Surely your turning

of things upside down

is not but the potter’s clay.

You’ve done it with every

damn thing in this world

from the start till the present day.

 

I guess it’s impressive,

that which you’ve done -

blinding the world with your sham.

Making it look like you care for us all,

but the truth is you don’t give a damn.

 

Like the snakes that you ...

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I hang around professionals,

Who scheme the future and invent;

No room for some, it seems.

But you? You’ll be all right.

 

Over sandwiches and backstabs,

They design unbreakable walls,

Where unemployed husbands

Practise their penalties.

 

The old certainties – confetti,

The rush of blood – have vanished.

A slap does the job now;

Pride flutters in a flag.

 

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The punishment of being average

Working hard to be insignificant

To be unimpressionable

Forgettable

Not memorable

Categorically credible

Always the candidate

Never the chosen

Always the nominee

Never the number one

Exceptionally unexceptional

“Good”, yes, hum-drum

 

A feeling unrecognisable to heroes

Even unknown to villains

With separate woes,

Those...

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do you see your reflection in a golden frame

untouched by the rust of the storm you created?

can you see it gathering dust as you avoid blame?

too scared to get your fingers dirty, you let your outline fade

unknown where the background ends and humanity enters

i can no longer recognize your face and its features

am i squinting hard enough for you?

do i need a microscope to not...

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which will break?

first my soul, then my voice

i wait outside the door and hear laughter

the good kind, this time

for a second, i see my reflection

in all of them standing together

until i remind myself not to be too hopeful

i meet all of them, wishing to be in their frames

but there’s been a change of plans, they say

CRAACK.

first my soul, then my voice

it’s just...

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“butterflies can’t see their own wings”

my wings were unique, folded and geometric

i felt proud, never hid them like a secret

i was called brave

              ↳”i’d want to die if i were you”

i pulled my antennas over my eyes

i naively accepted compliments at face value (i belonged)

when it came time to fly, i could only flutter

that’s all my wings could do (i was okay with...

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No banners wave, no boots in line, No marching columns lock in time. Yet something shifts, a silent crack, The ground gives way—we can't turn back. He rules not as the past has shown, No iron grip, no brutal throne. But whims unleashed, all rules declined, A lawless world, a fractured mind. The courts still stand, their robes still flow, Yet power twists, the cracks still grow. A w...

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I’m staring out of the coffee shop window

In a strange land

 

A pang in my stomach

Why didn’t I take anyone with me

 

No one to meet

From when I was 18

Right through to my 30’s and beyond

Until 40’s 50’s I had a new one

But he withered and died

 

Why didn’t I take them with me

I feel a pang inside

 

But each carried me

To where I am now…

 

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Sitting on the train,

Neat houses flash by.

But life is not neat,

Though houses may be.

 

Behind those neat walls

Lurk furious hearts,

Unleashed as soon as

The train disappears.

 

These airtight dramas

Lie far from our minds.

We keep our heads down.

Our neat lives go on.

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I believed, because we believe all the time.
We believe in the structures around us,
in what we were taught, in the promises made to us.
I believed in what was given to me as certain,
in love that is, at the same time, a bond and a prison.

But time, that relentless teacher,
showed me that truth is plural,
that certainties fade away,
that the world is complex,
and that true freedom comes...

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This poem is about a society increasingly divided, where accusations fly and truth seems lost. It speaks to the urgency of listening instead of blaming, understanding instead of judging, and choosing hope over fear. In a world where opinions are quickly voiced and emotions run high, the poem urges a shift in perspective—one that values connection, love, and the strength to find hope, even in diffi...

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