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Buddy T Jun 2023
roaring beast. steam obsolete. i wish my hands. to see them fall apart. crackling dry. the crust in my eyes. moon oh please, let me be free, from this ******* heat 80 degrees. i thought i had grown, but it’s just the moss on the stone. my heart no longer beats with the rain. i just stay inside all day.

i look
her
in
the eyes
i see
no
reflection
i miss
the girl
i
used
to be

and if this is adult life
it would’ve been better to die
at seventeen
i yearn for the person i once was, as if she was better
Pat Adamek Jun 2018
She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times”

Here’s the trick
These are the times, right now while you’re alive

These are the times
They don’t have to be old to be good
And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then
it’s not the end

The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends
You don’t even have to be good friends
By good I mean close, or speak often to know
How the times have changed you both

so much

I think of you often but never draw you close or touch
Or come close to the words I want to find so much

You are living in the good times now

If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component
I’m not living in the moment

It’s standing up and not using your feet
It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak
It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe
It’s different for everyone
Its here before me

These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern?
Life is a quilt of different times that I quit
Then started again
Getting back to your friend
Give her a call, you promised
Friendship
Francie Lynch Apr 2017
We should get married,
Shouldn't we?
Is that a nod,
Do you agree?
Should we expect
Two to three?
Will this car be enough,
Should we plunge
For a bigger house
To store our unused stuff?
Can we make the payments,
Will I be promoted,
Or will I loose my job?
Parent/Teacher Night's tonight,
I'm late for the rehearsal,
I've got to go coach little league,
After Health 'n Safety Training.

Am I homophobic?
Am I alcoholic?

Did I see gray about my temples,
Crow's feet around my eyes?
Am I gaining extra weight,
My waist is twice my height.
I have lumps and grunts
I didn't have before,
I hear thumping in the night,
Did I lock the doors?
And this is just our personal life,
The world outside is crumbling:
Brexit, Walls, pipeline horrors,
The Amazon Rain Forests.
Acid Rain, O-Zone, Isis
(And throw in North Korea),
There are multitudinal crises,
All conspiring succinctly,
With too much sneaking thievery,
Adding grist to an angst-filled life.

Do I really need to ask,
What will our kids do,
When they leave their angst behind
To be worry free as you.

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