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Is it realistic to want more then we are given?
Should it be a goal to want the life someone else is living?
When do you wave the white flag and ultimately give up?
Or do you keep pressing forward and hoping that you'll have a stroke of luck?

Life is full of so many unexpected ups and downs,
One can become confused on who to let go and keep around.
People don't care about no one but themselves
One minute you are being shown off, and the next you're on a shelf
Collecting cobwebs and dust
when before you were the center of their desire and lust.

So easily to be replaced by the next one who comes along,
That if you walked away they won't even notice you're gone.
New isn't always better,
the grass isn't always greener or wetter.
Some wonder how you'd allow yourself to be such a doormat,
Some choose to belong, then to be alone whatelse can compete with that?
kyle dionysus Jun 2017
Life is nothing but a mere game, where your starting bet is your life, and no matter whatelse you put into it, losing is inevitable.
Rui Rosa Jan 2019
War has changed...
It's no longer about nations, ideologies, or ethnicity.
It's an endless series of battles without meaning.
Fought by soldiers, machines and whatelse is at our disposel.
These wars left our world in chaos.
Creating, altering and destroying it,
the anthem is all it remains.
This is all it remains from it.
Whatelse can say,
What can I do?
When a barrel of a gun
Is shoved into the neck of my agony.
Do I cry for bread,
Or do I cry for freedom?
From ugly minds whose belly is hell?
Am I any special?
Or am I, at least, human?
To tread like a cow for their pockets,
As they milk my degrees?
They eat the meat of my wage.
Their beef with me, like wolves,
Sits in the plates of their children.
Do I die with grief,
Or do I live with love?
To depart with an everlasting smile,
Loving them still,
Loving the color of my blood.
To wicked leaders or Governments
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2019
i'm sorry...

   i don't know where
i'm at with
what becomes the worth of:

******* into a sandpit
and moulding a castle...

the work of: sight of once,
made expendable,
twice: null and a grey
afternoon...

discoveries of:
℘ (℘)
      ℑ (ℑ)
                   ℜ (ℜ)...

vowels: less akin
to the odd,
   number:
consonants:
less akin to the even...

ⰗⰖ!
        ⰗⰖ!
                     ⰕⰖ!

the logistics of:
occupied time,
via,
interludes of:

( [ {
                        &whatelse?(;)

i code:
but i no brick:
i layer:
i hammer:
i: dodo: could
do with something:
else...

i **** on snow:
if there be:
any more snow...

work of and if: art...
by writing:

no hammer - no cue...
better:

   variety of:
the wind blew south
and i, ventured,
north...

             disorientating
poetics
in the variety of:
i'm comfortable
having acquired
limited scraps of:

"ditto"...

         the feud the life
the: cushioned wording,
the:
      best we gravitate
toward a less:
fathomable cult
of tomorrow...

     no point giving into
learning:
no one these days is
in for the plot
of: passing hereditary
     scoops...

   as far as i am
concerned:
no one really bothers
teaching others...
solipsism...

         self-
prefix: grand
regurgitator...
   but with no
-self worth suffix...

       the tiresome
burden of what was
once called life...
and now...
              pit,
a charging bull,
  sea...

        honesty:
why bother educating
children,
when what
you're educating them
with is a combat versus:
the delusion
that contradicts the
exercise
of the real world?

      educated bastion
emeralds...
       shovelled grip:
           with a languid
          utility of a shovel...

life has become
an agitated presence
of a canvas i'm
supposed
to fill...
              but am,
consistently
revolving around:
needing to
speak the equivalent
of the sound,
associated with:
flushing a toilet.
anu  May 2020
To My Lord !
anu May 2020
Whatelse I should do my Lord ?
Why am I suffering this much my Lord ?
When will I get peace my Lord ?
Where else I could go my Lord ?
Who else can I ask my Lord?
Can't I fit to live in this world my Lord ?
If so please take me with you my Lord !
.....
CIIR  Dec 2022
broke my mug
CIIR Dec 2022
Old dreams put away,
thought never to be brought again.
New dreams buoyed up,
with tomorrow's hopes.

New dreams dashed on stone,
on wood or tile or whatelse might.
old dreams brought from dusty cupboards,
drear'd by neglects of time.

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