an eye
Every second becomes the past
What you said and did a few moments ago
Has literally already become the past
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
To when I was a child
Relive my life
Making all the right choices
But if my life had been perfect
What would I have learnt there from
Nothing indeed
Feeling raw and exposed
Like an open wound
I long for a band aid of emotion
Shall I move forward while looking back
What a way to live
It’s no way to live
What was is gone
We might look forward to the future
But even this we have no control of
Everything is a guess or a hope
However one thing remains certain
We only have the now
And the second you've finished reading this poem
It will simply become the past
Written by Sean Achilleos 29 July 2018©
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Gabriel burnS Jul 2018
I felt it crumbling
I felt it falling with the rain
The invisible
I felt it falling
Bits and pieces
Shreds and ribbons
The clothing of my wings
As God unpacked the wraps with haste
Like a restless child
Tearing down the gift
Together with the wrapping

I felt it falling
Scorching on the skin
Of frail reveries
Soaking wet I felt the taste
Of gasoline
And drowned the rain
Into my eyelids
E l l e Jun 2018
Disposable likes

Dispensable loves

I wish I could throw it all away.

Somebody tell all these recyclable guys
To step down from their endless pride
and just be sustainable- but reusable for later

Reducible heartbreaks

Reprized 'I love you's'

I wish there was a safe way to get rid of our minds.

Without polluting everything around our youth
Because none of us want our children knowing
That one day they might be susceptible to that typa thing...

The world would be such a better place if we didn't waste

Maybe if we all knew

Sometimes we need to dispose of things the right way;
Instead of putting in on top of another pile-

It would be.
Take it how you want it, but this is definitely not about the earth.
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