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Gigi Tiji Oct 2014
Fear drew me,
devoured me, and
vigorously erased me.
Xe's an *******, but xe's just like me.
I'm xer ****** drawing xe
doesn't want to see.

I'm a pile of rolled up pink rubber bits tainted with grey.
I'm brushed off its desk with a frantically manic flick of the wrist.
I'll get ****** off the ground and thrown away some other day.

and I'll sit in the garbage for a while.
and I'll still be here, but I'll be useless.

Courage sticks xer calloused hands in the grimy wastebin.
Courage picks out all all my bits and pieces.
Courage gives me a squeeze and sticks me back together.
Xe didn't have to do it, but xe's as kind as xe is calloused.

and I'm still a handful of used.
I'm still a pile of pink and grey.
I've just been packed into a ball of passé.
and I smell like **** now that I've been sitting there so long.

Courage SLAPS me in the face.
Thank you, courage.
You're so right.

I will ******* erase you, Fear!
Just like you erased me!
You turned me into humdrum,
so I'll chew you up like bubblegum!
I'll spit you out like poisonous lead
and I'll make you mine instead.
I am not your ****** ******* doodle.
I am a ******* masterpiece, you ******!
life expands and contracts
in direct relation to your courage...
so do something stupid...
slap fear in the face...
close your eyes,
and fall backwards
into trust...
K Severin Aug 2013
You say you love me
Just not my choice
What I hear is
                     your ignorance
What I hear is
                     I love you,
                                 all of you
                     Except the parts
                                 I do not want to love
                     Except the parts
I refuse to acknowledge because
they do not fit my frame
of reality
        
Do you not see the importance
of this part of me?
I would not choose
         a life of supposed immorality
         contrary to a lifetime
                                             of beliefs
         causing turmoil and
         inflicting pain on
the ones I love
I would not choose
         this confliction of
         body and mind
         residing in a life
         of constant discomfort
And yet
         here I am

I endure the pain
         of you rejecting
                     who I really am
         of judgment cast
                     by churched minds
         of sympathetic looks
                     saying Oh you poor,
                                                         lost soul

You poor, ignorant soul
You are blinded
         by your unblinding truth
Refusing to accept
things that may fall
                                 outside your preconceived box
                                 structured by misinterpreted men
                                 two thousand years ago

You can only see
through the cracks
         of the wooden slats
A view not wide enough                                                                              
to see the disentanglement
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                     g   en e
of ***
and gender                                                                                   
A view not wide enough
to see that a person
is not determined solely
         by their given body
because bodies are temples
and temples need to be built
Temples need to be whole
         inside and out
Temples need to be refined
         after they are first built
                  Cut out rotting timber
                  Fortify with stronger rock
         and carve on the outside
         a reflection of the beauty
         lying within
Ken Pepiton Apr 2024
Hello Poetry ought to make poets expand,
and lo, it does,
- perhaps past Amazon Web Systems, bending under the plan
- who knows how 502 connections catch up, when poets
take a thread and pull...
as the poetic bubble expands and encom-
passes under
standing stones, crawling on my belly shining
the path behind me
as might a slime in my condition, signaling
to all who follow,

rest up, some levers set springs that can
lift you anywhere
from 324 to 7500 bodlengths, imagine that
wrong
and the stories all start to seem familear as hell,
being or not,
you know, when this ain't sati-sifine-mine
satisfied, servant given props,
true, measure twice cut once is a good rule to remember
once more
too late, to matter, it passes as gas, spiritual, not religious.

The nuts are LH I bet you, watch what ah, you know
what the left hand knows, qwerty is on my side
and right requires looking to find a critical. point
where a breathing comma woulda done it better,

think out, ah loud, ha three times
what if now,

you read, and wonder if it happened or you
imagined it did.

you weite this line, it did gitwrit right, whosay whosayin
amean ameam a meme me me ,miney by yo toe-western
tap tongue click to the beat of the tribe,

unh hung, we bin, we gone we been and done
sing it old son sing it in that
silent way
words do as they seem to float above the page,
oh, sage, shouldabeen a child's name, and lo, it was.

A prophecy from Sue, too true to
disobey, so some where there's an Xer in Texas
called Sage,
remembering the Alamo
and such names, ken come loose the looser the interpretations
and beguilded become
set to high idle bemeaning nothing
in  1 generation exposed,

to the new atmosphere filled
with signals saving time,
Ten Days Coast to Coast, those
shiny men, in reality,
listened, not all of them, some of them, one finger typer,

guy lost his thumb, on a wagon train real deal do it
as it was done in the journals,
now, 30 wpm ,-.;

imagine imogenes-- the r--- re
tell, or call imoges imagine in the past

reality, mine, perhaps, not yours, even in the same
time zone, but we tune to this signal
and sudden
instant yes, a me
was a we and we went with it , let it boast of knowing
this qwerty code due to darwin's bulldog being related
to the guy I met just
inside
the doors of perception, after an excellent read
given me at the fishnet factory, in a package,
that seals the time frame for much of the past
and all the futures imaginable

it was just
that quick we yooost to say, the quick and the dead,
at the edge of eternity, we

as we are, aware, being ware able we know,
a thing or two, is not enough, to infect,
we need more,
baby, have I got a number for you, I put a spell on you,
I ran to Ur,
but Ur was fallen so I ran, to where Forrest Gump stopped.

And I remembered, away away a me-me memory implant
during a momentary disconnection
sensing something resonating as I wish a gong one song
hmmm steady
hmmm breathing thingme I am,
this
what good can I do did i- said AI already riddling
and only just
begun.

See if we or notice we did. We shall think we may know,
and we may as well do it.
April 502 empearled anchor chain set to bubble up now all at once 60 -502s
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
That the occurrence of condoms is the right tradition
in a better position, interprets, thinks preferably
gracious forgiveness not only repairs injection
ummmmmm... from erroneous repairs and steps
in flight on the chair, the sound of ***** party will die,
returning to work,                 "Water stories", the collective impact of silence
in the background hot and a strategy the front,
as well as, the bath, the cleaning work, is free from exhaustion
and relief the view of the play ... couple of gripping fingers
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a girl from the edge of the earth, Antibomb girl screams and falls
on the road, people are prepared for Fear; Grief means that when you meet
an animal, break , share, stop, separation lost all the dream of our son,
all gone crows too. When the mind kills itself,
the mind is one of the sugars that becomes silent, belonging to Kashi. Your mind is always a superficial man
who can all start a good song, happy, they can see three eyes,
to stop, to regret choosing, choosing, morally, choosing,                  choosing,
ringing, exploding consciousness, treating torture,
where there is an excess lobster.
                                                                ­                    The strong voice Purban
for the thorough name is steep,                                                   it is pointless,
unfortunately the ease of the lung,
the skin Ahh, the outstretched
skin surrounded by a magician
in blessing the earth and crowded.         Filling the animals using a large sea water drop                    of months of cross signals with horrors, after leaving, closed
the crystal and suddenly parents figs,
the listener hugged his ears in the ears,
quickly taking the pain colon,
an age in a man who can tell him
that the presence of condoms
is the right tradition in a better position,
interpreters, you can consider whole
forgiveness, not only repair ummmmmm
injection or improper repair
And step in flight on the chair, the sound
of ***** party comes to space,
to party return work "stories, the sea,
the group's blow silence in the background
is warm and with a strategy that falls
the bath, the cleaning work the view of the path
is free from exhaustion and relief,                                                   so is based
on greatness that is known that the height
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who have their own daughters,
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Maddy Sep 2021
Respect is very important
Gratitude goes along with it
Tired of red versus blue
Disgusted with Democratic versus Republican
Along with everything in between
One people of different ideas and backgrounds
Respect and enjoy your culture and religion freely
Look at the poem on the Statue of Liberty
Lazarus was not wrong
The criminals that lurk need to be brought to justice even if they have held the highest office in the land along with their cronies
Even the guy that sells pillows
Fearing for the listeners of his podcast
Just once let us all be people who care
Just once let us be people trying to get it right when those who are powerful and follow them have gotten things so wrong
Stop judging and start repairing the harm that has been done
There real life Archie and Edith Bunkers are out there.
The pandemic is real
Families and friends have succumbed to it
What about children?
Education is everywhere not just in school
Take children to the library and read in front of the kids in your life
Go to museums and talk to your children
Virtual visits work too
Digital literacy is only one way not the only way
Boomer, Generation Xer etc stop putting us into labelled boxes
Stop making excuses
This Civil War didn't start In January
There are 96 colors in a Crayola box now
When will we be the United States again?

C@rainbowchaser2021
You don't have to agree or comment.
Just had to say it once and for all.

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