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GrumpyTurtle Dec 2020
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 i am sitting in my bedroom.
i can see π˜πŽπ” saying im over reacting..
and you 𝐀𝐑𝐄 entitled to your opinion on me.
i don't like the thought of people π‰π”πƒπ†πˆππ†..
but to πŒπ„... its just the way life is, and it *****..
social status is π‹πˆπŠπ„ an excuse.
because if you're wealthy, π˜πŽπ” have money...
and as you πŠππŽπ–, money is power.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 are the powerless gonna do?
no one cares what 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 to people "lower" than them.
that's why we need to make a change 𝐈𝐍 this world.
from 𝐌𝐘 stand point..
i think π‹πˆπ…π„ would be better for everyone,
if people took into consideration of what others could have gone through.
George Krokos Jul 2020
Consider everyone as a friend unless they prove to be otherwise
and then we should consider the workings of some compromise.
There are certain mysteries compelling from previous births we’ve had
and what we’re all faced with now is the outcome of them good or bad.
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
George Krokos Jul 2020
Sometimes I think that if ignorance isn't a virtue
then why are there so many people indulging in it?
And this will most probably include myself at times
when I consider how much more there is to know.
Written early in 2020.
Dez Apr 2020
If you desire to be great
Then when you create
Think about those who read
And in considering them you’ll be great indeed
For to consider another is the best of traits
Dez Mar 2020
Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.

Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.

Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.

To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?
Dez Mar 2020
As the fine flower life does fade
As the grass in the field life does yield
As the moon in the sky life dose pass us by
As the trees do grow life does go
As the leaves do fall the end of life does call
As I write this poem I wonder if you will ponder?
Irene J Mar 2020
Do you know how much pain I need to bear?
Living in a life that never a bit consider your existence.
How much tears I sherd inside my soul, just waiting for it to burst.

Not only the world that has it own space,
but I do.
A space where I can completely stop ruining myself.


The darkness has already pulled me.

And the world was never the same.
I get it the fact that a lot people are going through things that a lot harder than mine. But it doesnt mean I shouldn’t feel pain.
EP Robles Mar 2020
No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
                                the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
      bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion                                      the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
      sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
'Death is a miracle feeling no pain'
toward my pain's feelings long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles,    -Father;
     we children cry when we see
                                 the End of Loved Ones                                     we
                                 believing YOU: funeral                                    or    

:: ~~ ::
Bus Poet Stop May 2015
come to me,
my beloveds
with long nails
and squinting eyes,
spare neither
claw or hook,
delve and devolve,
critique and solve
the words of this prophet
scribbled on plastic
bus seats

give me
my due,
my comeuppance,
my downfalls

will me
to be better
or worse
if that be betterment

so eagerly
will embrace,
grasp, insert
your benailing fingers,
soften, grasp,
repoint thy claws
taking thy earnest joy
at pain inflicted
as my own
as long as you dare
just say something!
A bus poem
in honor of my invitationΒ Β 
my digital birthing

April 8th, 2015
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