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Nagy László Jan 2022
It is but another gray day
The sky is gray just like any other day
Nothing to do
Nothing to see but the gray clouds
Boredom eats away at ones mental
Waiting for the week to start
Work is at least something to occupy the mind
Nagy László Dec 2020
Learning new things is hard,
You can only keep doing it once you are deep into it
picking up a new hobby isn't something everyone can do easily
it requires dedication,
which i do not have anymore.
I lost the will to learn new things
sitting here with the things i already know, wondering
"Would it even be worth to learn anything new"
i don't know a lot, but it feels like enough,
while it might not be.
Why is it that my mind drifts off to weird places
instead of learning something new?
Nagy László Jan 2018
A game is not about winning,
nor losing.
It's about improving.
It of course feels good to win,
and bad to lose,
but if you remember
that you improve each game,
you will feel better, even if you lose.
It's good to be positive.
Live a positive life.
Nagy László Jan 2018
Which one is better?
Winning or losing?
I say, if you win,
you are good, you feel good.
If you lose,
you need to improve more.
Either way,
You may or may not improve.
It's about what you do.
Play or just stand there
not doing anything.
  Jan 2018 Nagy László
Jamie Treavish
S.T
Eyes clenched to the darkness,
Could you see me?
I saw you through the river of tears,
Emotions called your name
But did you hear me?
I didn’t hear you.
I apologized under every sun and
moon.

I saw the fear.
Did you see the reflection?
I can feel it vibrate through your skin.
Scared of nothing,
Only everything.
I’m scared for you
And me,
Selfish aren’t I.

Clenching your hand in the Sahara
Of the hospital room where it was
A mirage until it faded,
Where did you go?
I’m sorry you had to leave.
Sorry that I held the door,
You never shut it on me.

Sorry we couldn’t fish.
Are you fishing now?
Beside the river you spoke about?
Did you know that within your last
Breath we all drowned in the
Heartbeat of your existence.
R.I.P
You're not allowed to cross my mind,
I keep that door locked.
My heart is bolted down
like a ship in the storm.
No sailors with ears full of wax,
to the mast I am not bound.
I cannot allow it...
you're not allowed to cross my mind.
  Jan 2018 Nagy László
Cece
Nightmares hurt.
The emotional pain,
and the physical pain.
I can't count
how many times
I've woken up
to be
haunted by
my own
mind
and what
I think of.
I can't even
imagine
the times
I've woken up
with a
headache,
a heartache,
or both.
I can't begin
to reason
why my mind
has such a
vivid
perception
of what
a gunshot
feels like.
Or what
drowning
would be like.
But I've
dreamed them
so many
times,
It feels
like I've
lived them.
And please don't think
for a second
that's every
night.
There are the
good dreams
too.
The happy ones
where
everything
is alright.
But those hurt
way more.
Because
when I wake up,
I can
feel them being
torn away
by Morning.
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