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Mark Toney Dec 2019
Walk by
Wok buy
6/27/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
eva-mae coffey Nov 2019
I cut all my hair off yesterday.
8 inches of golden rays gone.
The blunt ends now sit upon my collarbones.
it’s softer.
I like it.
Bansi Adroja Oct 2019
Fair-weather love is all the rage
like plastic wine glasses
lost in the grass

A summer haze

Fair-weather love is all the rage
And we are just having one of those days
Forever
A M Ryder Aug 2019
The kids are going to do
What they want to do
They may have just ruined their lives
On an impulse decision
Whose to say what works ?
You find somebody you like
And you roll the dice
That's all anybody can do
Crown Shyness Aug 2019
You didn't think it through,
Did you?
Now you're lost,
Because you don't know what to do
"Impulsiveness."
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Is a ‘reaction’
an initial impulse to act
after an experience?
Do reactions
get us into trouble
when we act out the impulse
without first self-introspecting,
becoming aware of emotions and thoughts,
self-evaluating emotions and thoughts,
and self-correcting emotions and thoughts?
For example:

A toddler cries
then her mother slaps her hard
then regrets the slap
when her toddler cries more miserably.

A youth insults a man at a bar
then the man punches the youth hard
knocking him to the floor unconscious
struggling to breathe,
then the man regrets the punch
and regrets getting arrested even more.
astiani hayn Jul 2019
We are an atom built within the galaxy
Wander and mingle for the sake of acceptance only
Sacrificing the only thing we own to get to the zero gravity
Hence, is it all really worthy?
Hopeless Outlet May 2019
Just a little chaos
I noticed I'm looking for a bit of fun
and oh so many will run
they don't get you
Although in a way I do

The mind is a storm
of feelings and words
I'm a captain braving the storm
they told me it's not worth it

And maybe it isn't
but I just want a bit of fun
CL Fjell Apr 2019
My impulses guide me again and again
Light in clear path yet I stray toward sin
A hand grabs my shoulder to pull me back in
A familiar face, room, and warmth from within

Sweet fragrance of the void of which I cling
As I jump I start to hear the angels sing
Their singing growing to a shrieking sting
Oh god how I wish I still had my wings
Think about your thoughts
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