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My family moved houses when I was young.
I was scared to start in the new school.
You were the first person to care about me
and I didn’t feel so lonely when I was with you.

You moved away when I was young.
You use to call and so did I.
We use to write and tell each other of our adventures all the time.

Then the phone stopped ringing.
And the letters stopped filling up the letterbox.

I never knew what happened to you…
I guess that’s what growing up does to kids like me and you.
To an old friend. I hope you’ve had a wonderful life.
Sharp bends around the curb
Past bus stops used to run for
Feels so near and so far
The shops have changed
At least some of them
Still serving the same things
Where lucky moments
Made everything alright
Roads which led to homes
Which felt like someplace
Could always go
Haven’t been in so long
Must have wanted that
Wish I could go back
If only for a moment
Just to feel like I did
Laughing to sleep
Walking the city streets
Underneath the skyscrapers
Playing games invented
Finding paths which strayed apart
Oftentimes,
A poet doesn't lift their pen daily,
It's better to write nothing,
Than force something out.

As well for the fact,
Some things are best left unsaid,
This world is a rocky streambed.
Sometimes you just gotta put the pen down and try again tomorrow.
Attachment tear you from inside,
Leaves your heart nowhere to hide.
Introverted, deeply twisted within,
Lonely yet fine, a world kept thin.

Used by people, trusted in vain,
Sadness flows, but not like pain.
Loneliness, a silent, constant friend,
Attachment breaks what time won’t mend.

It cuts you deep, it takes so long,
To heal, to move, to feel strong.
One person can turn your world to gray,
Their absence, a shadow that won’t stray.

You think of them, though they don’t care,
Their indifference more than you can bear.
Trying and trying, you seek to let go,
Yet thoughts of them forever flow.

Why obsess when the future’s bleak?
Their apathy shows the truth you seek.
I wish to be cold, unfeeling, free,
Yet attachment keeps imprisoning me.

Yet in this pain, a truth I find,
To love myself, to clear my mind.
Attachment tears you from inside,
But healing mends what’s pushed aside.
I am struggling to get over this attachment phase as I am a emotional person although I don't like showing it. I hope I can get over it.
Still Crazy Dec 2024
First know this:
In my peoples’ history,
an old evil, revived,
a real pretend
a”new” enemy, but
merely a derivative of a-prior,
old name, same hatred,
irrational and raw,
rising up in every generation,
under cover of a ‘philosophy,’
lies buried a purity of motive,
purity of hate for hate’s sake

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For my people
and their beliefs
Our secret to our
survival is manifest,
you may have heard it called,
A Secret Chord (1)

Tears and Laughter,
Tears Behind Laughter
intertwined, or else,
we would not indeed be  
the long going on tribe
studied by curious
historians & idiots

me?
still crazy, after all these generations

Grandparents & Parents
chased by ‘professionals’
from places well known to you
(hey! we somehow got away
with huge luck, and courageous daring)

Not requiring your sympathy
not asking for a special empathy,
not rejecting your clucks,
but we manage
though tears aplenty
that we mask under a guise
via self-deprecating humor

I would love to tell
the Bible and the liturgy
is full of sly winks,
cutish double entendres,
bartender jokes,
but it ain’t necessarily so
don’t ya know

if the bible had made
gentle laughter at/of/
angelic & human foibles
and maybe
even God laughing at
all too human characteristics

but that’s a very big ask,
not sure He’s up to the task,
making fun of yourself
when you’re the
top of the chain
requires
humanility
which’s not a master’s
first calling
but should have been its
first blessing

so that’s up to us,
we irreverent creatures
of his design,
and why we are the absolute tgw only
species that cries
to express
sadness-
and mockery maker
of ourselves
the oy in
oh vey beings
Still crazy after all these years
(1) yes Leonard Cohen
Jia En Dec 2024
Everything has got to be the best
Nowadays. For every little test
And exam must we come out on top;
Never must we stop
Working at our every skill;
Take
A break
And everything you're good at will
Just disappear.
Everyone just
Wants what's at the top of Mt. Everest.
I guess I've got to get used to
How it works around here.
Always having to do
More than what you can.
Sometimes I just don't understand
It but every explanation
I get just adds more and more complications
To the tangled mess in my head.
I miss how things were before
Instead.
Nowadays even the karang gunis
Don't want newspapers anymore.
if you don't know what a karang guni is, then here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karung_guni#:~:text=%22Karung%20guni%22%20is%20a%20Malay,use%20a%20hand%20truck%20instead.
bucketb0t Dec 2024
Man's best friend is his worst fiend.
Tip the photographer, not the dealer
let alone the unlucky charm.

As a bucketbot
I have a spare part
sadly kidney lost
broken heart left
Kiba got his cut.

That hand's bet...
dead-certain-debt

One question left:
Did he eat or sell it?
Goofy plushky white fur  
by no means pure
paws all false pretense...

Italian goon!
Couldn't be more tense.
I am a goner!
Inspired by Buckethead's song "Electronic Slight of Hand", after a night of playing cards with my sweetheart Claudia in which my husky kept messing up the cards.
Hello Daisies Nov 2024
December I remember

The cold snowy travels
The loneliness that graveled
The darkness that unraveled
I was over
I was gone
I was sadness
For so long

The months went on
The slumber never gone
Hibernating with no song
On mute
I didn't belong

Then one day
Came along..
A beautiful day
A touch of destiny
Blessed be
As it were

I had met
A girl
One simple day
One fun play

Adventure to be had
Never again to be sad
We connected
We shined
Growing
Like vines

Vines I say
Remember those?
stay up
all night
Laughing and eating
Everything in
Sight

You showed me
Friendship
And love
How beautiful
Blooming
Truly was

We bloomed together
Starry eyed doves
Former  connected souls
From years ago

We talked
We listened
We glistened
With wine
Wine all over me
Wine across town
Looking like clowns

We goofed around
We fell on the ground
We shopped at midnight
With no one else around

You got my jokes
You had my rose
I had your back
Everything felt in
Tact

Bryan Ohio
Is where we were
Bryan Ohio
Once my curse

You made that town
Overflowing ecstasy
Everything was grace
Everything felt like
Destiny in place

My body
My soul
No longer
Cold bones
Now
Sitting high
On our thrones
In Bryan Ohio
We were
Each other's
Homes

From one simple game
We met
One simple day
I'll never forget
Grand theft Auto
Gave me you
Grand theft Auto
And
the entire open road
Too
I wrote this for my poetry book! It's about the friend I don't have anymore. This is how we met and how it started.
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound

©2024
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
Could I have done more, yes
But I'm worn out at best
Sore by the pound and stressed
The more I try to get it back like before
The more I regress
I know the score,
I know what's in store,
What it is I'm in for
But sure,
Let's hear what YOU suggest?

©2024
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