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My mask will start cracking and soon you will know,
My mask will start breaking and soon it will show,
I’m not really happy, it’s all been an act,
I’m only pretending, and now my mask’s cracked,
You’ll see how my sadness has torn me apart,
You’ll know my joy was fake from the very start.

I will have to hide it, from those who will care,
I need to conceal it, leave you unaware,
I’ll make me a new mask, yeah, that’s what I’ll do,
I’ll make me a new mask to hide from you,
I’ll start with the smile, I’ll make it all bright,
So you never notice my lack of delight.

Then I’ll make the eyes and they’ll twinkle like stars,
I’ll wear longer sleeves so they cover my scars,
I’ll also add glasses to go with the eyes,
I am very proud of my brand new disguise,
I hope you won’t notice how much I am trying,
To make it all seem like inside I’m not dying,
To make you believe my happiness is true,
To make you believe that, instead of the truth,

The truth is I’m dead, have been for a few years,
The truth is I go to sleep drowning in tears,
The truth is sometimes I just wish I would jump,
And then I wouldn’t have to live in this dump,
The truth is you’re the only one who still cares,
The truth is that’s why I want you unaware,
Of all of this pain and of my broken heart,
That I knew I could never fix from the start.

So thank you, my friend, for always being there,
So thank you, my friend, just for showing you care,
So thank you, my friend, thanks for helping me smile,
So thank you, my friend, our friendship was worthwhile.
But I must be leaving, no, I cannot stay,
I’m sorry, I wish that it wasn’t this way,
Just know that I love you and I always will,
And if you forget me, I will love you still.

Poets blog: https://interstellarpoetry.wordpress.com/

(The genres are: Dark, Painful, Rhyme, and Sad)

Genre: Inspirational, Society, Motivational

You tried to be different but you
were alone, like
a leper,
in the wilderness.

It didn’t feel like the whole world
was not treating you right, but the
hatred seemed evident.

They failed to realize that unlike
the three Wise Men
following a star, you
were a man
following
a dream –
your dream.

© aoLIADI

Because my love nest had gaps and furrows
Time plucked the straws and sticks one by one,
When I tried to soar beyond in the sky of hope
Shot down mid-way I was, by a selfish someone.

I tried to nurse my love with lucre and lust
Sheltering it in the golden hedges of faith,
But life was unkind,storms of doubts and dismay
Scattered the feathers of hope,leaving me a wraith .

The happiness lasted only a few summers
While the nest was in the alcove of a tree
But the hunter smelt the aroma of burnt flesh
And aimed an arrow to set my love’s wings free.

Amen, I prayed and let the tides of wind blow

Before you fell, I caught your body in the flow.

Read Poem: Tiptoeing Elephants, by John Hansen

Why do people take offence
so easily these days?
It seems that almost everything
offends in certain ways.

No matter what is said or done,
written or expressed,
someone somewhere, who knows why,
will be visibly distressed.

There once was something called “free speech”
where opinions could be shared.
Conflicting views were called debates,
feelings respected, but not spared.

Most people, then, could take a joke
and share one in return.
It wasn’t seen as bullying,
and the world was not so stern.

Ethics always seemed quite clear,
don’t be unjustly cruel,
but if you made a dumb remark
you’d be called out as a fool.

People stood for elders,
pregnant women, or infirmed,
when riding on the train or bus.
an etiquette easily learned.

Men opened doors for women,
and let them enter first.
But chivalry’s now forgotten,
it’s a relic of the past.
When did people grow so soft,
can’t take some joke in jest?
Especially if it’s said in fun
and no insult is meant.

Now almost everything you say
will be dissected word for word
to find something derogatory,
or race or gender slurred.

I don’t know how it came to this,
it’s all just gone too far.
The rules we had in place for years
fell well below this bar.

Some even want to change the text
In classic literature,
so it won’t offend the snowflakes,
so sensitive and pure.

Now, you better take such care,
don’t write that, let it pass,
or someone may take you to court
And sue your sorry ass.

Well, I’m sorry I can’t do that,
wrongs can’t be just ignored.
Society has swung too far.
Too much has been outlawed.

It is a writer’s solemn duty
to tell the truth he sees.
Inform the lost and blinded
who can’t see the forest for the trees.

Everyone has rights I know,
But not to the extreme
where the majority must tiptoe
like elephants through cream.

By John Hansen 2020

I’ve never really been good at expressing my emotions.

But I know you love me I get that notion.

And I know, you know that I love you too.

Though I’ve never been good with saying

in words, how I feel about you.

My heart in the past was ripped from my chest.

But you’ve put it back in its place now I can attest.

You’ve helped me be a better man,

And I’m glad my dear that you understand

… and love me for me.

Not again
you can bring back the liveliest
how the big bang was.
when the only

space stretched in nothingness
for the incipiency of infinite. the time,
nothing was of consequence and
certainly not trivial. owing to galaxy trace
laid in the spiral arm, the fire in the forest, smoke.
a bubble breathing indoors.
for you, a diffuse, just a diffuse of gas, dusty but beautiful. the milky mist whirling a blend for a universe, clouds collapsing in the core of a nest-like interstellar―a born star.
the glitter of pearls unearthing the shell,
the ripples in water when tumbled a stone
a butterfly drifting colors flowerets to flowerets.

but to me, a glimpse. glare to the radiations
gushing out of a cloud,
star, not a star?
not a star, still a star.
an oyster’s pearl, her pain turned into a jewel,
grains of dust debris endowed by an injured soul.
the stone tumbling into blues, ocean’s bottom.
a skinned cocoon not a butterfly but a worm.

―Kartik Prajapat

Sometimes in life,

We read various love stories,
We watch love story in movies.
We meet thousands of people
In our walk of life.
Our path cross the path of various people,
Many people enter our circle of life.
And yet, none of them,
Not even a single of these people,
Not any of these love stories
Touch us; move us nor change us.

And then we read some love stories,
And then we watch some love movies.
We found ourselves growing into them;
Laughing when they laugh;
Crying when they cry.
And then we meet one person,
And our path crosses the path of one person.
Then that one person steps into our circle of life,
And the person gives meaning to our life.
The person moves and touches our life remarkably.
The person changes our life forever.

The End.

Genres: Friendship, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Love, Motivational, Relationships, Romantic.

I am a wave in the ocean.
Lost and small,
Lingering on the surface.
Wandering from here to there.
But I have the ability to transform.
To become greater than myself.

I have seen new places,
I have met new faces.
But all that is so fragile.
All faded.
They come and go.
And I stay here again all alone.

I am a wave in the ocean.
The water is dark as hell.
There is nothing underneath.
Only pain fell.
How long must I wander?
How far shall I go?

I run as far as I could,
But my feelings found me,
Over and over again.
Now I need to stop!
No more hiding.
No more run.

I am a wave in the ocean.
Small and so delicate.
But never once made me break.
Never even suffocate.
I am atop the current,
I am on the top of the current.

Because I am a wave in the ocean.
I am just one of all.
But I am who crossed the ocean,
I am who made it through.
I thought all the storms,
To see the rainbow.

Szandra Vetesi

Agonizing Soul, I Cut THE RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM. Releasing the anguish of my dark past, I’m no longer paralyzed from the lies that held me bond. The walls of Jericho have crumbled. My stony heart has turned to joy. My heart rejoices in the rhythms of our ancestors drums. My river of tears are dried up, My Face, scarred of contaminating acid of demeaning words.

I Cut THE RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM. My Voice is boundless; unmuted from the Trauma; shout songs of praise, underground Negro Spiritual hymns “Song of the Free”. The River runs red with my blood. Flowing freely down the Nile bank. The lotus, the regeneration of life, the refreshing spring cleanses my soul.I found peace, and now, I rest on mellow grass.

I cut the RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM from the venomous words, spoken from the fragmented heat. I release the restricted, expectations, unrealistic Cinderella fairy tales.

I cut the RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM I unlock the iron, shackles encircling my feet, my hands, and my neck. Mm mm! The taste of my freedom is sweet honey combs, slowly dripping, and landing, on my thick lips. Awe! Forgiveness has set me free.

I cut the RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM. An eagle trying to fit in with birds. I Rise. Ascending, soaring in my strength. Gliding effortlessly, against the strong winds, hurricane rains, fierce storms. My strong wings stretch wide. East, south, north, and west. I dance to the rhythm of the whistling winds, rejoicing in the beauty of my glide. Guided, by the gentle wind, weaving through the thick clouds. Coasting, effortlessly, in the fiery radiant skis. The breeze softly whispering. Free.

I Cut the RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM shouting from the rooftops. Victorious warrior. I tear off my garments of sorrow and pain. It’s a new season filled with new wine and refreshing April rains. My body is purified with sweet oils of myrrh. Behold it’s a new season, and I’ve done a new thing, I have covered all my nakedness of shame.

I Cut The RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM. a new blushing bride, my countenance sparkles, glittering, with flakes of gold. The sunshine, glaring, on my face. Charms radiate colors of aura. Purple, violet, and blue royalty and piety.

I Cut The RED RIBBON TO FREEDOM. No More Chains. No More Sadness. No More Shame. No More Lies. No More Pain! Forgiveness has set me free

I Am Free

I Am Free

Can’t you see what’s in front of you?

Past the reality you believe is true?

Behind the Golden Arches and feinted happy meals

Sitting in the dark distracted by a movie reel

Or before a false idol to whom you kneel

Living a robotic life of nine to five

For pieces of paper not worth a dime

Entrusting your life with the “heroic” boys in blue

Who are trained in fact to never trust you

Voting the puppet on the left or the puppet on the right

When both are created distractions to make us fight

You think this “revolution” is a result of a deadly police chokehold?

Your movements are actually led by agents on a Democratic payroll

Tearing down historical statues with a hypocritical mob

Only erases history while also ushering in Martial Law

For the slavery that was an integral part of our history

Paying reparations to black people seemed necessary

Though for those living today who still think it evens the score

After the damage done, reparations are needed no more

So within our politically-correct world, in any future endeavor

Pulling the race card has become revoked and buried forever

Without history, the same mistakes will be made

Take your eyes off the black mirror and see the sick political charade

We think we are moving the world toward improvement

With our rallies, picketing, and cute little movements

LGBT-LMNOP, it makes no difference to me

You’re all being used to implement a new policy

Among its many hidden agendas, lies another evil idea:

That your movement is nothing but a front to legalize pedophilia;

Feeling empowered with #MeToo? I say, Boo Hoo!

We’re all being raped by the same corporate few

Oh, so you were a victim who didn’t stand a chance?

You had every chance to open your eyes at your own ignorance

In Hollywood, no sexual ritual means no role

And these “innocent” Lolita’s did as they were told

All to walk a red carpet and become a household name

Do we really envy those who suck corporate dick for fame?

We need not worry about millions dying overseas

Of poverty, drugs, wars and disease

Oh, but you did your part for third world countries—

Paying an extra dollar for your Starbucks teas?

Still, you sit with your coffees, chatting and laughing

While our children are taken and sold into trafficking

So today, as you enjoy your tea or latte

Remember with each sip,

another child dies today.