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Hunter hunt Nov 2017
Happy with a twist
whatever you make it
Sometimes there's just
a grey happy
When you try to be happy
put other people up
when inside your down
sinking lower
the more you help others be happy
sometimes we all feel this way
its a part of life
and when its happening
instead of helping others
take time
and help yourself
Hunter hunt Nov 2017
People read my poems.
People sometimes like my poems.
People sometimes tell me they can relate.
People sometimes put my poems on there page.
But no matter what i write.
People never say.
I like your poems.
Hunter hunt Nov 2017
Emoticons don't describe
what my life was
the terror and destruction
in my soul
is not right
for my life...
I just wrote until i couldn't write anymore
  Oct 2017 Hunter hunt
Lior Gavra
Strange place, strange ways, each stay away!
Then why are there two roads to take?

The maps and paths, and followed tracks.
And Google, Waze, we trust their facts.
Turn left, turn right we let it steer.
To miss a turn, we start to fear.

Across to tolls, collect control.
Like little soldiers, do as told.
Planned flights and crowds, comfort in traps.
Are we confined in our skin wraps?

Some lost, pretend to just be found.
Some found, act lost, pretty profound.
To take that step, the unprotected.
To turn towards, the unexpected.
A wasteful plan, we must forget it.
Insane repeat, and do we test it?

Misdirection, to find us love.
Misdirection, to find us trends.
Misdirection, finds ideas.
Misdirection, to find us friends.
Misdirection to free in stress.
Misdirection leaves no regrets.

Let one misdirection find you.
Let one misdirection guide you.
Let one misdirection define
And be the reason, you are you.
Hunter hunt Oct 2017
Most people only look at the front page
they think this is the best
but they are wrong if they looked
they could find more
than a lore
most of the time the best poems
are the ones behind the front page
the shimmering ones that are covered in dust
the invisible ones.
Hunter hunt Feb 2017
I woke up with a shake
I couldn't think
I was buried in ash
I smelled smoke
I couldn't move
I was drowning
And then
I woke up
it was just a dream
but I still smelled smoke..
Hunter hunt Feb 2017
At home I'm alone
In life its a lie
I have a shadow
but it taunts me
it laughs and punches me
but when I go to my bedside
in the dark I cant see it
I think its gone
like a shadow
but the next morning
it waits to start the day
and torture me some more
Its the tormentor and I'm its prey.
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