Self Poems
They know
by Aletheia Tinea
The eyes stare and creep out of the sockets, leap from the skulls. They fall to the floor, slime and goo running down the slouching cheeks from the black void abysses. The eyes still stare. Spring tiny feet, arachnids’ feet. Slowly, disjointedly crawling, slime trails behind them, towards me. All the colours, creeping closer, reaching for me. I run into a corner, close my lids, receding into myself, folding into where everything is dark, and nothing can reach. The shadows trick me into peeking. I look through my hair; one blue eye has reached my foot. Rooted, I want to squish it, but my will freezes and the screams scratch and rip my insides and tear my throat and pull apart my vocal chords but still the little blue eye creeps and crawls and climbs my leg with its furry little spider legs and it reaches my shoulder and whispers
I know
and the slime and goo slide up my cheek and the legs push my eye rolling it back into my head and the little blue eye climbs in the socket looking into my brain seeing everything and hating the ugliness almost as much as i do
What I Am to What I’ll Be
by Siddhi Beri
My heart hurts so bad,
There are always many sorrows and sad.
I would love to change it a bit,
In the way that I fit.
I want to forget the pasts,
Coz it doesn't end, it lasts.
The anger and sadness gets me surrounded,
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ePitaph
by Tyler Morello
Here lies self.wav,
Whose death ripples through domains.
Having fallen victim to bugs before
The antivirus firewall free trial ended.
Only the good ctrl/alt/delete young.
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Here lies self.jpeg,
An image edited many times over.
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Mirror
by Ceyx Kingfisher
Y’all come crying,
When I’m dying.
Y’all are squealing,
While I’m dealing.
Not this, not that,
No way, you say,
Just,
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The Song of Spirit
by Julianne StanleyThere's something disturbing in the air. An eery, deep quiet; a boring hole of dark empty. There's nothing as loud as silence. Grey matter makes holy shapes before swallowing us whole. The moon pulls tides inward to the secret world of ocean like the soul pulls the body. I drool into my cup of dreams and pour it into a flowing river of desire. You count the rings of my fingerprints like the rings of a tree stump, and you find I am a thousand years old. An endless spiral, an endless song. We kiss poison and call it praise, we call it worship. We deny our powers in humanness and call it sin. Trees die, still calling your name. Yet you cannot hear for you will not listen.
Continue readingstand in your own light
by Rikske Kessner
Stand in your own light—
even when the lamps go out.
Carry your silence like a lantern,
not as a burden,
but as a map.
The world will tell you
to wait for rescue,
to lean on borrowed fire.
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I Will Stay
by Jonathan Goff
I Will Stay
a blessing for the body I live in
I see you.
Not in passing—
not with pity
or with distance—
but eye to eye.
Tender and steady.
I bless the boy
who cried into silence,
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poke the moon, is yourself to sway
by atef ayadi
you stand, fist raised,
against the mountain’s face.
each strike an echo
that only you embrace.
you call it yoga.
i call it poking the moon.
so drop the hammer,
left or right.
let your hand
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Before I Do
by Aynia Moreaux
Memories wash over me,
seafoam retreating to reveal something deeper under the sand
I dig in my toes, feeling the cool water between the grains cushioning my feet
emotions rising up within me like the new tide
The waves crash, violently, thunderously
The flash of lightening a shock to the senses
The air is crisp, electric as the rain begins to pound down
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Untitled
by Aynia Moreaux
The smallest room can feel like a cavern
When you’re alone with your own fear and insecurities
As I sit on an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar sheets
And listen to the sound of an unfamiliar person
Am I changed forever now?
What is coming for me in the future?
Uninitiated, yet thrown into a world dominated by pain and self hate
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