poem
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I was in the airport bathroomWhen I realized my panties were inside out.Did it matter?Probably not.But in that narrow and crowded stall – you know, where you have to squeeze against the toilet to get the door closed, I took off:my shoes,my pants,and my panties.Because I knew,somehow,They would all realize somethingjustwasn’tright. © 2025 November, Kayla Macias
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As I sit in flames in the depths of Hell,I burn. But I also ponder, Why me?It was a shock not to rise when I fellIn darkness where I could do naught but scream.And as the blood-drenched gates creaked open wide,A paralytic fear overtook me,When a wrathful fire gripped each my sides,Dragged me in for
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The thunder trembles and I know you’re near. I brace for the whip of the wind andPsych myself up for the onslaught of the devastating downpour.Your powerful presence knows no limits.Even weighed down by our soaked shirts and shoes,I stumble while you soar.I fear the fury,the tunneling twisters,And heavy hail. And after enduring this storm
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Some see me as a pushover-Cleaned up, innocent, and sober.But hear me out, all you gazers-I’m the dearest of all saviors,I’m the base to all your layers,And the canvas for all players.Why, without me, how could you seeWhat a color is meant to be?Though rainbows do not accept me(This regretful fact I concede),I dominate your
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In this lovely and lush lawn I tend to, I’m never able to kill the weeds. Even when I dig deep to the root,They rally and rise to taunt me. “Wicked weeds!”, I lament, as I wallow in worry.“Why curse me with your cruelty?”And on knees, I pluck out each leaf and pull at each
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I grew up on music my Mom played,Driving us to school in the white ford escort.As the oldest, I took full advantageOf my passenger princess privileges(To the dismay of my brothers).But I loved the Oldies the most – The music my Grandma grew up to(the only part of life we had in common).As I dreaded
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No one will save usBecause we look perfectly fine. We’ve been exerting energy for millennia,But in a slice of a nanosecond,We collapse.We seem frozen in time,Trapped in this event horizon.When in fact, we’re being swallowed,Unsure of when we took our last breath.Bringing everything close into our chaos – Yet hardly noticed by the universe. © 2025
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You offer a silent cure to those who ponder unsure, Never biased in your reward. Your hidden treasures run deep so all of us can reap, Just waiting to be explored.You want to be found in a maze that goes round,And offer many paths to your center.Yet many of us continue to lose our focus,In
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Hush! No! Nay! Who says?!It was just the other day he held my hand to his heartTo feel his love for me beat without fears.Love, do you so quickly drop my hand and depart?And is that the dress she will wear?The one you are stitching now? Such beautiful lace, it would be so unfortunate to
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Why do you struggle to stifle your yawns? You’ll never stop the undulating waves- They’re inevitable as rising dawns. Take solace in the mysterious caves, Filled deep with treasures we can call our own. Go! Release life’s shackles that keep us slaves! Here, you are tasteless meat and brittle bones, Fast decaying into a walking
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