Poetry

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// bumblebee//honeybee//honey//sweet as nectar//you are beautiful//in every way//

Each stanza is its own word. The first letter of each line is a different letter of the word. It is an acrostic poem.

Lots of different words

Accisamus:

an ironic rhetorical device, in which one feigns indifference, or makes a pretense of refusing something one desires.

We all fall.

Sometimes fast, sometimes blind-

The wind roaring past pieces of our mind.

The world tilts, and gravity wins,

But the story doesn't end where it begins. 

I come here to

express myself

semi-anonymously,

but freely

and happily.

My laptop is

bombarded with

tabs, one of which

is YWP.

Always.

I may not

write a poem

Throwing stones in glass houses

Makes cracks that can be removed

Taken down and restored

But that does not mean there was no damage to begin with.

we shall overcome,

we shall overcome,

we shall overcome one day 

and as the crowd sings

with the exception of a few dogs and a unicorn, 

You matter.

Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.

In a rain drop sort of way.

The rain drops don’t need to be there

Not all of them

For it to be raining.

you’re my over the rainbow / my in between months / tea and honey / from the sweetest flowers / the colors of your eyes and cerulean braces / thank you for being mine (again) / so please hold on / and don’t let me leave / again / i love you /

20,000 leagues above mankind sits an ivory tower

A tower with men and women who hold all the cards

A tower so strong not even a missile barrage could crumble it

/ i am running / and for once / i am not

dragging you with me / i am glad / and clearly /

you are not to blame /