Master, have mercy.
I am Master. I
Have no Master.

The planet
is atrocious.

I am It.

Planet Earth
is atrocious.

I am It.

Why is it so hard
to see
be yond peace?
Why is it so hard
to be
who you want?

The mind, secluded
in a prison rift
of copy paste
makes waste.

Where is my paper?
Where is my pen?
I write for me!
I repeat as if I
will soon
believe.
I write for me!
(logging on again)

The planet is horrid.
I am part of It.

Oh, Peace & War,
do we know it.

Yet with an audience,
my imagination
grows stagnant.

The once in abstract
gathers into form.

I did this misdeed.
A disservice.

Once a dreamer.
Now a journalist.
This one is for Ryan.
You make me want to run away.
That, is definitely a good thing.
A reminder that I never meant to stay.
solfang Jul 10
how long more can
this game of pretend last,
when it's slowly turning
into reality?
I can't pretend to like adulthood anymore. It's tiring.
solfang Jul 8
mothers might know best,
but they are not always right.
Her advice might be what's best for others, but it's not always right for me.
----
I grow up listening to my mother's advice.
Before college, I am not allowed to have my own thoughts.
--

I changed my job recently, and honestly speaking, I am not too happy about it.
Called my mum, and she stated some obvious facts.
But I feel like she isn't even trying to be in my shoes.

--
Emily Miller Jul 3
On dusty streets leading from market to to the edges of a resort,
elderly men with three teeth beckon you.
The commercialized exoticism sweeps you up
and you hand over pesos
in exchange for a piece of parchment with hand-scrawled symbols...

There is no Mayan alphabet.
They'll tell you that they're writing your name,
you'll take it home and display it on a shelf next to framed pictures
of you and the family in Chichen Itza,
but nothing about it is real.
We never grow up and learn not to believe,
we just learn piece by piece what's real and what's not.
Children learn about the tooth fairy,
and mermaids,
teenagers learn about soulmates,
young people learn about their dreams,
but even as adults,
there are things we still believe in.

There is no Mayan alphabet,
and yet grown, educated people
pull coins from their pocket in an attempt to connect with a culture that seems too fantastic to be a part of reality.

There is no Mayan alphabet,
but people still believe.
They believe in utopias
and countries without debt.
They believe in world peace and infinite resources,
they'll write checks to conmen
and work for checks from them, too.
They believe in honest politicians
and perfectly healthy food.
They put stock in organic remedies
and all their trust in online articles,
and every time they think they've learned the way of the world,
they'll turn around,
and learn something new.
Adults may not believe in fairy tales,
but they will believe in the Mayan alphabet.
Leah Oviedo Jun 30
Practice accountability so I can
Take control of my story and
Visualize what I need to
Build a discipline of conscious decisions that
Value the resource rich life of
Leaning into what matters most of all
Includes stretching myself in sticky situations to
Create healthy relationships with boundaries that
Support each individual and forming stronger bonds so when I am
Aware of the lack I can be
Grateful for the abundance.
I wasn't ready to be an elder, it was pushed upon me by the heavens. Now, it's time for me to act like an adult and hold myself accountable for all my actions.
Oh! I am in a state
a state of confusion
Where i don’t know which way to go
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where i don’t know what is right from wrong
Where i see two road;a narrow with few and a wide with many
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where i start to question my loyalty
Where it’s either to stay put or move on
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where i get complains from both sides; both good and bad
where i get tempted by the vanits of life
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where the joy of eternity seems too far ahead
Where i get addicted to the phrase “LIVE FOR NOW”
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state i can only be saved from by HIM
Where only THE POTTER can help
a state of assurance

For, I am now in another stage of the state
a stage of addiction to the narrow
Where i can envisage now that my future now and later is shining bright

A state of SMARTNESS
pk tunuri Jun 17
I left my home in the name of education
I left my hometown in the name of higher education
I left my state in the name of graduation
I left my family in the name of aspiration

At times, I miss my childhood
Although, the fun & friends weren't the same in my adulthood
In order to get rid of their falsehood
I left them too, for my own good

I have traveled so far away from home
Now, When I let my thoughts to roam
All they bring back is sadness and pain
And then, I left my tears to drain

I lost myself in this whole journey of life
There were times when I often looked for a knife
Not just to kill me but to end the pain
I left everything and I'm waiting for a magical rain
Harry Kelly Jun 14
When I was a kid, the thought of growing up
gave me a weird sickening stomach feeling.
I am grown up now.
But often don’t believe it
           (Until I see the fine lines around my eyes).

When you are a kid
You can meet another kid
And just play and have fun.

In theory it should be the same for adults.
But the games we play are often so complicated
That neither party can agree upon or even understand
                 All the rules.

I have been told it is not good to live in the past.
Who are the people who make up these rules?
Everything, including the past, has its place in life.

What I liked about childhood was its simplicity.
Just live and play.
Avoid the rest of the stuff.
Try to win when you can.
Sun kissed summer days
can remind us of a time that felt real
senses heightened to absorb
every new different experience
when your world is your playground
life tasting sweeter than a fruit salad chew
childhood, when all is fresh and new
when adults are strange beings

As adults life can feel surreal
especially on Northern Rail's track
with fuckery around every corner
of streets paved with the homeless
someone's always worse off than you though
a consolation prize in the race to the bottom
but each new day is a blessing
when the sun still kisses the face
Musings on an early sun kissed summer evening
I once laid in my bed content
With mama’s prayers tucked in
Listening to trains far off across
The river trestles on rails stretched
To places I could only dream of.

Beginner’s luck, the magic strong.
Reality and dreams synonymous.
Early the seeds of wanderlust
Planted.

Out of large cardboard appliance
Boxes and old trunks in the attic
Talents were forged in games
With friends in woods and streets.
Old Mr. Robling’s eyes looked
Beyond . . .
Child’s play would end someday.

That day eventually came in linear
Time but much longer to this
Wandering mind
That thought beyond the grade
School desk when my adolescent
Peer’s noses were buried deep.

Wander and travel lust left this boy
Rootless and restless when the time
Came to stop chasing the mirages of
Greener pastures.

Then he looked up and saw
His little one’s grown up
With a somewhat similar
Bittersweet taste of chasing the
Elusive Islands of Emerald Green
Seen as lush vivid images
On their built-in larger-than-life
Neural G.P.S. screens
Programmed to seduce the
Wanderer into the delusion that
They can take extended or even
Permanent excursions far from
The Great Gray Banal Sea.

Not very long ago this ageless
Boy was forced into settling for
Stark reality. But he is slowly
Growing a bit more comfortable
In his own skin.

The grass is still a bit green
But parts are a bit dry,
Patchy and crabgrass ridden.

At least it fashionably matches his
Soul . . . poetic justice for trading
Most of your life for the elusive
Obvious.

I still cling tight to my childhood  
In my own non-linear time of
Eighty years ago.

A far younger but worn-out and
Tired mind spirit and body defines
Age as value used to be measured
By quality not by quantity

And as those running the track
And roaming free over thousands
Of acres of wide-open plains
Opposed to those put out to pasture
Or waiting in line

At
The
Glue
Factory.

                  --Daniel Irwin Tucker
The long & winding road in linear & non-linear time.
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