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hand raised. but only one finger ...
those people,
they do not leave me alone...
but the angered,
are relentless.
as it runs away.
this actually started out as a comment. totally different now.
What poem was it?
I do not.......

another one that i've read over and over and it still makes sense about a lot of things but nothing specific. I like those happy accidents

"a posted poem, gathers no knowledge"
I'm not tied to any identity.
I am not lost in this dream.
I don't know and I don't care,
is the best remedy
when neo cons ring!
TT
I refuse to hate people on the otherside of our planet, all because neo cons seek manufacturing consent for wars.
Lost in twisted ways,
Map holds secrets, silent taunts—
Man strikes lines with rage.
Paper torn, path now erased—
Victory in empty l(h)ands.
puckered lips to go un-kissed
left hanging in the wind

a Blackbirds song
on a path of its own

a shattered silence
singing of loves lament
I speak
Within a squeak
With others around me
So they can hear me
But they do not
Like, they forgot
That I existed
Like, I never coexisted
With them
Like, I'm speaking to a wall
If you're tired of me
Then just say that to me
I'll manage to change myself
Just so I can feel good about myself
Just for you,
Anything for you.
I'm so tired of being ignored and just listening to others. It's so tiring. I just want to isolate myself and take a break from everything. It makes me want to take a break from life forever.
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Sorry. Please forgive me for everything wrong I've done. Please forgive me from my mistakes. I'm sorry.
Dogs

If you ignore them.
They will come.
To.
You.
Plastic Things

Plastic is not all bag.
I saw a flick.
After a bic…
The plastic bag,
Floated.
To poetry.
It’s gone now.
The bag.
The flick
But not
The bic….
Every thing is not always,
For a purpose.
Sometimes
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