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I can't help it
If I make mistakes while commenting
People shouldn't be selfish
I suffer from arthritis in my hands
They have swollen up like balloons
I am Human after all
Stop putting me down
Look at your own short comings
Before you make  harsh judgements .
Man Jan 9
i could pour my heart out to you
but what would it do,
knowing how callous everyone is

i could tell you how i linger on each word you say
or staring too long because i love seeing you
but what would it do

letting you know that when we speak
i get butterflies
and my nerves are overworked

but what would it do

to know how i really think of you
when you don't care to ask
what's the point
stillhuman Dec 2020
burning is
that world
that we were once
dreaming of
Isabella Dec 2020
Once upon a time
I believed in love
In fate and blessings
From the angels above
I believed in kisses
In long talks forever
In two happy lovers
Never to sever
I believed I'd find you
I hoped for what I'd seen
On pages of stories
And dancing on the screen
Once upon a time
I believed in us
But fairytales deceived me
As dreams withered to dust
Eola Nov 2020
Hey! You there!
The one with the big ideas and dreams
Why are you slumping along
The society's current ideals?

Why are you not expressing
The creativity bestowed to you by your childhood?
And instead trying to reach
The ideal adult's falsehood?
Samuel Hoffmann Nov 2020
How to live forever:
Step one, just never die.
Next go live your lovely life
Like any other guy.
Why is it that
being childish
is always discouraged
why can't people
the child inside them
why can't people
just see the magic
around them
like a child does
why can't people
love a the
little things of this world
heatherlullaby Sep 2020
Papa used to tell me about the gentle one. They whose its word could be grasp and its action could be inspire, a gentleman it is. To aware of what they do and did, speak and spoken, take and taken.

For what I sip, and what I sink, the antithesis blowed up like the truth that been spilled and becoming a cloudy paradox of his spoken lullaby. To finally stepping on the ground and aware of a little man I held, but certainly let go.
please, do not re-upload and hello from me, a new born kid inside this mystical world of words. kindly share me your point of view, with love, self.
-elixir- Aug 2020
The mirage of the naive sunsets
dawns upon me as the debts
of an unknown world
presents the swirled
twists that lured the mature
to manifest its charm to endure
the gnarly waves of emotions,
the winds of commotions,
the thunders of  freedom
for executing the wisdom.

The veils of innocence
revealed my ignorance,
that remained hidden
as I explored the forbidden.
The roots remain nurtured,
for I shouldn't get weathered
in the calamities of the times,
that may wipe off smiles.
beth haze Jul 2020
Your games and
childlike attitude
always put me
in a bad
It's like you
were trying your best
to leave a
permanent crease in
between my
- frown.
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