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 Aug 2016
anu
Just feels being mingled
     In busy world
     But still i hold
       poetry world
      To fold

   All my happiness
    And sadness
      As crazy words!!
Miss you poetry..often you were there to wipe my tears..I will never miss you dear poetry!!
 Aug 2016
GaryFairy
I spend my time thinking
but all it brings is drinking
even with my eyes unblinking
I don't have an inkling

I spend my time creating
the gates of my debating
hating my own procrastinating
it's only time I'm wasting

I spend my time drinking
but all it brings is thinking
when my mentality is shrinking
I don't have an inkling
 Aug 2016
Keith W Fletcher
There's no time... Like the present
To turn around
To turn around and walk away
You know sometimes I feel it
And I know
And I know
There's just nothing that I need to say
Why do I put myself out
To the edge
Of the pitfall
When I should  have just
Kept my back
Kept my back up against the wall

Is it just ....because
I let myself be
Just another believer
In a world
That's so often ruled
By the next... Inspired deceiver
That tries to get through
My best defense

And in the way
That comes across as so
As so... as so... so so so so
INTENSE
That it leaves me
Crumpled up
Like something that's ready
To  be tossed away
Discarded...
... into that bin - overflowing
With the constant flow
Of the broken hearted

Should have just kept my back
Up against the wall
Up against the wall
 Aug 2016
nivek
Injected teenage love
still runs around this heart
older now through experience-
not superior, just the ravages and highs of time
spent simply living.
But teenage love was lived and never forgotten-
how could it be any other way-
this oldering heart knows a thing or two about love-
and is wise enough to know nothing, in the end.
 Aug 2016
Mark Tilford
i will ask for forgiveness
for my sins
as this one life ends
there is so much, i need to mend
with all of my family and  friends
with past girlfriends
with my last breath
there is no reason to pretend
so i will make amends

i am sorry that you wept
i am sorry i was a man without depth
i am sorry for not being grateful
i am sorry for the promises that were unkept
i am sorry i was so hard to accept
i am sorry for the time that was not spent

with my last breath
in my descent
the bad things they were not meant
done i promise without intent
i do and will repent
asking for forgiveness i need no consent

i made so many mistakes
i never put on the brakes
with my last breath
i realize family and friends you can never replace
with life there is not a retake
what you do, what you have done, you cannot erase  

with my last breath
I will ask
forgive me
please
!!
 Aug 2016
Pauline Morris
**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes
Please read between the lines this poem really has nothing to do with hating happy people or any people for that matter.  The only hate is for the chronic depression I've lived with now for over 38yrs.
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