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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
13th Sep 2019 7:33am
SLUMBER OF THE MOON
Darkness, don't loose your light;
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
I CANNOT.
Here comes yellow, struggling against the fog.
Time, slow down;
I CANNOT.
The sun is waking up.
Full, am I?
FOOL YOU ARE!
Setting behind the clouds.
#aging
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Published
1st May 2019 3:40am
1st May 2019 3:40am
Pink Courage
No less passionate than any aggressive stance
Daring
In silence
Subtle
Deliberate coincidence
Sharper than any straightforward verbal banter
Cunning
Curveball pitcher
Indirect
Bullseye shooter
Still, but substantially concentrated
Unassuming
Patiently persisting
Unwavering
Protracted struggling
Against a generation
Cross-flowing
Behind the scene
Rewriting
Life as they would have wanted
A shade paler than red
Like a second class citizen
By temperature and...
Daring
In silence
Subtle
Deliberate coincidence
Sharper than any straightforward verbal banter
Cunning
Curveball pitcher
Indirect
Bullseye shooter
Still, but substantially concentrated
Unassuming
Patiently persisting
Unwavering
Protracted struggling
Against a generation
Cross-flowing
Behind the scene
Rewriting
Life as they would have wanted
A shade paler than red
Like a second class citizen
By temperature and...
#courage
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yelluw_always
Published
7th Apr 2020 6:35am
7th Apr 2020 6:35am
L'esprit de l'escalier 6/30
an undiscovered narrative
the lace covers but not
enough that
a place downstairs
appears alive behind walls
and someone is a peer
at the curving
stairs
shutters
between poles appearing as
glimpses of bouncy foot
sneakers
rubber
skidding tires black
white trim
a succession in
movements
through bannisters
narrow
blurred around the edges
excitement
hurry
shock
which?
i wish i could hourglass
then what i said just a second later
the lace covers but not
enough that
a place downstairs
appears alive behind walls
and someone is a peer
at the curving
stairs
shutters
between poles appearing as
glimpses of bouncy foot
sneakers
rubber
skidding tires black
white trim
a succession in
movements
through bannisters
narrow
blurred around the edges
excitement
hurry
shock
which?
i wish i could hourglass
then what i said just a second later
#regret
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yelluw_always
Published
8th Apr 2020 7:19am
8th Apr 2020 7:19am
The Door and its Nail 7/30
there were mechanics-
i had to bump determinately
and hip
this one sweet
spot
but also
press a palm as against a heartbeat
to want
to search
for humanity with the nerve
ends of a palm
and a cherub cheek
if wrong
if nothing happens or opens
reorient the hand lower
to press the panel with a creak
for the un
jam
i can’t explain this habit without
a brain working ahead of time
saying without
saying- try this, try this alter- ...
i had to bump determinately
and hip
this one sweet
spot
but also
press a palm as against a heartbeat
to want
to search
for humanity with the nerve
ends of a palm
and a cherub cheek
if wrong
if nothing happens or opens
reorient the hand lower
to press the panel with a creak
for the un
jam
i can’t explain this habit without
a brain working ahead of time
saying without
saying- try this, try this alter- ...
#LifeChangingMoment
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CosiestPrism273
Published
10th Apr 2020 11:48am
10th Apr 2020 11:48am
Dark vs light
I wonder who I will become
The beginning or the end
When my life is done
Do I fall or ascend
Am I a hero or evil
Will I save or destroy
The present or medieval
Do I hate or bring joy
Am I a coward or strong
Am I against or for
Am I right or wrong
Am I rich or poor
Do I follow or ignore
Do I sit or stand
Am I less or more
Am I intriguing or bland
Do I answer or question
Do I win or lose
Do I bore or impress them
Do I admit or accuse
A boy or man
The...
The beginning or the end
When my life is done
Do I fall or ascend
Am I a hero or evil
Will I save or destroy
The present or medieval
Do I hate or bring joy
Am I a coward or strong
Am I against or for
Am I right or wrong
Am I rich or poor
Do I follow or ignore
Do I sit or stand
Am I less or more
Am I intriguing or bland
Do I answer or question
Do I win or lose
Do I bore or impress them
Do I admit or accuse
A boy or man
The...
#rhyming
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
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yelluw_always
Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Published
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
5th Apr 2020 6:33am
I rub upon your 4/30
I rub upon your
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
temples
coarse
finger grains
fine
the microcosm
the mica
the pumice
of breaking apart
i could break it down
phonetically
with eye
naked
exfoliated
but the ocular
that’s learned how things occur
the abstract
mold concept
superimposed
rods
cones
making wind
stone
my words
pottery
they are the clay
living poetry
ephemeral dirt
in oyster shells
#identity
#myself
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drone
Published
26th Jun 2020 12:30pm
26th Jun 2020 12:30pm
Unable
Has one
become
a little slack
limp
flaccid
unable
to become hard
to stand freely
unfettered
proud
when faced with facts
that prove
your flaccid thinking
your balls
are still soft
they have yet
to drop
become
a little slack
limp
flaccid
unable
to become hard
to stand freely
unfettered
proud
when faced with facts
that prove
your flaccid thinking
your balls
are still soft
they have yet
to drop
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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jmerrick73
Published
30th Jun 2020 11:37am
30th Jun 2020 11:37am
Bon-Voy'age?
It's damn sad when you can't wait to get back to work from your days off.
She belittles me.
I admit she's smarter than me.
Same tearing down of one's self esteem,that I've endured as a teen.
Oh how i pray for my demise on a daily basis.
This is way too much mental stress, I no longer care to face this.
Damn, i wish i had my mama.
Mama would be there to comfort me during this drama.
I haven't a mama anymore.
She passed in '85.
She's now no more.
How did i make it this long, how did i survive?
The bridges that were once before me,...
She belittles me.
I admit she's smarter than me.
Same tearing down of one's self esteem,that I've endured as a teen.
Oh how i pray for my demise on a daily basis.
This is way too much mental stress, I no longer care to face this.
Damn, i wish i had my mama.
Mama would be there to comfort me during this drama.
I haven't a mama anymore.
She passed in '85.
She's now no more.
How did i make it this long, how did i survive?
The bridges that were once before me,...
#anger
#boredom
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Crazontheinside
Published
1st Jul 2020 9:31am
1st Jul 2020 9:31am
Introduction Through My Complex Mind
Dear Diary... This is "My Bi-Polar Mind"
We all have a story, some happy, while others endure tragedy. I want the world to understand; we’re not a disease...there is no cure, I hope that showing my view of someone who has lived and struggled, even now, will help others be more compassionate to the more vulnerable. All I ask of you is to keep an open mind, lock up your judgements and realize we are still human beings. We have feelings like everyone else. As the human race we need to realize the facts. In your lifetime you WILL experience it, could be from someone that has it....
We all have a story, some happy, while others endure tragedy. I want the world to understand; we’re not a disease...there is no cure, I hope that showing my view of someone who has lived and struggled, even now, will help others be more compassionate to the more vulnerable. All I ask of you is to keep an open mind, lock up your judgements and realize we are still human beings. We have feelings like everyone else. As the human race we need to realize the facts. In your lifetime you WILL experience it, could be from someone that has it....
#LifeStruggles
#prose
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
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Cyndi_Moone
Published
8th Sep 2017 5:40pm
8th Sep 2017 5:40pm
VOTO DE BODA
Estoy en carro prestado
Porque el tren ya me habia dejado
Muchos fueron los años
Que solo encontraba engaños
Hasta que un galán secuestro mi corazón
Y para casarme, me ha dado buena razón.
Pasaré los dias junto a él
Y por siempre le sere muy fiel.
En los tiempos Buenos y los tiempos malos
Depende si le hago la comida o se mete en chaos.
Doesn't "ring" well in English and, therefore, the humor is lost....but this is the translation:
I am in a borrowed car
Because the train had already passed me by
Many...
Porque el tren ya me habia dejado
Muchos fueron los años
Que solo encontraba engaños
Hasta que un galán secuestro mi corazón
Y para casarme, me ha dado buena razón.
Pasaré los dias junto a él
Y por siempre le sere muy fiel.
En los tiempos Buenos y los tiempos malos
Depende si le hago la comida o se mete en chaos.
Doesn't "ring" well in English and, therefore, the humor is lost....but this is the translation:
I am in a borrowed car
Because the train had already passed me by
Many...
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Cyndi_Moone
Published
2nd Jul 2018 7:41am
2nd Jul 2018 7:41am
My Everlasting Amor (Spanglish Poem)
Come, mi amor, draw closer to provocarte
Let me besar your labios and tocarte
Correr my hands sobre your cuerpo
Recostar my cabeza on your pecho
O, to taste the vino from your lips
When I draw closer to darte un kiss
O, that you would not turn lejos de mi
Knowing how much I can’t stand being sin ti.
Eres mi corazón my reason to despertar
Each morning and my joy to poder respirar
Me traes el sol to shine my mundo
Con caricias y dulzura yo te inundo
Mi vida, me sacaste de un mundo de...
Let me besar your labios and tocarte
Correr my hands sobre your cuerpo
Recostar my cabeza on your pecho
O, to taste the vino from your lips
When I draw closer to darte un kiss
O, that you would not turn lejos de mi
Knowing how much I can’t stand being sin ti.
Eres mi corazón my reason to despertar
Each morning and my joy to poder respirar
Me traes el sol to shine my mundo
Con caricias y dulzura yo te inundo
Mi vida, me sacaste de un mundo de...
#love
#kindness
#hope
#gratitude
#admiration
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