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Leeann Jan 12
i have an exit plan.
hush
it's for emergencies only
I'll never use it
who knows?
but I'll keep it there
gently now-
a building shy of too short
a secret resting low in my pocket
a couple of pastilles bright
in the palm of my too-steady hand

the departure may be too sudden-
barely a breeze and a sigh before I leave-
but I rest assured that my mind's ensured
by the choice
the exit
my desired desire path

for if it's ever just too much
and tired becomes too weary to smile
i know I'll have the choice
to take a little time
and sit in front of my exit for a while

i don't think anybody sees it in my eyes
it's probably why all those others will cry
but I'll be safe and sound-
Yes, but it all comes 'round!
and im not that selfish of a guy

so I'll cradle my exit to my chest
ill grit my well worn teeth and do my best
ill struggle through
and ill trudge through the rest
and ill smile, smile, smile, and laugh
with hateful pleasantries and pleasant hate
a bright new day to exacerbate
the itch of joy and the soreness of pain
and once in a while
the heavy rain

and when my fingers slip
from the weight of it all
I'll keep smiling
I'll keep laughing
I know that there's an exit,

after all.
finally came back to this site. if nothing else, it's a good place to store my poems.
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2018
Destined to go away.
But an early exit  
is not welcome either.

It has to be on time.
But it can't be found
beforehand either  
in the solar or lunar calendar!
However it's definitely
on it is crystal clear.
Chris Neilson Nov 2018
I'm a clean healthy living bloke
I don't drink and I don't smoke
consuming my quota of 5 a day
fruit and veg are here to stay

I've got serious health issues you see
I've been unwell, between you and me
but I still play the hand I'm dealt
whether standing, sitting or even knelt

No woe is me or sympathy sought
against many misfortunes I've fought
I owe it to those who love me dearly
cheerily supportive when I'm weary

They suggest I write in a rhyming style
to lift the reader and let them smile
life's departure lounge has many exits
don't leave them still talking about brexit
trapped
in solitary confinement -

with the key to the exit
in your reach -

with nowhere to go
and no one to meet -

with nothing to do,
besides watching seconds,
evolve into minutes,
evolve into hours,
evolve into days.

would you leave?

- v.m
i'm honestly not sure what this is.
i have nothing to do so yeah
Jon Thenes Aug 2018
My weapon is voice today
'tis careless
a spell amoungst curs
it puts close friends in their places
and worried
(behind my back)
It kisses with mischeif
and muddies stray-fully

My weapon is played
a trial
a tool
to bring about my isolation
Then i may exit without notice
and unfollowed
a relief, in release

My real work shall begin abroad
Jon Thenes Jul 2018
Suiside upon instruction
Through institution
By relation to another
And being bared upon
By your own misfiring soul

A shaky exit ;
Lonely
Or lonely, with company
Approach The Pig Empty
With a mind and not a rattle
; a pressure of Taughts

  in loving nothing
  glove oblivion
  a pardon from suffering ?
  a finite mime

       Signed   - a guest
poor Ms May inherited Brexit
she sure wishes that she could hex it
away to the gorges of ****
so that no supporter can tell
that she‘s found an ingenious exit
Bryce May 2018
Return late at night
34mph on the gangway
Decimated and tired
rotated and unstoppable

When I come back around the cul-de-sac
the green candle shines my return
Flag hangs big and ogreish
Waiting for something more

I replaced my turntable
Black and wood on wood desk
Grains matched unintentionally

On one speaker I placed my snowglobe
Big Ben tall and wide
Snow stirs when I play

On the other The Capitol
Big heavy white dome
Smaller and wider but still just as lost
Blizzard of turning particle

What mood do i turn to?
Daft and electronic
Queen of hearts and misery
Dance of mad villainy?

33.333333 repeating
An album cover to cover
slip safely in between
read the inherent vibrative tone
glide my eaten fingernail
And sing the songs through my teeth

33.33333 repeating
Songs forever maintained
Never compressed, just expressed
Saved into physical form

33.3333 repeating
Round and round Fibonacci of doom
Spiral totally in control
There is another side to this story I never knew

33.333 repeating
They were going to make movies on vinyl screens
with vinyl tape and vinyl face
Then we got cable

33.33 repeating
Mesmerized by the glide of the needle
softer than a lover's touch
sharper than an atomic clock

33.3 repeating
It will be time to flip sides
Soon I will know no evil
Only the darker satellite

33 repeating
I repeat:
Listen closely and find the spot

Queue it up and fall apart
Temporal Fugue Mar 2018
This rhyme is here to inform you
my services you no longer avail
I'm heading out too retirement
please find this note, in your mail

I've loved my time spent here
like a nail I took too the head
I'm now goin to the unknown
looking forward to what lies ahead

Thank you for all of the fish
waving my towel for a ride
fulfilling my last happy wish
no need to cry, or reply

But this everyone knows
I'll be blamed for it all
everything that ever goes wrong
even though, it was never
my call
Two more weeks in apathy land
I know I'll dance out the door
working here both boring and bland
I just can't take
anymore
;D~
Amanda Feb 2018
I sit enclosed in my prison cell,
Days passing me by in a blur,
Have I lived here for months or years?
Of that I can't say for sure.

Time is twisted up in knots,
Tangled in a crooked maze,
With no clock to keep tabs on it,
The hours are pulled a thousand ways.

These walls seem like they are closing in,
Carefully shifting and changing shape,
I look for a way out of this ****,
But these bars carry no escape.

My prison bears no windows,
It's doors of steel stand strong,
Fear is tearing down my spirit,
I've been here far too long.

I'm held captive in this place,
A hostage to circumstance,
Frozen by broken regret,
I'm trapped in some awful trance.

I act like a puppet, I'm a *****,
To my residual anger and pain,
Instead of me, my emotions are,
Controlling the strings inside of my brain.

I don't understand why I am still bound,
To the cage, my heart resides in,
Each moment I try to free myself,
I am kept back down by sin.

I am shackled to my suffering,
And these bonds are too hard to break,
The cuffs I wear are cast from sorrow,
And the chains forged from heartache.

I'm imprisoned in my own weakness,
A jail of my imaginative design,
I gaze at my reflection,
I honestly can't believe it's mine.

When will I unlock the exit,
So I can open the door finally?
Maybe when I come to realize,
That i am the one who holds the key.
I wrote this on 9/22/17

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