Poetry Corner – Carousel

Carousel

I’m tired of going in circles

like an unending carousel ride

that won’t let me off

A perpetual motion machine

powered by some hellish demon

manipulating the controls

Stuck in its eternal grip

Though I am unable to move

the carousel continues its rounds

If you don't mind

I'd like to get off now

Poetry Corner – Confidence

Confidence

I have no confidence.

I’m gonna accomplish something!

I have no confidence.

Today will be different!

I have no confidence.

I can accomplish anything!

I have no confidence.

I am useless.

I have no confidence.

I am amazing!

I have no confidence.

I am confident.

I don't have what it takes.

I have no confidence.I’m gonna accomplish something!

I have no confidence.

Today will be different!

Poetry Corner – Hat

Hat

I always wear a hat

cause you don’t wanna see my hair

Plus my dad always wore hats

and I am my dad

It also acts as a disguise

so I can hide in plain sight

even from those who know me

from you

What am I trying to hide?

I don’t want you to see

what I really look like

I’ll keep my hat on, thank you

Poetry Corner – My Tattoos

My Tattoos

These are my tattoos

They have become as much a part of me as my limbs or veins
A juxtaposition to break up the monotony of my skin
Triggering a memory, a time and place
A souvenir of the past

A tattoo broadcasts one's personality even before words are spoken
A conversation piece, a window into their soul
To know their dreams and desires
A map of where they've been and what they've done

They are decorative scars, self-inflicted wounds
to destroy something pure, a sign of innocence lost
A way to rebel against society
A way of rebelling against ourselves

Each one is a work of art
For you to appreciate and critique, to love or hate
The body an easel, a once blank canvas
My blood the ink, the needle guided the hand of God

These are my tattoos

Can I see yours?


Tattoo artist: Eymard Trejo IG: @eymardtrejo

Poetry Corner – Vessel

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Vessel


My whole body's out of whack


No longer a comfortable and safe vessel


I'm ready to abandon ship


"Man overboard!”


But where can I seek refuge?


A hermit crab finds a new shell


While I am condemned to this body


Till my soul escapes

Poetry Corner – Blackhole

Blackhole
A collection of short poems inspired by The Universe

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Blackhole

Trapped inside a blackhole

All time has stopped

Yet somehow it keeps moving forward without me

Leaving only a memory

far in the past


Space

I feel nothing

Only a void inside

Empty, vacuous space

My heart the dying remnants

of a once bright star


Time

Time is measured by centuries

We only live a single second

Like the tick of a clock

A grain of sand

Falling through an hourglass