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Poetry Dump #1

03.07.2020

By WesPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
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The following is a series of poems I wrote over the past two years, most detail experinces that I needed help dealing with and some are happy moments I wanted to express.

Enoy.

[train platform]

standing on the edge

i look down

and wonder what it's like to

f l y

just jump off

and

f l y

[strange men]

mama told me not to talk to strange men

the ones that mutter to themselves with a hand in the waistband of their pants

the ones in sharp gray suits and hungry eyes, a modern day wolf

the ones with power who look down long pointed noses so hard they go cross eyed

the ones who claim to love all women but will blame them for their short comings

mama warned me not to talk to strange men

the world isn't forgiving for women

[birth of a generation]

we were the generation born of ash and rubble

stuck between the time before

the blue plusing screens

slowly sucking our

souls through

our eyes

the year

of our births

marked by death &

destruction as the war

on terror began so did the generation of anxious and angry

lost Peter Pans with no innonce left in them

[trying]

i feel like a shark in an aquarim, needing to keep moving to stay alive

stay still for too long and risk death

but there's no where for me to go just

an endless cycle of circles

same thing every day

or maybe not

different people peer through the glass wanting to catch a glimpse

the beast moving around tirilessly in a circles

moving

just trying

to live

[synesthesia]

quiet then softly

music

an explosion of color

bright ornages morphing into deep greens and popping purple hues

soft pinks twinkle into electric blues

while I sit there and hum along to the color show behind my eyelids

conversations become a display of psycadlic rainbow colors

each voice unique but melding together to create

a vibrant symphony of laughter and chatter

[first loves]

i don't know weather to laugh or cry

i still love you though i tried to tell myself i didn't

but like always it snuck up on me

of course it had to be you, the one so far away, the one who i had never seen face to face

yet you made me smile and gave me solace when no one else would

why did have to be you?

how do i explain to you my desperate need to move on?

logically i shouldn't

but love never listens to logic

surreal poetry
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