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Breathe...
Just breathe.
Let it wash over your skin
And breath...

The feeling of helplessness,
Of grief, of sorrow,
Gives a certain sense of peace

Cant express the feeling riding on this,
This brush with death warms me
Consuming the pain of joy

Just breathe...
And stand
Stand and bear this burden
And breathe...

The enormous task of living
Greater than one
But less than the sum of two

The calculations wont add
The chemicals wont mix
The pieces just wont fit

The puzzle of existence falls to the floor
As the boot of reality crushes it underfoot
All the while hope gently floats on the breeze

And I breathe...
 Nov 2016 Paul Butters
Àŧùl
Our mother nature,
You are not at all,
To punish the innocent man.

Yes, mother nature does that,
But you do it,
To satisfy your ego.

All your plans failed,
Not due to me,
But because of yourself.

Did you not make yourself,
Creep into dust,
Fearing honest work.

Planning endlessly,
Working never,
Just decorating dreams.

The little bird you plan,
Plan to go away,
Off to foreign lands.

But in the stark reality,
You are just a chicken,
Scared to work hard.
If you can dare anything,
Study your MBBS in India,
Don't fly off on your family.

Private banks have education loans,
A true thing I don't disagree on,
But have you ever thought of repayment?

The private banks in India,
They have their own mafia,
To extract the loan money.

Please understand,
Don't try to understand me,
Just try to understand your father.

It's him you are punishing worse than me,
He will surely send you and pledge his property on it,
But have you ever thought about how?

Come on, you be a brave girl, crack PMT exams,
I won't be posting it here if you listened to me,
But I doubt if you would even open my emails.

The innocent man in the title is not me,
It is your own father who will fulfil all your wishes,
At the expense of his own honour.

I am over you,
There's nothing I could do to save the relationship,
Your ego issues are too big.

HP Poem #1276
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2016 Paul Butters
Helen
Oh little love
Hold that head up
He's really not that
into you
Maybe it's because
you called him
Baby (daddy)* or maybe
in that first conversation
you sent a picture
of your *****

He got that cream
from the cow
what do you expect
him to do now?

Of course he's going to
continue to milk
some stupid cow
for free
but trust me
He's not in love with you
He's just *******
on a tree
marking territory

but you ain't the only bush
in the forest, lovely...

Oh little love
just remember
that **** pic
he sent to you
went through
10 million gigabytes
before it got to you

Little love
I beg of you
of backlit screen
and tattered pride
anonymity
is a great place to hide
even on the darkest night
when your phone screen
is the only source of light
when words are not actions
no real kisses or hugs
The Internet is no place
to find love
 Nov 2016 Paul Butters
Ramin Ara
You made love
Similarly
Love made you
 Nov 2016 Paul Butters
L Seagull
I fantasize my memory
As a souvenir to feed undying hope
Thinning and fragile but
Ever present until darkness
Devours the last rays of
Sunlight and I become earth
There is no truth in the reality
Of a mind that lacks purpose
There is no logic in the reality
Of faith
 Nov 2016 Paul Butters
chris
夢+
 Nov 2016 Paul Butters
chris
they say 'dream big'

then crush your dreams
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