Introspection Poems
The stare of the flat pupil
by Kamilla Letrai
Circularity is an overstatement.
Patterned like a Fibonacci spiral,
at the point of intersection, I warm up. Yet
the sunlight. Effortlessly. Passes through my chest.
Looking for a sign of understanding in your eyes...
The view is the empty sky. Ignoring one’s deepest prayers.
I am no stranger to beautiful, but empty sights
Dilated pupils. See them deepen, not ashore.
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of Heart and Head
by Max Godstone
As I sit firm and while away the hours,
Within my dark and isolated sphere.
My thoughts bloom slow like sad, forgotten flowers.
No lightbulbs light, no brilliant flash draws near.
I always thought my mind a source of pride,
Intelligence and rationality.
The things I felt, they were just things to hide
away, not part of my reality.
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the shadows that i sleep with
by J K
i think it’s time
to set aside
the notion that i must.
devotion to a trust that i
should, could, or would
if just...
the notion that i am, i can't
i won't, will always be
the stories that i wrote and wove
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My mind floats through space
by Karan Shah
My mind floats through space
Surrounded by its eternal darkness
My impulses like gamma rays
Penetrate the atmosphere of my subconscious
Relatively, I gravitate towards the good days
and sometimes memories that make me nauseous
But the only Constance
Is that time keeps my mind
Afloat past every single instance
At the speed of light
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Metamorphosis, interrupted
by Anjali Pathiyath
I sometimes dream I am a caterpillar
who forgets to grow into a butterfly.
I burrow into leaves, breaking through their delicate venation.
I funnel my uncinate feet through curling petals,
I glide through the pungent weeds of uncertainty
and hang from gossamer threads of doubt.
I sometimes dream I am a caterpillar
blending into the mossy greens growing on decaying walls,
lost in the intricate forest and counting the unseen stars,
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The stare of the flat pupil
by Kamilla Letrai
Circularity is an overstatement.
Patterned like a Fibonacci spiral,
at the point of intersection, I warm up. Yet
the sunlight. Effortlessly. Passes through my chest.
Looking for a sign of understanding in your eyes...
The view is the empty sky. Ignoring one’s deepest prayers.
I am no stranger to beautiful, but empty sights
Dilated pupils. See them deepen, not ashore.
......
Plight of the Poet
by Christopher Kolmen
Is brevity not the soul of wit
So why then dilute the words which we spit
Is it perchance some performative urge
Some selfish ambition to a little longer be heard
What cause do we have to slight our creations
If not entitlement to our meaningless station
Am I not but a jester who wears a tin crown
Yet speaks of it as gold with the hope that my mouth is not bound
Make Happy (Long)
by Chris Flores
It’s not hard to be happy
You know how to be happy
Stable life
Smiles and kids
Good money
And a house to live in
Happiness
It’s not hard to write
It’s not hard to think
It’s not hard to believe in
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that love
by Miki Vermeulen
How lucky I am to have experienced such pure, genuine love,
Which showed me what true love should look and feel like.
I might not currently receive that love,
But one day, I will find someone who can give me that love eternally.
I love intensely,
I used to think that was a flaw, but I now see it as my best trait.
Because I finally love myself,
And though I am saddened by losing my other half,
I am learning how to be whole alone.
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I Was About Asking Why
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I was about asking why the fetters are
Tightened more on our feet of progression
I was about asking why the bright day
Suddenly turns black as we approach the crossroads
I was about asking why every tread thrusts
Us back the winding way we came
I was about asking why the caravanserai
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