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 Nov 2018 Waffles
Edmund black
The truth
        Is
Love doesn’t
  Recognize
All the artificial
Man made restriction
    We try to place
           On it

       It simply
flows between
    Souls and overwhelm
The hardest hearts

     Love is power
            Love
          Is peace
Kindly choose love
 Nov 2018 Waffles
Eryri
The one that winks,
The one in hysterics,
The beer,
The wine,
The OK sign.

The shocked one,
The facepalm one,
The angel baby,
The thumbs up,
And the one throwing up.

Life can't be bad:
My frequent emojis aren't sad.
 Nov 2018 Waffles
Arke
Gone
 Nov 2018 Waffles
Arke
I'd rather lose you
than the argument
 Nov 2018 Waffles
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 Aug 2018 Waffles
Dennis
Questions
 Aug 2018 Waffles
Dennis
On the thread of thought
one encounters many knots.
How to undo a knot?
You take perspectives,
look from left, from right,
above, below.
You think and think and think,
fiddle, fiddle, fiddle.
Yet no answer comes to mind.

The next step; you ask a friend:
This knot I have, what is the answer?
They think and think and think,
might even give an answer.
Does the knot get disentangled?
For the greatest knots this does not work,
no matter how many answers you will gather,
the knot remains.

But then there might come along a man,
who will give you peace of mind.
A sage who thought and thought and thought
for years and years and years,
and they will say:
This is a knot indeed.
And thus you look at your thread of thought again,
the knot’s still there.
But you feel the thread
and it feels smooth.
 Aug 2018 Waffles
Maria Etre
Time you *******
you robbed me
from my youth
and sped
too fast through my todays
-
my now is too short
my past is too blurry
my future.. too ..
now...
-
 Jul 2018 Waffles
Petrichor
Flowers
have done nothing wrong,

yet we rip them
from their roots

and give them to people
who don't love us.
Dear little flower
 Jul 2018 Waffles
stargazer
You
 Jul 2018 Waffles
stargazer
You
You are not a possession
You cannot be controlled
You are fiery passion
Taking hold
The desire for satisfaction

You are not being acted upon
You are changing everything
There is no limit drawn
That prevents you from thriving
You are a breaking dawn
Possibilities endless, you can be anything

And yet
 Jul 2018 Waffles
River
This is a poem for the ones who go unseen,
the ones who go unnoticed,
Who go through their life in a quiet reverie
Though they are of few words
There entire life is a dream
They don't get an influx of likes on social media,
No one is begging them for dates
They just do what they need to do,
While blending nicely into the background
Their minds are loud
But there lips refuse to make a sound

This is for the ones
Who think they don't belong
No one can see their pain
Because no one looks close enough these days
We're a surface level generation
Praising fool's gold
We fill our mind's with aggravation
And our lives are either extremes
of mania or stagnation
But then there are the unseen
Still reveling in all the simple things
They are the unobtrusive rebels of society,
The true rebels really
For they don't rebel on Instagram
They rebel, unwittingly,
For everything they do
Is in opposition to popular culture

I write this
To remind you all
To not overlook the underdog,
For they are the most riveting of people
Though they don't build a personal brand and a steeple
To advertise their life
They are the most genuine folk
Without a lick of pride

I haven't always been so cognizant
of the underdog's pain
I connect with them the most, of course
Because they really listen to me, and make room for my authenticity
But at times I've chosen to be vain
Ditching the underdog for the "cooler" crowd,
And all for social gain
And yet, surrounded by people with whom I do not have a sense of belonging
Loneliness echoes in my heart,
And it amplifies when I'm trying to fit in
It leads to deafening silence
And in the dead of night, hours of crying

But you don't need to be born an underdog
To change this social conditioning
For our whole lives our culture has programmed us to be on a mission,
To be better, more efficient
So we can gain success, so we can have superficial love
We're not merely automaton's with minds
We're sentient beings, with hearts that need to love
And *we're alive
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