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Breakaway
Lose myself
Vanish
Forget the world
It wishes to do the same
Escape route
None
Last few days had been very busy, still a lot of things happening, writing and reading not happening a bit mad, sorry a lot to catch up here. Lots of replying pending, kindly excuse me will surely do so need a few more days
Thank you dear all!
Bhill Jun 2019
How busy are you
Are you too busy to see
Slow down and become...!

Brown Hill - 2019#134
Life goes by fast...
So fast that seeing is becoming
Slow down and see
Slow down and be in it
Slow down  and become...!
Vic Apr 2019
Thinking about you
OwO
Again. ******* Hell.
thesa Apr 2019
tonight
i'm drowning and you're drinking
you think i don't know that
you think i'm busy on my own
when actually i'm busy with you

you're drinking and you like it
the reason why we never drank together
is that you drink to enjoy
whereas i drink to forget

you live your perfect life
of which we pretend i was still a part
but in fact we both know that's not true
since you have no idea about me
and i have no idea about you

we lost us somewhere on the way
changing our childhood into being adults
our path split because you headed forward
when i was too scared to walk

now i'm drowning and you're drinking
and i know i shouldn't think of you
because you won't think of me
but oh hell,
how much do i miss the way we used to be
this is to a great, lost friendship.
Perdue Poems Apr 2019
My head is filled with black-striped bees
Bizzing and buzzing as they please
The world's a thund'ring 'fall
Roaring its loud call
Life's a tornado
Then I see
Silence
You
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Lights, noise, traffic
Never quite, never dull
Always on the move

The hustle and bustle
With never ending chatter
Knowing it has something to prove

I feel the city vibes
Move thorough my bones
As they shake and rattle

We are all on a path
Going different directions
Fighting our own battles

Millions of people
Just as many cars
Streets full and packed

Thousands on transit
Travel without a seat
Jammed in until stacked

For this is the big city
And it never stops
Perdue Poems Apr 2019
Ticking Tocking never stopping
Beeping Booping always bopping
Never stopping, always going
Ticking Tocking Beeping Booping

Sliding Slipping never ending
Scratching Scrawling always working
Never ending always weeping
Sliding Slipping Scratching Scrawling

Clicking Clacking never ceasing
Flipping Flashing always blending
Never ceasing always numbing
Clicking Clacking Flipping Flashing

Pulling Praying never halting
Wanting Wishing always failing
Never halting always craving
Ticking Sliding Clicking Pulling
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