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Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.Graduation Day1 day ago in Free Verse

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.Linger2 days ago in Free Verse

They Called Her UglyThey called her ugly
and she screamed that she was beautiful
because that is what she believed
and They screamed twice as loud
and They left a small scar on her arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she yelled that she was beautiful
because that is what she thought she was
and They yelled three times as loud
and They left a bigger scar on her other arm that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They called her ugly
and she said that she was beautiful
because that is what she hoped
and They just said it louder
and They left a scar on face that was
big and red and bright
for all to see.

They callThey Called Her Ugly22 hours ago in Free Verse

I'm a monsterWe all have little monsters in us
that whisper ugly words into our ears.
My soul is at war, it is a fight
between the human and the monster in me,
and I fear... that the monster will win.

The monster controls me...
it forces me to think the worst of others
and it tells me to isolate myself,
to protect myself from those evil humans.
The monster dictates my every move,
I must pretend that I am a human...
lest anyone think of me as a monster.

The human inside of me has long died
and the seemingly innocent person you see
is nothing but a disgusting monster
hiding in the body of another,
preying on the weaknesses -
the weaknesses of those fraI'm a monster1 day ago in Free Verse

Aura: The Revolution

Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fineAura: The Revolution18 hours ago in Free Verse

Those WordsIt’s alright.
I’m not going to judge your decision.
You’re not going to judge my decision.
You’re not going to judge
my decision.
I appreciate that,
I guess.
No, I lied.
I appreciate the effort.
I appreciate the effort you made
to tell me that you’ll still be here.
But those words,
your decision,
your choice,
those tiny, insignificant words,
sting.
It makes me cringe every time I hear
those words,
and I hear them far too often.
I hate those words with all of my being.
No matter how much I plead
that you don’t say them anymore
I know that you still think them.
I’ve spent bleary-eyed nights trying to tThose Words3 days ago in Free Verse

Paper GirlHer skin is
pale,
translucent,
delicate.

Inside she is full of
turmoil,
anger,
pain,
fear,
frustration.

She hides her demons behind
a silent,
blank,
empty
mask.

Sometimes the turmoil bleeds through her paper thin skin,
taking the form of
angry red lines on her arms,
angry words spoken aloud,
angry, hot tears on her cheeks.

No one can see the pain that she holds back,
hidden behind
her silent mask,
her pale skin,
her empty gaze.

She is breaking apart from the inside out.Paper Girl2 days ago in Free Verse

streamI believe it is best heard: https://soundcloud.com/gravitycorner/stream-1
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let me be honest with you
I am small enough to fit into pockets and be forgotten
tangled up in the loose ends of jeans
quieter than the twinkle of coins against keys
that
is how small I am
to every hand I've been in
and there are not many I let hold me
in this form because honestly
I said I would be honest
I am so much larger than pocket change
or I try to be
far away and expansive
somewhere where you
can't
quite
reach
top shelf
one cereal box over
not hiding from your grasping grasp
I want you to
take me away and
spend me to fill you
up
but looking closely into my
naked eye--
window to my naked soul
is not a glance I offer
to many
(I think the ground is the only one to stare so deeply)
you see?
there
is my honesty laid out like
bread crumbs to the universe,
me, brimming with its nature
a nature in you too
but even with this, vastnesstream2 days ago in Free Verse

note 62i fell asleep beside
him, and around eleven
he woke up and said
"i'm leaving"
where did the hunger
unlock from, why is it
i spent months watching
him come and leave with
nothing
until now
"don't" i said
"stay" i said
and bent my arms
around him. "all
of a sudden you
love me again,"
and he stayed
for a little bit
longernote 623 days ago in Free Verse

EmbryoI choked back the crumpled dreams
clogged in my throat like paper wads
of useless poetry
while the ocean continued to eat at me,
one amethyst toe at a time;

I sank like the anchor inked on my back,
and loved of my bones a heavier guilt
to sink and sink, beneath sorrow
and joy, and the shoreline graves.

What’s meant for salt
is meant for tears
but I was never a creature meant
for healing,

wailing through crooked pipes
rusted and creaking from the summer heat
and a silence so well kept
that the dead would stare at me,
owl eyed—
and tongue tied.

(You’d always said that drowning me
was poetry in itself)Embryo2 days ago in Free Verse

LandslideYearning for birds –
The reminder of anchors in
each half-moon cresent
so lovingly carved into my soles.

and you play hopscotch in my veins -
the ones forbidden now to bleed -
until I'm beaten blue and flat...

but there are sparrows in my brain
among cerebral cortex clouds,
and that should be enough.

Only it isn’t.Landslide2 days ago in Free Verse

gunpowder eyesI know you.
You know me.

these lines define us,
collecting our fates with intervention and desperation.

you used to chew sweet gum when watching the stars,
laughing with bitterness caught in the edges.

your eyes were always like gunpowder,
but rimmed with hollowed tears & violent eye liner & senseless fear.

You know me.
I know you.

your fingers were long and thin,
clutching the straps of your bag tight with unseen emotion.

they called you crazy when you were little,
and an abomination when you grew up.

was this where the madness began?
tangled up in your father’s embrace and scattered by the lack of mother’s care?

I knewgunpowder eyes2 days ago in Free Verse

I Am No PoetI can spell, I can rhyme,
And I do it all the time;

I can chop up sentences:
Just. Like. That.

You want a haiku?
Oh yes, I can do that too,
It's just what you do

Is somehow more "true."

So...

Do you want me to be Emily?
Do you want me to be Poe?
Do you want me to be Cummings,
Tossing syntax to and fro?

Do you want me to be Shakespeare?
Rudyard Kipling is good, too.
Do you want me to be Robert?
Or contemporary - "new"?

Let me use those darn devices,
And sound deeper than I am;

If you read this
Poem right, you'll find
The flow
That lies within.I Am No Poet3 days ago in Free Verse

Two Sides of the CoinI’m hanging onto every word,
Onto every promise you ever told
I look up to you and feel so small
It’s like I’m nothing, nothing at all
So I let you crush me, crush me with your words
I let you scratch it, and open all my wounds
Pretend I’m safe, and put up with this sham
But you are just as lonely and empty as I am
I try so hard to be there for you
I do my best, you know I do
Yet you never say the words that are right
Just let me go, without love I can’t survive
So I let you hit me, you hit me all the time
Our friends know it but I say that I am fine
I am frustrated to have to go this far
But I’m just as scared and lost as you areTwo Sides of the Coin2 days ago in Free Verse

simple pleasureswind caressing my face,
tangling my hair,
cooling me down
on this hot summer day
watermelon juice
running down my chin,
spitting seeds
hoping that they grow anew
my daughter's smile
when she splashes me in the pool,
her screeching laugh
when I chase her
it's the simple things
that make me sigh with contentment,
it's the little things
that bring tremendous joysimple pleasures2 days ago in Free Verse

Ocean of the DeadSurfing over the waves of the ocean
Floating in the dead, cold sea
Alive in my tide of emotions
Searching for a way to be.

My heart goes out with longing
As the waves lapse over my soul
Begging for a sense of belonging
But knowing that I will never be whole.

I am like a Zombie
Wandering, meaningless without ho[e
My story is nothing but an endless lie
My lifeline going down a bottomless slope.

I am dead, understand,
Floating in the depths of the cold
Drowning under the weight of society's demands
And now there is nothing to do except watch me
Fight, Unfold,
Cry, and die,
and let my story go unforgotten,
forever untold.Ocean of the Dead3 days ago in Free Verse

Above the Blind and Beneath the SightedUnderneath the rusted irons, but molded between the caskets of love, a cage of death sings west in dark waters; the wastes contain a curse from above.

Their bodies float as night perils forth, above the flames but beneath one star, to each their own a separate portion; a dreaded one cleans them from beyond afar.

Lay wasted in towards a river of flesh, a being dares silence itself to sleep, the Shadows of Where expect your secrets, give them of nourishment, for 'tis it they keep.

Of nightmare or glory do the bodies stay clean, their eyes of glass move not an inch, for the nose of red sings with their screeches; bloodied rags are brought froAbove the Blind and Beneath the Sighted2 days ago in Free Verse

Outside MyselfI now find myself stretching in every which way,
trying to collect pieces of myself
that were never really mine,
passing the time curled up in a ball composed of tears
and silence.

As the midnights pass, the shadows are my only friends:
whispers in the night that keep me company,
mournings and cries that ease their way to dawn.

And now say the soul dies with the body;
a strange entanglement which leaves me gasping for breath
until I lull to sleep in his arms,
shushed by the low voice of Death.

I have now joined the shadows.Outside Myself2 days ago in Free Verse

Not for MeMourning like a death
but was it painless?
not for me
and yet here I am
the one heart that beats

Sulking like a breakup
but was it mutual?
not for me
until I realized that
it was twisted affection

Sickening like a tragedy
but was it martyrdom?
not for me
but I will bear it,
the weight of your sins

Enraging like a cheat
but nothing was won
not for me
and no consolation gift
for your sick games

Aching like a betrayal
but was there saved face?
not for me
still I wanted warmth
in the knife on my side

Beautiful like blood
but were you a sister?
not for me
but I found your shoulder
an escape for every sadness

Beloved like a lover
but were youNot for Me3 days ago in Free Verse

the dreamersour windows carved into moons
a memory of two dreaming minds.

we fell asleep inside one another
like high tides, our bodies
screaming like avalanches.

a journey of two wayward souls
into unknown forever.

time lapses like unholy communion,
like limbs lost in the battle ground
of bed sheets and drunken lips.

lives without lives

carving the underside of spilled-ink dreams,
grinning at the thought of skin chafing.

morning comes with knowing smiles,
a promise fulfilled in subconscious.the dreamers3 days ago in Free Verse

Side effectAs soon as we start to pump blood through our veins
our fate has been sealed
there is no escape, no sweet relief to lift the weight
Our life will end
where many try to evade this fact, or to beautify it
so many seem obsessed with long lives
as if to justify the poor quality of it

the truth is, life is what you make of it, or what you let it make you

The life where one is dominated by one's thoughts
the fear of losing everything one has ever known
The life where nothing comprehensible can be made from all the events
that constitute one's life

The struggle where one does no longer know what is one's thought
Or what is one's fear
The true horSide effect3 days ago in Free Verse

You're My Super Hero!When I was young, I admired the invincible man in a cape and the heroic woman in a tiara that were on TV.

In the times of crisis, a hero is what the world needs. That's what I'll be!

I'll don that cape and tiara and be a defender of justice! Save the weak and fight for truth!

Leave it to me; I'm the hero you need!

Try as I might, I was just too young to protect people. I could only administer truth and justice from in front of my TV screen while I watched the real heroes save the world.

But I wasn't discouraged. I took off my cape and tiara to keep for another day. I didn't need to go out and be like the heroes on TV.

I have a real heroYou're My Super Hero!3 days ago in Free Verse

ScarsKiss my skin
with your sweet, metallic touch,
and every moment after
I'll regret it so much.

I need someone to accept as I am,
hold me, comfort me,
like the sick child I am.

I feel the pain in my hip
with every move I make
as if it's just there to remind me
of the damage I ache.

It won't let me forget
how I finally slipped
and now it makes me wish
that I ceased to exist.Scars2 days ago in Free Verse

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