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Jasper 7d
This is just another poem about me,
Another poem about you,
Another poem we're
Sick of, another
One about how
I don't
Care.

I wish I was dead I want to write,
But it just doesn't come out,
It just doesn't. Why, maybe
Because - nobody cares
I want to write - Because
It's why I don't
Care.

This is just another statistic, and
That adds further to this,
My uncooked hatred.
Eating it I'm like to
Get food poisoning,
But I don't
Care.

I just want to be loved, understood
But everybody's sick of that.
I am understood. We get it.
Can you write about
Something else,
Please? I don't
Care.

But
There's a storm on Jupiter.
Everyone tries to shed their burdens
Burdens are useless things
Useless things are discarded
Everyone tries to shed their burdens
Burdens are useless things
Useless things are well discarded
Useless things do not become burdens
A carefree life without burdens
No sweat
No tears
No regrets—the light weight of life
Life
Nothing to see
Nothing to tempt
No fragrance
Never drowned in the sea of love
No weight becomes a burden
A song of love
Car headlights
Beneath blue mountains
Following the blue road
Toward a blue future
Moving forward
Please don't abandon me.
Void 7d
The air that I breathe is a lack of coldness.
Face drained…
So many problems I told myself within myself.
The soul doesn’t die in this world.
It instead lives on finding you.
Finding you inside of your heart.
As bright as the day comes forth with challenges.
The soul won’t leave you for a bitter person.
The way a heart crawls up in the corner of your vehicle.
Whispering, “stop driving.”
I can’t bear it out loud.

Your soul is quiet and it becomes cold in the darkness.
The murky water is a sign of my strength.
The way the water flows into your hands.
The river flows into the ocean.
The ocean takes your spot as a human.
You still live while the soul doesn’t drown.
The same battles with your mind and heart.
Your heart lost the key to its own.
The mind lost its ability to think.
Now you are alone and fleeting than the rest you’ve met.

The trees falter and move towards the sunset.
Breathing heavily as the air gets heavier.
It tries ******* the breath out of you.
It tries, but it is tired.
Tired of someone, not you, not him, not she.
Not you.
Tired of someone it repeats in the breeze.
I want to be free.
Be free of the world.
Be free of reality…
and all i got is no reality to come back to.
thus by prosecutor charg-ed, with this crime so heinous~ed,
the judge insisted on a super speedy trial, this, a special case-d

"can't wait to hang this ***** be~deviler,
got me a jail, second only to hell,
if he thinks his hifalutin lawyers will get him de-roped!"

I plead guilty to save the state some moola,
avoid the expense of all the attendant hoopla,
but in my tired defense, I said little but this,
it was god who cursed me with this word-ly power!

now I ain't saying I was naturally bad,
but who are you to judge me so harshly ,
when all I did, with a tool god~given, was,
tell people how beautiful they are, so close.
never far, from bringing them forth to their fruition

so my intentions were good, tho my goose is cooked,
loonily, this I truthfully willingly confess, though just as bad,
I was lazy, I was negligent, I am now hell-bent for many
infractions, the greatest, chiefest of them all, was all the times,

!!!!!
read a poem much beloved by other's on this blue earth,
weak from jealousy jealous, I never...reposted it! for their way
much better than mine, and I was too selfish to praise them,

so I expect I won't be too lonely in perdition, just another poet

                                                         ­   !!!!!!!!                                                      ­ addition

so children, teach your children well
a poet's hell will slowly go by, if they
fail to repost them hundreds of poems
that mak'em gasp~laugh-just plain weep,
for that will really **** (sorry lord) the one
true judge wh gave us this wordy blessing,
and is eagerly awaiting us special


sinners



and that just might be my one true name…

(Oh sinner~man!
where are you gonna run too)

[{(]})]

p.s. this poem readily available to be reposted ('jes a 'gestion)
even
plagiarized elsewhere, but remember, when you, who stole it,
somebody's a~watching whose
vision is unimpaired.
plus, I got new software invented by Ai trained teachers,
so so, easy to find ya...
whoa, this came to me so too easy, I think I better
go into hiding

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5162248/call-me-by-my-other-name/
The seasons, they are changing                                                         ­ you  can  see it everywhere                                                       ­                        I  don't  think that it's strange                                                          ­      you  can smell it in the air                                                              ­   Leaves  are  gently falling                                                                   into  piles on the ground                                                           ­                          In  colors so enticing                                                         ­                   of  yellows, rust and brown                                                            ­                The days are getting colder                                                           ­       and  nighttime comes so soon                                                             ­  The  school kids are one year older                                                           and  are learning about the moon                                                             ­       The  teens are playing football                                                         ­     while  all  the girls cheer                                                            ­               I  love the signs of fall                                                             ­                      and  I'm so glad it's here
Sometimes a season comes
in a different way.
Sometimes there is a scent of flowers
you don’t see,
still making your day.
In life things can change in a second.
Live and feel intensely.

What a waste to hate,
to fight,
to lose faith and
to have all this wars.
Doesn’t everyone longs
for love, for peace?
This isn’t how it was supposed to be.




Shell ✨🐚
Unexpected how things sometimes turn out in this life.
We have to change our ways.
kevin 7d
California Fire federal prosecutor dominoes
Chiefs go to prison on corruption Probe for loss of structurally sound inhabitants losing title as civilized in collection of bribes titles laying homeless coverup of criminal intent.

Failure to resign position in timely manners of testimony.
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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