Self Poems
the river sticks
by Grace McDonough
Eternal nothing would be a gift
Why do i spend this time fearing it
It could be a welcomed feeling
I’d let it in
And brush its cheek
Let it enter me--
Bear it.
The river will guide me down
To the hell
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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.
*file type not supported*
Here lies self.jpeg,
An image edited many times over.
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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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Those eyes
by Sumit Maurya
Oh! beloved Lord found me again,
Drunk intoxicated, found me in the crowded market
I avoided and hide myself,
But that saw me; that drunk's eyes
I fled from the bar
To be found once again!
Why am I escaping?
Nobody can escape from that!
Why am I hiding, when I was found 100 times back.
I wonder! How can I be found in the brimming city?
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The Imposter Haiku
by Aynia Moreaux
My mind is outside
looking inwards to observe
fighting with myself
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,
......
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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The Imposter Haiku
by Aynia Moreaux
My mind is outside
looking inwards to observe
fighting with myself
