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Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

I don't want to go to work in the morning

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Harrison

I don't want to go to work in the morning

My eyes are heavy
from to many nights
thinking about an
hour glass.
the ticking sound
coming from a Disney clock
I threw away when I was 11
If I knew back then how being
an adult would break
everything in your body
I would have stayed after school
a little bit longer and probably
should have kissed her while
I had the chance.

#life #old #growing #youth #adult

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

The trouble with Hello Poetry

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

calpurnia mockingbird

The trouble with Hello Poetry

The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Dear Poet

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Louise

Dear Poet

I hate to see you dear poet
writing out all your pain
it makes me feel quite useless
like an umbrella without the rain

I want to put my arms around you
to let you know someone is there
we won't even have to speak
it's just to let you know, someone cares

In reality there's a distance
and I'm unable to sit with you
but I hope you don't really feel alone
with this pain you're going through

This was written for poets that are writing their pain at the moment.
**

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

♡○Inner Peace○♡

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Louise

♡○Inner Peace○♡

~

I need to stand
at the edge of a river
imagining all my

       fears

            and

                anxieties

are passing by.

I would take a step back

         and     s
                       i
                         t

Silently

I would let them all

       drift

                g
                  e
                    n
                       t
                         l
                           y

noticing each one

letting
           it
             go

and just observe the distance.

Already they seem

   smaller

I can enjoy the

     'here and now'

sitting by the river

      and appreciate a taste

             of

                  inner peace

                             ~

I can at times suffer from anxiety and have been reading about sitting back and noticing anxious thoughts but not engaging.
Not sure if this makes sense but I have a lot more to read.
I'm hoping the imagery will help me anyway : )

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Jaded

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Chuck

Jaded

She despises the world
People irritate and disgust her
Proud to be known as the rebel
Rises above the emotional clowns
Desensitized and disenfranchised

Yet she conformed to the circus
For reasons mere mortals cannot comprehend
Hidden behind the eye of adjudication
Yet don't dare evaluate her soul
She beguiles my response with pseudo aloofness

Jaded and defended
But she entertains me with angst

Inspired by a poet.

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Elementary

Jun 2014 Donny Edward Klein

Riq Schwartz

Elementary

We're too old now.

Too old to indulge in

partitioned plastic plates

shatter resistant

but molded to hold in

three ounces of fun

per serving.

We've outgrown yesterday's

gaudy voice acting

and crude cartoon lines

washed out, two dimensional

color schemes

and character types, now

redux in high gloss CGI,

300 dpi

1080p

5.1 surrounding

both of our senses.

What's that?

We have three others?

But we've no time

for scented markers

on monochrome pages

Breakfast food no longer

simply sugar and bread

We swath ourselves

with succulent self-importance

tech savvy misanthropy

dolled up in decadent

anonymity

We are too old

to go to a friends house and play.

A list of woes and throes

gives us nothing-

leaves us nowhere

except in thinking

patiently praying

that we may never outgrow

our love for the things

which we've long since outgrown.