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You took a blade
And you stabbed my back, heart and my brain
Made me so confused and hurt
Now bad feelings always lurk
Especially when something reminds me of you
The problem is
I've known you forever
So everything reminds me of you

The worst part
Is that you're too blind to see any of it
I never got a single apology
And I know if one day that you ruined for me
Would be on repeat until you got it right
You'd be stuck forever
You don't see your problems
Those problems are a big part of me now
So I guess
You don't see me
Do you?
Not at all
Thoughts branched out, kind of got messy, sorry

(About my dad btw)
I live on the boat that smiles
It sails on the waves that laugh
The sun shines down from the sulking clouds
The water glitters with the distant past
Another dream
The story that you tell yourself,
is nothing more than a spell...
Spells can be broken.
The real you awaits,
the evolution of your soul.
Like a caterpillar the ego
must go.
Traveler
Days I am unable to look inside
Something pulls me out
I want to go inside to talk to me
To check what wrong is going on

To regulate the scattered thoughts

To streamline pile up work
But something pulls me out

Shows me the fear of work will get left out
I come out to complete the unending work of this world

Neither work get complete
nor I get the inner peace.

This cycle goes on
I sometime call HIM to break this circle
And pull me to embrace
Embrace me as I am
I am, but a shell of a man.
Helen, said “it”.
But I rise up.
In the morning.
Put my pants on.
Just like at least one other person.
Then I rule my roost.
Tame my monkey.
And go to the zoo.

My job
way down under....i wanted to call this ********. but thought better of it
I could almost look normal
If every 5-20 minutes
I go to the bathroom to
Cry
Breathe
And take a break
It's really helpful
Pretty girls get listened to
Fat old ladies are ignored

A lovely face will unlock doors
A homely face will find them closed

A shapely figure’s always noticed
A shapeless one’s invisible.

This is the way society works
Not even pretending to be fair

How do I know about these rules
I have lived by them - Three out of six.
ljm
A revision from an old piece
There’re so many sad love poems around here.
If you guys need help negotiating love’s slippery *****,
let me offer you, your own, romantic horoscope!:

Don’t court romantic disaster
don’t mistake a lightbulb for the moon
Titanic wasn't a rom com

and a sad update:
Grand romantic gestures don’t happen anymore,
you're lucky to get a vibration in our pocket with a "sorry" text


I know what you're thinking though, “We didn’t know the moon was useless until we landed on it,” but once you’ve ‘landed’ on a guy (or girl), once or twice, it’s too late—you’re likely ‘in it.’

Big picture-wise, I think we all have Shakespeare to thank for unrealistic, romantic storylines. Romeo & Juliet are the perfect example—they meet, fall in love and marry the very next day.

In Shakespeare’s defense though, love in his world-building was always messy and imperfect, and there were few "happily ever after" narratives. (The exception being Beatrice and Benedick, in ‘Much Ado About Nothing’).

In a side note, my weekly horoscope (Libra) for the Thanksgiving holiday reads:
You’ve become so self-centered, It’s all about you. What about your family? Before you go emo and angry, change your perspective—own it—strive to improve relationships.
Sarsh (so harsh), in this writer’s opinion.
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(Songs for this):
Love Is In Town by Brenda Boykin
Do You Even Know? by Rae Morris
Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 11/23/24:
Negotiate = "to navigate around, or over successfully."
alone, in your laboratory.....
your egor lurks.
It lurches.
And searches.
And goes back to sleep.
And awaits its next chance.
Because now,
you are ok
it's a small world
one that we torture
one that we ******
one that we ruin

it's a small world
one that we contaminate
one that we pollute
one that we steal from

it's a small world
one that we never give back to
because now,
it is too late
sorry, earth
another poem about earth, just like my fist one :D
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