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Brokk66 Apr 2018
bruised and battered
i weathered the storm
clinging to an island
in the ocean of you
tomorrow i may drown
and no one will know
i am forgotten
and forsaken
i am just floatsam
on the island
of indifference
here i will reside
for all eternal
gazing out to sea
from time to time
remembering
what could have been
For her.
toward thee spunky gal,
     whose impregnation and debut appearance
     way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),

     out the birth canal aye did bop
analogously compared
     to a mealy mouthed measly crop
a spindly tangle of arms and legs

     radiated (starfish like)
     dangled and would uselessly drop
like a raggedy ann male counterpart
     (raggedy andy - how original)

     with limbs that didst flop
and tis no small wonder, thyself as one
     newborn baby body electric
     easily confused with bony glop,

which skimpy weight
     leant convenience as sigh grew older
     to alternate jumping
     (ala pogo stick mode) and hop

from one skinny spindle shank leg to another,
     and manifold orbitz whip
     sawing round the sun
     bore witness to puny laughable specimen

     of a nerdy lad, who (in hindsight)
     grew long straggly hair,
     which NO ONE (except me) could touch,
     nor most definitely NOT lop

off (this fetish) compensation
     for very slight physique
     in dewed time begot
     pencil necked geek milksop,

now at an age prowl lix sing viz
     dragging, crawling, battling...
     slight abdominal bulge  
unlike widower octogenarian biological pop

whose once strapping superman
     like build atrophying (sad sight)
since grim reaper put objectionable stop
upon head of harriet harris,
    whereat two and a half score years
    her longevity did top.
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now, comb may tooth how zen,
sans eight plus ten
'twill be thirteen yars
when me late mum agonizingly relinquished

     an indomitable loo ving life,
     which strong fighting spirit
     (spittle and vinegar) yen
reached a juncture,

     (sans metastasized ovarian cancer)
     forewent heroic measures, which ken
not avail bottled anger within this sole son
telling thee, he didst love ye
     never communicating NOR often!
Sam Feb 2018
A flake of February snow meets my upper cheek
As it melts away, it resembles a teardrop making it's escape
The lone, delicate, drop trickling it's way
However, teardrops cannot be where feelings have long ceased
The impostor fades away as my world returns to gray
Solomon Dec 2017
My thoughts lay 'neath the moonlight shine,
Yet the abyss still dark and silent,
The stars hung within the nightly heavens,
Whisper "Shall thou make ammends?"

I sang a song,
She danced upon it,
I did her wrong,
Her graces forgave it,
but she can't forget,
so she went on her way,
oh how much I regret,
now I'm left here in despair.

This is how I feel,
all that I've shared,
thoughts dark enough to ****,
written and told so I would be spared.
As I look back and realise that it was my fault.Feeling guilty all the way even after she said "It's okay".
Carlos Oct 2017
They stay vigil, ever waiting the new design of sigils.
Kinda simple, keep their fingers pressed to pimples,
The pus a pit of petered parts,
Perceived by the reckoning of depleted hearts.
I rushed the doors at the sound of a great escape,
The process a repeat coordination of hurry up and wait.
Ever balking at the atrocities of cost,
Average Joes chasing dreams at the velocity of sloths.
How to be content with immense disparity?
Hands out faking quivers, shaking for some charity.
Forsaken someones somewhere surviving on a sliver,
Watching all the getters, I see myself a giver.
LifeExplorer Sep 2017
It's been 2 years since you said goodbye
I still remember how I last touched your hand
like it's my most prized possession
and how I looked into your eyes like it was the reason I'm breathing

been dreaming almost everyday that you'll soon change your mind
Let our bodies touch and intertwine
Tell me you love me not only everyday but for the rest of your life
but that was nothing but a dream.

I still think about you and I've been missing you everyday
I miss us and how happy I was
Please comeback and love me again
Please don't let me remain forsaken
Khrome Aug 2017
Tired of thinking about the things that worries me.
Hating the fact that it discourage me. Knowing that in the future it might break me.
Shattered into pieces that nobody can fix me.

Walking straight forward into a mobius strip.
Whether left or right, it goes the same trip.
Going round and round until my legs are all ripped.
Don't know where to go like a lonely lost sheep.

Outside i'm smiling, but inside i'm breaking,
Like there's a bomb in my brain that never stops ticking.
Like shackles that binds me from doing what i'm dreaming.
Fighting for survival, the routine of my everyday living.
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