No. Oneish

Do not believe yourself in love,

Know it. Remember the taste of such truth

Wet against your tongue, sweetest fire through your veins,

Breathing whispered passions,

Hands grasping hips, teeth grazing skin;

The consumption of another soul, body and mind:

Let it envelop you, but-

-please, be kind about your recollections;

Public nudity is illegal.

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No. Twoish

The art of wanting to and never committing is-

-boring, common, and ridden with millions.

What a world we’d live in, were the population less-

-the murders and marriages, the unadulterated squalor;

They’d be a hundredfold; society would collapse.

Thank the superego there’s so many cowards;

My siblings in spirit.

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No. Threeish

I could rhyme each word, every one absurd,

Licking and kicking and assiduously drinking myself down-

-nonsensically.

But that is not I, who loves the dis-

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-jointed feeling of reading broken people.

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No. Fourish

Examination of the self.

It sounds seemly and good,

And then you realize:

‘I should not have done that-’

‘-way back when, at four or fourteen,’

And you cringe,

But you continue until there’s too much,

And you realize-

-hopefully, at least:

I am better than I was.

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No. Fiveish

Fat can be an unkind friend.

It might keep us warm

Loving humans whose laughter is like spring.

It might make us small

Wilting flowers who’ve never known the touch of sunlight-

-that thing named self-esteem.

Either way, I prefer to think of it as colour;

A part of being that can never decide one’s worth.

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No. Sixish

Singular excellence in any field;

A feat worthy of admiration;

Experts, how inspiring;

Stars, how bright;

Idols, how worthy;

Leaders, how alike.

They are ultimately human, no more or less-

-the same as you,

Who should drink a glass of water.

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No. Sevenish

That’s the sum of things: the blankness of this page: around each word. The electronic hum in our pockets and hands. Whether this is serious or not, who is to say? Certainly not I: alive and well enough to sigh: “Enough.”

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No. Eightish

Slay the dragon;

The unkindness of the heart,

That whispers in the late of night,

Of all your dreams gone dark.

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No. Nineish

Happiness might be fleeting, vague or-

-rather expensive. But

It must be worth attaining. Otherwise,

Far fewer would seek it, dream it, and-

-lay down their lives for a chance at such:

Feeling like the world is kind.

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No. Tenish

The nobility of humanity:

Gentle hands, strong defenders,

Shouted love, courageous friends,

Righteous words, greater actions,

Truth as power, made amends.

Our biology is beautiful.