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Faizel Farzee Dec 2019
Have you ever lost yourself
Who you are you misplaced
You search the shadows within
a unwanted fate, negative happiness
all you left with is hate.
Feeling and thoughts
In a whirlpool of some sorts
I smiling on the outside
Inside I am a corpse.
Nina McNally Dec 2019
And when all else fails,
Loving you is amazing and my
Life without you is boring.

This moment, this
Heat and passion is
Everywhere-I live and breathe

For you.
Everyday, you are my life, my
Everything and
Life
Seems so simple when I'm with you! <3
copyright; 2019
McNally/Flanders, Inc.
Title and inspiration from Fitz and the Tantrums
Sofia Ageyeva Nov 2019
All is coming...
   All is here...

You are alive
    and you know it...
You are connected to All...

How can I explain it?
   How can All explain it to you?

It's always here...
   You're always alive...
      not always...
        but every day...
Every day of your life...

Life is precious...
All is coming...
    and All is leaving... one day...
“Do your practice and all is coming.” ― Sri K. Pattabhi Jois
Alaina Moore Nov 2019
If you're working against a better future for all of us, I will, without hesitation, walk all over you to make the best out of a world on fire.
Okay, boomer...
B L Costello Nov 2019
The Doctors were wrong,
They gave her a year,
Four months.....
She is gone.....
As the holidays near,
But the chemo was hard,
She was no longer able,
How dreadful the empty spot at the table
A very hard time, she tried.  She fought for ten years.  She beat brain, breast and bladder Ca over the last 10 years.  But that ugly little black spot on the pancreas....****.
Àŧùl Nov 2019
No need to work at all,
Free, equal housing for one and all,
Free healthcare facilities.

Free education,
Free food,
Free amenities.

Equal rights to everyone,
Welfare pension for all,
Economic equality too,
Huge ethnic variety as well,
The only guns possessed by law enforcement.

Surely, a good prison is
The Communist Utopia!
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My HP Poem #1808
©Atul Kaushal
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