Middle Class Empire

Boxed up dream
     wishes in a packet
     production-line style

Shoved into a box
     by those hollow eyes
     that can't afford to dream

Wrapped with cellophane
     with those little pink polystyrene puffs
     for only nine-ninety-nine
   
At a convenience store near you
     call now
     while stocks last

Be the envy of your friends
     this season's dream
     a middle class must-have

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Naked Soul

I had not forgotten your hungry stare
Your every move that laid my soul to bare
In those cold nights looking at me
Carving flesh from my bone with your cruelty
I had not forgotten, I had not, nor
Relinquished myself to your so-called plot
I am not the expectation of your goal

I am not stock in your trade of the soul

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Under the category of "to bare all". Poem featured in Poetry Potion. Please go have a look at http://poetrypotion.com/poem-of-the-day-naked-soul-by-charl-landsberg/

Egg

I am broken on you
Eggshell cracked on your heart
With my soul pouring out
My juices sweet and tart

The rest abandoned there
On the floor by my bed
My hips, lips, toes, and skin
Fingers, shoulders, and head

While I'm mixed into you
Baked hotly in your arms
My mind dumb at your touch
Enchanted by your charms

To wake up when you leave
To grieve the closing door
When I must pick things up
And be that egg once more

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Countenance

A friend remarked
On what I had thought
I had kept well hidden
All these years

He said that
I wore my past
Upon my face
So evidently

As to make me frightful
When I was angry
And dreadful
When I was sad

He asked whether I suffer
And I said no
But it lingers in the mind
From day to day

He asked me if I regret it
And I said
I would not exchange my lot
For any other

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