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Alan S Bailey Sep 2016
I am told by others "just be 'yourself,'"
But your hair is so clean
Your teeth are so straight and white
And your skin is so soft and sweet
I could "never" be your "equal"
Your working life is "so complete"
People everywhere always need you
You have your own life, partner and home
All I am to you is some stepping stone
I will "never amount to anything" to you
And "that is why" I'm always alone
And who cares about me anyway?
I'll just "run back crying" like I do everyday...
Might get a few views. It's another slow day, it's fine, I gotta go to bed sorry I wasted more time.
Dornish Bastard Sep 2016
In this endless loop
where I'm denied my escape.
Can't leave so I stay.
The problem is that
the ones I love want me here
much more than I do.

*******, here we go again.
Everyone seems like they were so much older when they were my age,
They always knew what to do,
But for me, for now,
My brain is still buffering

I can't quite make it one full day,
without wishing I were a kid so I could go out to play.
But as a kid looking at the men standing tall,
I always wanted to be one of them,

But no, it's not just what it appeared to be,
From my vantage point in my beech tree,
For I'm still the same kid, only two feet tall,
Dornish Bastard Aug 2016
She stepped into sunlight
Hair a caramel river

She knew I was looking
She just knew

The moment she turned back
And smiled at me
Hit me in the chest like a brick

And just like that
I couldn't stop my smile

My heart wasn't mine
It was hers

Stolen
Like my breath

But that's fine
Because in that moment
She was defining light

She was golden
And that moment was mine

Forever
Sometimes you just have to write a thing so bad you don't care about structure and well...
I've been wanting to write about this moment for a long time.
I'm glad it's out of my system.
J Aigboje Ohiro Aug 2016
Ideas are like the wind
they come and go
like common cold
they come with goals
like ball and post

some we achieve
others we only perceive

but one thing constantly remains
after they have buried our remains

more will perceive
few will achieve

why?

because some will be cowards
and others will be forward

that's how they will exit
and their ideas exist
in a place where ideas are luxuries
just because they refuse to persist.
The Grave yard is the place with the most ideas... Find your purpose and never should you be afraid to live it... Life is short and no second time on earth, make every second count and don't forget to enjoy it, while you are at it.. cos no matter how long you live death must come..
Beleif Aug 2016
Stillness. There is no fire causing havoc in the forest.
There is no floodwater to wash away the dirt it rests upon,
Screaming a song. The birds are mellow.
The squirrels are hiding. My back rests against a maple tree.
Imagination is free, but bound by peaceful things.
My thoughts can wander freely, but the woods are dull.
Can you sing me a song? My plots fall flat.
Falling... though an endless void. There is only black.
This mind is useless if my tales are null.
I already drowned the rabbit hole.
Silence. I already egged the nests,
And boulders keep the bears at rest.
They're sleeping. The woods are sleeping. The trees still standing,
And I'm still humming this same old tune.
Sing me a song and inspire me, nature.
My mind is scattered as I stare at the wide expanse above
Wondering many things at once in a split second
Debating deeply how much everything else would come out
Arguing over myself how everything will fall down

Like papers in the wind my thoughts soar high
Up and up they go into the midnight sky
Fluttering aimlessly and screaming silent whispers
Creasing and folding to the might of the relentless air

My eyes water as my mind swims in a pool of thoughts
Grasping for words and ideas I could put together
A raft of poetry or phrase to save my tiny speck of a life
As tears ran down with every second  I stare at the flickering hope

Deep withing my thoughts a beast awakens and bellows
A tsunami of emotions surging past my wall of lies
Tearing down every brick of pretentiousness away
Washing ashore fragments of my self-loathed insecurities

So here I am with my face to the empty night sky
Staring hard as I could for a star to swoosh by
My mind pondering on fears of my own future
Like papers in the wind myself I torture
What I am thinking when I am alone. Mostly scattered thoughts about irrational and rational fears of my future and the uncertainty of tomorrow
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2016
The day I die
I will loose all my self-ishness
But the worthy wealth of my ideas
Will live on by itself

The day I die
Will see the very end of me
Albeit, good deeds of mine
Shall explain the best in me

The day I die
My skin and bones will go to nothingness
Though, I'll still be here
In the nature's very essence
Death is just the beginning of a new phase...\m/ Follows a b c b rhyme scheme.
Steve Page Jul 2016
As I mature
I'm getting so much better
at distinguishing
between the inspired ideas
and the drug-induced ones.

If only politicians could do the same.
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