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This is Me
By
Billy Harfosh -
Contributing Poet
I perk right up
When she comes around
All of a sudden
My shirt is pressed
My teeth are white
My shoes are polished
My posture firm
My smile big and bold
She never fails
To impress me
She never fails
To amaze me
and I try
To be fake me
and I try
To look my best
and I try
To be on my best behavior
I never let her see me drunk
I never let her see me down
But that is me
That is me
She's too good
I'm not brave enough to show my dark colors
My inner demons
She loves me
The fake me
Then, in a flash
The others come out to play
I cannot control
When they come around
She sees my Lucifer
She's too good
and now I'm too brave
I perk right up
When she comes around
All of a sudden
My dark colors are exposed
I push her away
Because she is too good
I'm free
and I push her away
Because she is too close
This is me
This is me
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The Immigrant
By
Afzal Moolla -
Contributing Poet
Seeking solace.
Seeking a home.
The immigrant finds,
Rotten prejudice.
Fungal anger.
The immigrant,
alone, hoping for,
A solitary chance.
To belong.
The immigrant,
alone, always,
An outside entity.
Eternal outcast.
A viral threat.
A reeking odor.
The immigrant,
ever alone,
and alone knowing,
that no place exists,
but that lost home.
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The Pain of Memory
By
Damion Hamilton -
Contributing Poet
It's awful
You remember everything
You never forget
Every insult
Every bruise
Every scar
Every burn
Every nick
Every blow
You never forget
I never forget
The pain of memory
You think you forget
But you never forget
The dread of some wholly misfortune
The pain that left you breathless
You think you forgot
But you never forget
The silly pain of your life
And the older you get
The more pain is stored
In memory
I'll prove it
Drive to work
Or drive someplace
You have been dozens time
Before
You remember every bump in the road
You never forget
You or me
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Aquatic Love
By
Andrew Ellenberger -
Contributing Poet
I can taste the ocean on your skin,
All its enigma and beauty lies within,
Underneath your surface veneer,
Are the waves breaking I hear,
Your heart is beating in rhythm with the tide,
My arms are open, my eyes gaping wide,
At you breathing serenely and sublime,
I will love you, my oceanic mystery, until the end of all time.
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Continuum
By
Taylor Risenhoover -
Contributing Poet
All you'll ever be
Is just another faded memory
Too cold to even say goodbye
A grudge too tight to look me in the eye
And even though it was my best shot
It was all wasted, all for not
I have danced with disgust
And held this until it was no more than rust
But now fading is all it'll ever be
Another broken, faded memory.
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Slow Burn
By
Susan Breeden -
Contributing Poet
Emotions spent,
never replenished.
What once seemed
grand now seems small.
Feels like the
slowest simmer,
a fading away.
A logical reduction.
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