//Hope is wearing
new shoes today//





(Read full poem in caption)

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I wished upon a star
I witnessed from afar
Creation of desire
A sweet slow burning fire. 

I stoked the flames awhile
Added some oil and bile
Till the blue turned to green 
Poured it on you, you screamed. 

Bottled your screams in haste
Lest they turn weak, go waste
This now I sell to men
Them who get off on pain.

To wish upon a star
Is no big deal at all
It's what you then can do
Stars always grant; it's you. 

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A LIE OTHERWISE
- a poem after a prompt ( see caption )
by Airplane Poetry Movement

The grass bristles ricocheting finger strokes,
pampered, like mother seeking refuge,
in the smiles mimicry of forgotten childhood emanates,
eyed closed, given in to the gut stretch fever
after retching and vomiting like a cartoon character.

One can't talk to grass otherwise.

(Full poem in the caption)

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🐬 is on the ceiling
or perhaps it's the logo
of a future company.
The faint light from the left
sifting through the openings
around the door,
acting like reasons that
people pretend for.

Why else would the shadow
of a fan expressed in the light
feel like a fighter ✈️,
or a logo,
or a 🐬

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I lie on my back not making a sound
Neither am I subdued nor am I bound
And yet here I lay as if shackled in chains
For it's the end now; I was long ago slain.

I lie on my back and the sky I unseeing see
I see the blank canvas with men on top of me
I don't feel anything anymore, I'm almost dead
I don't see now how I'm flowing red.

I lie on my back and let them take
Take what they want, bend and break
Me into dams and tributaries for their gain
I no longer feel joy or love or sorrow or pain.

I lie on my back and think of the others
My several dead sisters, the corpse of my brother
I know I'm going the same way as they
I know it's the end now; But still I must say

I lie on my back and feebly croak out a plea
"You know I serve you. You'll also die without me
And yet you ravage me. What for? Why?"
They hear this, they shrug and reply

"We know we're going to certain death
We kill you and soon we'll take our last breath
It might seem we don't care about our future
But what can we do, we can't alter human nature."

I lie on my back and let go of it all
I let my soul leave, I let humanity fall
No more of me, no clouds, no rain
For it's the end now; I was long ago slain.

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As I just stand there, wringing my hands
(I'm kidding I don't have hands to wring)
I'm suddenly transfixed.
You're not crying anymore.
Is that new resolve in your eyes?
Are your hands patting your own back
Your own arms comforting you?
And what! Did you just pull out a tissue
And dab your own eyes?!

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If I pick one, I cannot have another.
What if I'm wrong? What if I don't get any likes?
What a bother!
I'm paralyzed by indecision. My mother
Chimes in, with some long lost tale of how
She would walk 10 miles to school with her little brother
And here I am, worried about filters.

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