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Faizel Farzee Nov 2019
This letter I write to you with a heavy heart
Sometimes my emotions put my heart inbox,  mails it to my past,
As much as my mind want to move forwards
Like running on a treadmill backward
I'm not moving anywhere fast.

You carried my confidence like a handbag
Without you, I would be a bore
Sometimes I wish I could hunt that part me
Then realize we all carry our flaws

So I forgive us
For all our transgressional sin
The lying truths
With the untruth that it brings.

The heartache will leave scars deep within
I would never change this
I know we
Apart,  of me still loves you
My saddened tears says with a grin.

I hope that you happy
With this letter, I'm done
Now a match I put to it
Like a blazing history
My past alight I discard in the bin.
Sometimes we have put our feelings on pages
Burn them, it get of the minds mazes
Knowing you moving on from the past
Grieve has it's stages
Make yours not last long.
J Oaks Sep 2018
The red boar sits on the shelf
Can your only window be secure?
The red boar only hates itself
Can your only window be secure?
Star BG Oct 2017
I row the boat of heart,
steering along with focus.
Wind merges with breath.
Sun shines with rainbow rays.

And as I unfurl my passions,
pen becomes oar.
Oar to lead me to my dreams.
Thank you writer guide.
Hasan Aspahani Jul 2017
How Can a Moon Make a Shadow from a Boar's Body in a Forest Feeling The Entire Night?

2. Is the River in The Forest Choosing Himself Where He Was Turning or He Should Ask the Wild Boar Frequently Crossing It?

3. How Many Wild Boars in The Forest Have Ever Realized That There is Always a Moon-shaped Shadow from its Body?

4. If the Boar is Dead, Is the Shadow Dead or Staying and Hiding in The Shadow of The Forest?

5. Has The Wild Boar Ever Thinking That Moon Is a Boar Stuck at the Elevation Then Slept and Sleep Is On?

6. Is the Forest to Which There is No Boar Still Worthy to be Called Forest? Why No Boar Moon? Night Boar?

7. Can Later When I Die and Bury in the Forest, Then from My Grave Go Out a Wild Boar Without Shadow?
Àŧùl Oct 2016
As you are a sow,
So a piglet will you reap.
As you are a pretty sow,
So a boar you will let you keep.
As you are a filthy sow now,
So a true human will call you cheap.
As you are another sow,
So a burr or oink will you beep.
As you are a sow,
So a boar will go deep.
I am a human being,
I give up on you.

HP Poem #1165
©Atul Kaushal
WE MAY NOT BE THE PERFECT PEOPLE
NO
****
WE'RE ALL ****** UP
BE WE WILL STAND UP FOR EACH OTHER
CAUSE WHO THE **** ELSE WILL?
WHOSE GONNA TAKE YOUR HAND, WHILE YOU SOB ON THE GROUND, AND PULL YOU UP?
FRIENDS, THATS WHO WILL
written in a fit of anger in ~45 seconds

#jasonwillliveon

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