lostboy Nov 16

I feel like my poetry lately
Has been a bit dry
Like I'm

Running out

Of words

To write.

But I'll still try to
Put in more   emotion
And rhyme
Because that
I know for sure
Is the magic   potion.

this empty mind needs a refill

It seems like i'm walking in circles,
whenever I  think about life.

"Live life to the fullest" they said.
"You only live once" they said.
I could not understand.

I did not understand,
what they were telling me,
what my parents were telling me,
until the moment came,
and they were gone.

Now, I had realized,
what they were saying:
Enjoy the company of your loved ones,
while the'yre inching to the thousand suns.

Be grateful for everything and everyone
for there is no time to hate and be alone.

There is no time to dwell on regrets,
the "should've's" and "would've's."

Concentrate on the "what now?" and "where to?"
on this Earth which you call home,
on this Earth where everything seems like an illusion.

For you will never know the end
until you've lost everything.
You will never know the end
until you've tried your best and gained nothing.

Whenever I  think about life,
It seems like i'm walking in circles.

impromptu poem
Blois Nov 5

I don't feel like it anymore, I must say.
Maybe I should put up a missing person
alert for my inner kid. He must be hiding
somewhere, I hope wherever that is i'ts not
a dark place, he was always afraid of it.
Maybe that is what I've loose, I think I must
come to terms with it. It's that time
of the year already when it's to late
for everything. To say hello and goodbye,
is this real, is it not,
no turning back, no way to run,
one eye blue and the other red,
one ear open and the other closed,
one hand reaching out and the other
clenched in a fist behind my back,
one sweet word and many a bitter silence.
Hand shakes and kisses, folks.
Telescopes and microscopes,
is all about points of view.

Hand shakes and kisses, folks.
I am what I am, nothing more than
the continuation of an idea.

Mims Oct 17

You cried me a river and named it the forgotten,
You spilled your brain like warm cider on frozen fingertips,
You melted,
You fell into what we called a 'sadness'
But now know as a 'false hope'
You told me everything.

Your idea of perfect includes me,
And my god am I flattered,
But baby,
This isn't love,
Can't you see?
You do not love me,
You love the idea of loving me.

chickn Oct 15

I have a thought
for you.
an idea I brought
for you.

you say that you don't want it,
it's a shame because I brought it
just for you.

Maybe there will be more to this in the future.
I don't know. It was just a thought I had.

The spark of creativity
or genesis of thoughts
defined as an idea
coming from a void

For the word Man
is translated as Thought
and thinking in itself
is action of Man

Basically gives you the entire gist behind the myth without doing what I did which was to read dozens of books with small excerpts about it.
Blois Oct 1

I don't feel like it anymore, I must say.
Maybe I should put up a missing person
alert for my inner kid. He must be hiding
somewhere, I hope wherever that is i'ts not
a dark place, he was always afraid of it.
Maybe that is what I've loose, I think I must
come to terms with it. It's that time
of the year already, when it's to late
for everything. To say hello and goodbye,
is this real, is it not,
no turning back, no way to run,
one eye blue and the other red,
one ear open and the other closed,
one hand reaching out and the other
clenched in a fist behind my back,
one sweet word and many a bitter silence.
Handshakes and kisses, folks.
Telescopes and microscopes,
is all about points of view.

Handshakes and kisses, folks.
I am what I am, nothing more than
the continuation of an idea.

Madi Sep 19

You know me, but you don't.
We're great friends,
but you don't know how much I want to be with you.
How much your presence gives me butterflies.
But we're just friends, right?
And it's not like I've been friendzoned,
because I've never even told you.
You have no idea.
So when you ask another girl, I'll have no one to cry to.
Because sometimes you just can't cry
to your best friend about what they did.
The worst part is,
you told me how you were up all night thinking about her.
And I know that she's going to turn you down,
if you ever get the courage to do it.
Because we're friends too.

When I first heard what you were going to do, I panicked.
I didn't know how to react.
It wasn't even you who told me.
But I hid that feeling and went on with my day for another hour.
I guess the shock made it easy.
But when I saw you, I wanted to start swinging.
But I still didn't want to mess up your perfect face.
You were so perfect, until I heard your secret.

I'll be fine tomorrow.
I'm sure of it.
I'll tell myself I don't care.
But then the next day I'll start crying again.
My emotions will be a rollercoaster for the next couple weeks.
Thanks for that.
Every song I hear will be about you.
Thanks for that.
And yet I shouldn't be mad.
Because you didn't know.
And you never will.

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