Category: Poetry

ANNOYED RAMBLE

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I took my book to the lonely hammock for some peace and avoidance.

Sun dribbled thought the gaps in the leaves above as I sunk into that other world.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I glanced the person I least wished to see.

Surely he would see my book, surely he would see my all aloneness and understand.

That hope faded as he approached some more but I kept my face buried.

Still he spoke. I sighedand mustered a one word replying, never even glancing upward.

I was expecting that to be it. Unpleasant but finally over. I was wrong.

He kept talking and I kept not replying but the other world of my book slipped away.

SISYPHUS

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What an unfortunate relief 

When he told me 

That he had eco anxiety too. 

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Now he would help me 

Push that rock 

Up the hill. 

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How do I tell him 

What’s going to happen 

When we reach the top? 

DEEP DIVE

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I want to dive 

Into the depth 

Of your mind,

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Find the dreams 

That hide behind 

The corrals in the reef 

of your imagination,

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Glimpse the fears 

That swim so deep

That they never 

See the surface.

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I’l like to go again 

In the dead of night, 

Switch my light off,

And see all the things 

That only glow 

In the dark

AESTHETIC MISERY

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Eye bags aside,

I’m quite pretty when I’m sad:

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Colourful peasant skirt 

And bare feet 

Walking the dogs 

On the beach. 

There may as well 

Be a Lana del Ray song

On in the background. 

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They fetishised my misery,

Packaged it up 

And sold it to the masses. 

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Why strive for happy 

When sad is pretty too? 

SHRINKING

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Coat hanger shoulders, 

Perturbing hip bone,

My body no longer 

Feels like my own. 

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I’ve always been skinny

Though never this gaunt.

I have no more pride

Or desire to flaunt. 

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But worse yet than that 

Is I’ve lost my smile.

I always did laugh,

Now it’s been a while 

JUNGLE PLANT

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I feel at odds here. 

I feel like one of the trees 

That’ the same size 

As all those years ago,

When it was first planted. 

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The ends of my leaves

Turned brown quickly 

And have stayed that way since. 

But the brown decreased 

With the number of leaves. 

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I feel like one of the trees

That’s holding- fighting on 

Just to stay the same 

When it rains 

And shrink when it doesn’t.

THE POET

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I wish I could have loved him,

But I’m fickle. 

He bleed emotion 

Through too many pens. 

Ink spilling on paper, 

He opens up his chest, 

Let’s the ocean in, 

And writes a hundred words 

About life and love and longing. 

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I could have let him love me

But I’m fickle 

And not selfish enough 

To allow myself to be loved 

By someone I don’t deserve. 

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Maybe some day 

I’ll pry my chest open 

With a crowbar 

And go for a swim. 

But until then, 

Fare he well.