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  Jul 27 MoDavid
Donall Dempsey

You’re just a little bitty dog
with a great big old bone.

Can’t take it with you
...can’t leave it alone.

The moon is ticking backwards
the clock don’t know why

stars are just tears
that the night has to cry.

The neon dances in the puddles in the streets...
...heartbreak echoes in the empty passing feet.

You think your life’s a musical
but it’s more Film Noir.

You look at a map that says
but you don’t know where you are.

The sun came in the window -
- your love walked out the door.

I always adored Country & Western
but had never lived it before.

You’re just a little bitty dog
with a great big old bone.

Can’t take it with you...

...leave it alone!
MoDavid Jul 27
What is there to write, when inspiration has seized?
When the words that I utter sound like dull clichés,
As I paint with monotonous black and white shades?
I seek meaning from the ashes of a dead flame.

When it seems that melancholy favors me, and
Spirits of joy neglect my soul, left to live in grave
Solitude, whilst I see others possessed of joy,
Inebriated through the potent power of love.

That the tree I tend now a fruitless wicked snag
And with the path I take now comes its deathly end
Be the reason of such remorse and dejection,
This I abhor, with powerful opposition.
An even older poem... sheesh i was 13 :|
Mar 14 2018
MoDavid Jul 27
I have died a thousand times, yet lived a million more
Swept in the natural flow of whispers through the night,
Evolving ever so slightly through the passage of time.
The mind’s colorful fruit slowly fixing my frayed fibers.

I am immortal, yet nevertheless dynamic, but still unchanging.
I may fall with the leaves of autumn, only to return the next year,
To haunt the minds of peoples beyond, and coat their lips
A golden hue. Shall I tarry any longer in pen and paper?
A little cringey imo... it's an oldddd poem

Oct 14 2018
  Jul 25 MoDavid
Don’t worry, it’s okay
To hit the pause button
Whenever it’s too much

You can’t hit replay
You can’t fast forward
But you can take a break

Then you hit play again
When you’re ready
When you’re better

So you can fix what
You wished to replay
So you can live on
And move forward
It’s okay to rest sometimes when it all gets a little too much
MoDavid Jul 24
i looked at the mirror, but i still could not see
what many have pointed out time and again…
i looked once more but not a change;
‘twas just me, a self looking struck as it happened he could not see--

i looked at the mirror, but i still could not see
why men and women have said good things…
i looked once more but not a change;
‘twas just me with ruffled hair and eyes still too blind to see--

i looked at the mirror, but still could not see
why many have envied my name…
I looked once more but not a change;
‘twas just me with--OH wAIT! i see it now… and it's as cLEAR as it can bE!
July 10, 2020

crammed din 'to pre ahaha
  Jul 22 MoDavid
Carlo C Gomez
Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense,
I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.
MoDavid Jul 19
16? I didn't think I'd get this far--
Some would like to say it's a privilege,
but really, isn't age just a number?

Nothing changes much in a day;
What we've really done is given me a new name--
a new title, signifying new obligations and new challenges.
Nothing else should be different.

But at times what a man calls himself
becomes what defines him... age is but a number,
sure, yet it represents the experience one gains
in passing through this pilgrimage: a long 'n windin' road.

It's much too early to say goodbye...
Yet again "life begins at 21..." so I haven't actually started.
Where I am I don't really know,
but certainly time will tell me where I'm headed soon.

Maybe I'd finally watch all those R-rated movies
(at least those I haven't already watched).
finally 16!
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