Least Read Poems About Identity

The mirror image flickers again
Like a buffering screen shorting out.
I watch ghosts of me fade away
As if I am caught in the veil
Waiting for resurrection at last.

The Cat Holic, was addicted to cats
The Protest Ant
Was anti Cat Holics
The Cat Holics
Considered that the Protest Ants
Were pants
And reciprocated
Their mutual dislike
Meanwhile...
Bank robbers, and the like
Didn't like either the Cat Holics
Nor the Protest Ants
But didn't have time for such shenanigans
As they were busy At Heists

by Jemia

At Evergreen Meadow,

The air crackled with excitement. It was the summer solstice, the one day of the year the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional meeting spot.

Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family, each member unique, yet undeniably Carbon. There was Carbon-13, his eccentric cousin, juggling aetheric energy orbs while debating the merits of isotopic art with...

Gentle air fills dying lungs  
Under blue skies and bitter chill  
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers  
Nervousness fills aching bones  
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact  
How did I get here?  
Years of dreaming was never enough  
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck  
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall  
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence  
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon  
But who am I to...