Most of my childhood friends are dead.
Time will grant you new ones, life said.
I want them back please! I pleaded.
All the same as they were!

I take in the nocturnal air
From a past that at present
Feels like yesterday's alive,

The quarter moon smiles, or frowns,
I cannot tell anymore,
Alone the night I walk with ghosts

And old voices that cannot say
Goodbye or hello, and the love
Remains, or the painful residue of it.

The life comes in long days
Some bright as my once there hope
Exceeding the lost, seems to outweigh
The gains,

All my dead friends
I walk a path once promised to
All them same,  radiant memories,

I was once with them a person
I hoped to be,
I want them back to find myself
As lost as I am now without.

PEOPLE PLEASER..
Is that a way of life to take up??
Living your life on a fellow humans terms??
Dearest people pleaser,you may think its love you're showing when in the actual sense its slavery..
Choose your path and live on your own terms.
The people you try to please wont even be there to regret with you the day you'll leave this earth.
We humans are never satisfied so trying to please humanity by all means will never satisfy,
People pleasing only ends up in losing self,self dignity and self respect,self love and self trust.

PEOPLE PLEASER..
Is that a way of life to take up??
Living your life on a fellow humans terms??
Dearest people pleaser,you may think its love you're showing when in the actual sense its slavery..
Choose your path and live on your own terms.
The people you try to please wont even be there to regret with you the day you'll leave this earth.
We humans are never satisfied so trying to please humanity by all means will never satisfy,
People pleasing only ends up in losing self,self dignity and self respect,self love and self trust.

stay in style substance
the formatted displays of high society
for a day
then get gritty get down
get ***** where most of the world
lives
where the entrails
meet the nitty gritty
and leave the counting of syllables
silly when you take a look
at it, the anapest is a spondee
of silliness
**** all that
poetry I claim for
the common man
now rules and laws are
but to keep us out
**** all you arrogant mfs
you can **** my assonance

My heart feels like it's holding its breath.
Like a two year old mid tantrum
and blue in the face,
knowing it can't
hold out
much longer.