Authenticity Poems
to be real
by Rikske Kessner
Velveteen Rabbit:
left forgotten on the floor,
overlooked, shy, sawdust-made,
snubbed by the grand and mechanical,
a world of prideful toys,
and absent understanding.
Timothy, the wooden lion,
boasts of his noble ties,
the painted boat speaks
......
Double Sided Mirror
by Daniela Serralde
I Stand still
Observing through the depths of the double sided mirror
Witnessing all tears of anguish and
Blissful smiles
Everyone stares right through my eyes
Never realizing
Im here
Reaching my arms out to the wonders
Their reflection paints.
......
alone and happy
by Miki Vermeulen
I cannot be alone,
And I cannot be bored.
Does that mean I like people's company?
Or am I just good at faking a smile,
And getting things done?
People say I have the best smile,
But is it real?
Am I really happy?
Or do I just lie to everyone?
......
Not my own story
by Joseph Kjar
Inside my head
There lives a thought
She scratches, she paws
She begs to be let out
The thumping from inside
On my temple, between my eyes
Thumping, thumping, thumping
......
An ode to your frozen face
by Julie G
I am moved by your frozen face.
A testament to endless chase, controlling time with needless haste.
But past the mask, your honest life does not deserve to face a knife.
Injections for sale, a culture’s embrace,
A lifetime of living you plan to erase. Our culture's obsessed with endless praise
And authenticity's lost in the haze.
As you chase perfection, an image remade
Do not allow your true self to fade.
In seasons to come, may you welcome a thaw,
for true beauty lies in every flaw.
......
The Unchanging Hue
by Aditi Hayaran
A little girl in her pretty pink home,
Imperfect for foreign eyes,
For her, it's the perfect dome.
The flowers she planted to heal,
The necessary walls she built.
She knows how to close the windows now
Without any guilt.
It was grey before,
......
to be real
by Rikske Kessner
Velveteen Rabbit:
left forgotten on the floor,
overlooked, shy, sawdust-made,
snubbed by the grand and mechanical,
a world of prideful toys,
and absent understanding.
Timothy, the wooden lion,
boasts of his noble ties,
the painted boat speaks
......
An ultimatum
by Tobias Winters
An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
......
Not my own story
by Joseph Kjar
Inside my head
There lives a thought
She scratches, she paws
She begs to be let out
The thumping from inside
On my temple, between my eyes
Thumping, thumping, thumping
......
alone and happy
by Miki Vermeulen
I cannot be alone,
And I cannot be bored.
Does that mean I like people's company?
Or am I just good at faking a smile,
And getting things done?
People say I have the best smile,
But is it real?
Am I really happy?
Or do I just lie to everyone?
......
