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plat Nov 2018
Happy days
Oh happy days
Not to many of those, I'm afraid
Here they come and there they go
Happy days
Oh happy days
When will I find one again
Perhaps the dates have been premade
Though, a thought not main
Happy days
Oh happy days
What have you for me
Today
plat Nov 2018
Some say real
Is what you see
Some say
It's what you feel
Like a man down on one knee

Some say real
Real does not exist
That if we really open our eyes
All we see is a cloudy mist
And it's there we go when we meet out demise

I wonder
What does real mean
Is it what we see
What we feel
Or something else
Right under our heel?
plat Nov 2018
Poetry
Is not your most common sight
But the most unusual delight

Some poetry
Comes and goes
In neat little rows

Others yet
Scramble it's
Words

Some poems
Aren't what they seem
Others say exactly what they mean

Some poets
Are archaeologists
Digging for the remnant of a long lost being

Some poets
Are photographers
Taking in what is seen

Not all poems
Though
Have rhythm
And flow

But all poems
Are in their boats
Sent here by their authors
To run the ships
And tend to the goats
And be what they be
And do what they do
Poetry is whatever it is to you
Not my best work, I feel. A friend of mine said he didn't like poetry, or poets, that they're all arrogant and pretentious, little does he know. I made this to show what poetry is and isn't, and how it's both. It really is whatever you want it to be, and it by far is not one exact thing, and cant ever be wrong.
plat Nov 2018
What do I do
To make you cry
What do I do
To make you feel like you should die
How did I
Make you meet your demise

I'm the one who has to pick up the pieces
I'm the one who has to carry you around
But now
I'm the one who gets stomped into the ground?

I sit here
Day by day
Doing nothing wrong
In my chair is where I stay
But here's all the flashing lights and sirens
Bells and whistles here and there
From the ocean up to the highlands
A spotlight with such a glare

And I ask myself
What did I do
To make you cry
And does that mean
That I deserve to die?
Another chance, is all I ask from you.
plat Nov 2018
Why
Why?
If I may ask
Am I so
Connected to my past
Sometimes
I wish I were a fly
So in a few days time
I wouldn’t have to try
To forget
And to regret
The unforgettable

My life feels
Like a battle ground
Where two waring countries
Have long since met
And I ask myself
Why
Do I have to try?
plat Nov 2018
Hey you
Mr. Beelzebub
Only the buzzing keeping you company
Don't give up
Because no one understands you
But come along with me
And show them whats wrong with me
Hey you
Mr. Yahweh
Your cries will not be heard tonight
For today
The fallen have given up their plight

Look inside you
No one understands you
But I do
Today is the day that mountains fall
Forever in the history books we will be
Pick up the phone and answer your call
So come along and show them whats wrong with me
This is not anti-God, or pro-Satan, but quite the opposite really, it's about the ones who are oppressed and fallen, and made to be fake demons, going against the ones who in arrogance and ignorance make themselves think they're a god in the world. Thank you for sharing you time with me I hope you enjoyed and got something from this poem.
plat Oct 2018
Long ago
Was my day
Far away
Until I exhausted my stay
But that was long ago
And far away
And as I see again
Things have changed
I begin to realized
How I yearn for a place
That what long ago
And far away
And now
Maybe it should stay that way
Some are new some are old, these are silver those are gold.
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