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little lion Mar 23
nowadays, I cannot tell which is worse:
the pain I felt knowing that one day I would lose you,
or the pain I feel now that you're gone.
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pain is the only thing you've left me with,
but I am scared to let it go...
it's the only part of me that you will never get to know.
I wish I had never loved you
M Solav Mar 22
Day number seven:
Still looking for
Easy gratifications;
These words came to mind
Spontaneously;
I wrote them down.
Am I to elaborate
On what I am yet to know?
Written on January 23th, 2022.


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Just take it easy.
Love your life now.
Be better.
Do better.
Grow better.
Indonesia, 31st December 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Life is so easy!

You can do whatever you want! And what you do today, will bring fruits and consequences tomorrow. Sometimes that tomorrow might be the next year, but it is still wonderful.

We only **** and find life hard when we start talking to ourselves about ourselves, and call it "other people's opinion". What a dumb concept. You don't believe in mind reading yet you believe that this voice in your head really mirrors what other people are saying! Like you don't recognize that voice? It always has the same tonality, comes up with the same arguments and bold ridiculous logic, yet you still believe it belongs to everybody but you! This is the stupidest thing people do, and we are so many doing it, we think it's sane. That right here is the proof that we are living in a "political" world. This means, as long as the majority accepts or denies something, it is bound to be true, and the few ones that don't adhere are considered marginal and will be treated as threats.
Don't you believe me?
Try it.
Man May 2021
the big easy
is hard lives,
what gives

this rainy city
so sublime,
it's almost a pity

that streets are lined with ****
pests and rats in the alleyways
how did things get so ******

or have they always been?

overpasses with people
lying underneath

so many homeless
it staggers the mind to think

bread bags and coffees
floating in the wake of the ferries

outnumbering 10 to 1
the loads that they carry

all the old growth
coming down

all the gold of their headpieces
tinfoil hats fashioned from crowns

no jazz or blues can save them
from the fate that waits

an engraving reading,
here lies what once was a haven
Daddy,

They've been sending me sympathy cards in the mail
And
Stopping me in the streets to say how sorry they are
That
You left me so suddenly not so long ago
Daddy
They ask me how I'm doing
Like
My entire being isn't a shrine to your memory
The
Photo on the post office wall is simply my face in a crowd
Daddy
I'm afraid for what comes next
And
I miss you
And
I miss you
And
I
Ylzm Apr 2021
there are questions I can't ask
for I speak a strange tongue
and walk in a land desolate

but they will be answered
as I walk, as they were behind me
in surprising places and unseen light

the burden's easy, the walk's a delight
gladly I bear the gift, precious and life itself
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