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Berghahn will have titles on display and some free journal samples at the Association for German Studies in Great Britain and Ireland Conference in Limerick, Ireland from the 2nd-4th September. We hope to see you there!

Browse German Studies Titles Here.

[thepoetrybank]

Blank Paper

unfinished works and deadlines fast approaching

letters that don't spell properly

inspiration as elusive as keys to cars

when running late on an important day

an inability to project thought

memories of the ease past

taunting like children's tongues

dangling out of mouths.

Words no longer legible under the wrath

of a dark blue pen

and a frustrated poet

[sugar-for-bitter-books]

Masquerade

A baby, not even a moment old Its story is unwritten, clean, untold Grows into a child, encouraged to fulfill his dreams Just be sure to fit within society’s scheme Be who you want—No, not like that. Dress how you want—No, not like that Love whomever you want—Well…except for him Every step is like walking out onto rotting limbs Waiting to misstep and crash to the ground Waiting to plummet into the water and drown Waiting to cross a line you didn’t know existed Waiting to break a rule you didn’t know was listed I guess that means I’ve fallen into the water Tried to be a son when I was expected to be a daughter Disgusted those that loved me by being myself A cracked, porcelain doll, too broken to display on the shelf Why does my short hair offend you? God! How I wish I knew How I wish I could understand Why my identity gets me spiritually damned Oh! Did I forget to mention? Apparently, I’m doing this all for attention. Tranny. He-she. It. It’s hard to be happy from the bottom of a pit Hard to see the light when ridicule covers the sun Hard to keep going when you just want it to be done How do I make this end? How do I stop losing my friends? I know! I’ll pretend to be like everyone else I’ll wear a mask and I’ll hide myself I’ll follow the rules and conform Maybe then I can escape everyone’s scorn I’ll sit up straight and tall I’ll stay quiet and keep my voice small I’ll walk with beauty and with grace Wear the dresses adorn with lace I’ll cross my legs neatly when I sit in a chair I’ll plaster on make-up and grow out my hair I’ll do this and I’ll be that And when others knock me down, I won’t fight back I’ll let society’s expectations paint me with its brush Even if it means my soul is crushed Even if it means my insides go numb Even if it means my heartstrings cease to strum After all, I just want love—just want a smile Just want to be embraced every once in a while So I’ll show society what it wants So I won’t have to handle the pain or handle the taunts I’ll be a good girl instead of a sinful boy Fabricate a smile and fabricate some joy But at least you’ll be satisfied At least you won’t treat me as if I had died This way is better. This way works. Except it doesn’t. This way hurts. I’ve lost myself—my identity I’m only an extension of what this mask says I can be That’s no way to live. That’s a way to die. And I’m beginning to realize I value my life. You want me to believe if I remove the mask, I’ll be back to where I started. Sad. Alone. Broken-hearted. You want me to believe that I will be weak and somber. But while you focused on this mask, the person behind it has grown stronger. Strong enough to stand alone Strong enough to mend my “disgraceful” bones Strong enough to not care what you think Strong enough to swim in your hate and not sink No longer can you manipulate me From your deceptive snare I am finally free No longer can you rip me apart piece by piece I’ve broken the chain to your oppressive leash No longer am I afraid. I won’t be attending your masquerade. —Rhyker Dye 2015

[thepoetrybank]

The Problem With Being

a lesbian is the 4th of July parties are awkward.

Her hands rest on your knee. You both wore

skirts and hers was striped blue.

Your eyes dart to your parents, oblivious fools.

She takes your hand, and you list the most

mischievous things: Cheshire cat, Bugs Bunny,

Red Riding Hood's wolf, and you put her

at the top.

The closet is dark and warm and ironic,

but her mouth tastes sweet and her body

is asking you a question. Your clothes

no longer exist. You hear loud booms in time

with soft gasps. You know you've been gone

too long, and you dress too quickly.

All you can hope is that no one notice the striped blue skirt

encircling your hips

[thepoetrybank]

Once

we dreamed of cloud cotton bunnies and fairy lands when home was not. The trees were gold and grew fruits of nonexistence, but you forgot.

[thepoetrybank]

This blog is

All about poetry. I am accepting submissions and will post some famous poems and stuff about poems. History of poems. Poem terms. ALL THE THINGS. Please send me poetry.