Millenial poetry

PH|24 If and when the world does not meet your expectations, pick up a pen and paper and create your own.”" - Carlos Salinas current poetry series : 25 previous series: love

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wine

i don't think sour tasted so good, or the acrid bitter felt so much better

when in exchange i felt the teeny tiny high that felt like me on christmas morning, when i was 5.

when you lose all wonder and turn gray too soon,

the red stuff tastes like manna, bringing you back to childhood

-tdp , for 25

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footnotes on the great love story

i don't think any of the poems, the movies and the books every gave us a chance as young ones.

never gave us the tail end after saying "happily ever after" or when the credits roll.

at the end of the heartbreak when the camera pans out or when the family comes to the door from their sparkling colonial homes,

he doesn't show the silent director of life in reality.

where your happily ever afters are weeks and days on end,

of making sure you cooked and cleaned and made each other a human being.

when the toilet seat should be down, when the money should be be spent.

days on end of mundane, that you chose.

the movie would have been boring, the book too long

but you pick the pearls of the mundane because you chose this anyway.

and as the sparks start to falter, and the leaves settle. it's where your story actually begins to matter.

- tdp for 25

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mornings change now.

i used to cross over my sheets over my head in high school hoping the dread of being judged went away

in college i ignored the mountains of work when i heard the alarm clock boom in my tiny dorm room.

now, i cover and drown myself in the mornings with caffeine hoping for a reason to live, and the energy to do so

-tdp, for 25.

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self respect

i found you and i though i could leave you

but i remain instead.

tied to the lies which i willingly chose to see

but believe anyway.

i don't think irony is this sweet,

nor is killing my self-respect,

a drug i continue to chase until now.

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red sea

little one, the nymph of the Earth

born from the breast of life's little nests.

walking in a place where greens grow but thorns hid ,

in forest clear nights where the moon shines

but scares the wits of those who thread in the moonless night.

She stumbles in a place where many long know

deep and dark, rich and cool

it's one of life's many ironies, where its rust hues

are cooler to the soul than she would ever know.

And there she bathed and swam , even drank

the coolest colors her soul has ever known

from every small cut from traveling the little forest

cooling like the balm long sought from travels known.

it's a stunning river, hypnotic even, and she never left.

but the tides can rise to swallow up those who dare

to seek the red sea as their home.

they'll murmur in sadness as she struggles to swim

what once felt home and cool to the skin

is only as good as it calms who you have been

but the red sea seeps into your soul

if you continue to sink and swim in.

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flat lay

at this point im just dumping my heart out again

to flat lay and posterize for art accepted by souls 

who could possibly look in and realize while they’re picking it apart

i gather hearts not love. 

- im back. 

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moments

it feels like sugar

like a drug

when something you want so much

is only a taste

only a moment.

how human can it be to want things

to be moments forever

how addictive could it be

to be forever yet fleeting

to feel complete and overwhelmed

lost in a cycle of intensities

making your heart leap.

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a cycle.

catch up and breathe again

run run run

skip, startle, walk. 

dart, faster, longer harder.

breathe breathe breathe

sweaty and dizzy and determined

fast but not quite

almost strong but not perfect.

catch up and breathe again

run run run

skip startle walk.

dart faster longer harder

breathe breathe breathe.

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heavier

if you could just leave pain behind like unwanted baggage

stripped away from you and breathe easy.

will the weight of your soul, and the heavy of your heart

in its wisdom be the same.

Pain makes you fly higher as you get heavier

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selfless

its so stunningly human to want others to feel us

to understand us and validate us. 

so blindingly aware of our own humanity

but not pay mind to another’s

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cathartic

i feel like there is something so poetic about the catharsis

of obtaining the person your heart dreamt, sung, hung on for.

The muse of your songs, the beautiful sun in your poems. 

The face you see when the your dreams felt paradise.

cathartic to find the one you longed for.

is as human, as bruised as broken as you were

when all you had were dreams of them.

and now theyre here too.

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9/16/20: A woman

a smart woman just says dont. not. supposed to

droppping them around as glinting beams of her control. 

adult lingo for her firm clear head. of fighting cramps, hormones

emotions. and the condescending look from the men who smirk

when she falters to small feminine cliches.

You’re not supposed to fall for him

you don’t choose the one who makes you happy

you choose whats best. you choose harmony. 

you don’t shirk, you don’t step down.

you dont fear, you dont belittle.

you’re supposed to know how to navigate a man’s world

because its a path he’s set. and a woman’s grasp of the way

should be as firm and in form as that of his. 

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i thought i knew what love looked like

when he decided to smile at me and open the door

welcoming us unknowingly to something so new

so hurtful, so true.

looking back maybe that door was just another way

of fate sealing a destiny i didnt know i had

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things that are beautiful feel like the sun

warm, glistening.

it stuns you as it captures your attention

but it also burns when you look at for too long

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9/13/20 : Before you go

Make sure you see things the way they were

smoothen the curtains

dry the ink

close the drawers

Leave as if you were never there

and keep it neat for the next man who will come.

Look back and retrace your steps

fiddle last with the well worn cushions

where you’ve left your imprints

you may not take them with you 

but remember the memories you have made

on them. 

Know that this is not your home anymore,

but you are always welcome to come back in

if not just to smell the familiar air

of what was once your present.

-tdp

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closure

this is the last time i will write about you

as i close the book of feelings i longed to ignore

the start that never happened, the spark that never ignited

in the silence of only where it exists, i will let it die

because it lives in me, and now i will say goodbye

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hopeful snippet

ill wake up to the songs of tomorrow

looking around for hope in the bright sunrise

I wanna step into the day fresh and ready

A little dark from yesterday, but forward, i go.

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