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nalasz
M/Hungary
It is but another gray day The sky is gray just like any other day Nothing to do Nothing to see but the gray clouds Boredom eats away at ones mental Waiting for the week to start Work is at least something to occupy the mind
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Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 4:15 AM UTC
Gray days
Learning new things is hard, You can only keep doing it once you are deep into it picking up a new hobby isn't something everyone can do easily it requires dedication, which i do not have anymore. I lost the will to learn new things sitting here with the things i already know, wondering "Would it even be worth to learn anything new" i don't know a lot, but it feels like enough, while it might not be. Why is it that my mind drifts off to weird places instead of learning something new?
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
Learning
A game is not about winning, nor losing. It's about improving. It of course feels good to win, and bad to lose, but if you remember that you improve each game, you will feel better, even if you lose.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
A game
Which one is better? Winning or losing? I say, if you win, you are good, you feel good. If you lose, you need to improve more. Either way, You may or may not improve. It's about what you do. Play or just stand there not doing anything.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Winning or Losing?
Eyes clenched to the darkness, Could you see me? I saw you through the river of tears, Emotions called your name But did you hear me? I didn’t hear you. I apologized under every sun and moon. I saw the fear. Did you see the reflection? I can feel it vibrate through your skin. Scared of nothing, Only everything. I’m scared for you And me, Selfish aren’t I. Clenching your hand in the Sahara Of the hospital room where it was A mirage until it faded, Where did you go? I’m sorry you had to leave. Sorry that I held the door, You never shut it on me. Sorry we couldn’t fish. Are you fishing now? Beside the river you spoke about? Did you know that within your last Breath we all drowned in the Heartbeat of your existence.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
S.T
You're not allowed to cross my mind, I keep that door locked. My heart is bolted down like a ship in the storm. No sailors with ears full of wax, to the mast I am not bound. I cannot allow it... you're not allowed to cross my mind.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
Bolted Down
Nightmares hurt. The emotional pain, and the physical pain. I can't count how many times I've woken up to be haunted by my own mind and what I think of. I can't even imagine the times I've woken up with a headache, a heartache, or both. I can't begin to reason why my mind has such a vivid perception of what a gunshot feels like. Or what drowning would be like. But I've dreamed them so many times, It feels like I've lived them. And please don't think for a second that's every night. There are the good dreams too. The happy ones where everything is alright. But those hurt way more. Because when I wake up, I can feel them being torn away by Morning.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Dreams
This is just a poem that is about nothing nothing can't be anything but nothing. If nothing would be something It wouldn't have a meaning. So nothing will be nothing forever. Except when women say "it's nothing" because then, it's something really important.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Nothing
I used to love sleeping. But I dreamed about losing you. losing you. lose you. l.o.s.e. So, I stopped sleeping. I soon hid the blankets the sheets the pillows I told you about my dream. You laughed I told my friends about my dream. They laughed, too. Now, I used to love laughing. But I can’t laugh if I’ll lose you. So, I married you. I soon prepared the blankets the sheets the pillows And sleep by your side. Now, I can sleep.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
I used to love sleeping
It flies amongst the stars. Flashes for a moment. Despite the left scars. Holds a place close, yet far. It carries the fallen. From mistaken paths. To reaches impossible. And develops new plans. It creates new countries. Raises dead soldiers. Stamps unsung heroes. With a feeling of free. Hear its silent sound. Open up your eyes. Place it in your heart. Elevate from the ground. It helps us climb. Better than rope. Do you see its shape? It is hope.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
its sHaPE 4 yOu