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A M Ryder Aug 2019
The arrow endures
The bow string's tension
So that in the release
It can become
More than itself
Johnny walker Jun 2019
I was like wolf who had lost
It mate when my wife passed away left to fend for Itself all alone
In cruel and vast wilderness of Isolation a now lone wolf that would now hunt away the
pack
Treking alone
away from the pack he once belonged too through the blinding white of hard driven
snow
No
longer belong or go back to the pack to now live alone survive life In a now vast world
of
Isolation
Losing my wife was like being left like a wolf without Its mate to face a vast wilderness fend for Its self
Nigel Finn Feb 2019
Talking about our feelings
Can benefit our mental health
And, with that in mind, I'd like to say;
Anxiety can **** itself.

It sneaks up like a ninja;
It knows the art of stealth,
But I have to teach it new things;
Like how to go and **** itself.

It bothers me with social stuff,
It screams about my wealth,
Until I can simply take no more,
And scream right back; "Go **** yourself!"

It's a nasty little demon!
It's a horrid little elf!
It's the thing I hate the most,
And it needs to go and **** itself.

Yes- talking about our feelings
Can benefit our mental health,
And, with that in mind, I'd like to say;
"Anxiety can **** itself!"
E McNamara May 2018
I was killing myself from the inside
Once it overflowed to the surface
It bled through my wrists
I had told my body to hate itself
So it tried to drain itself
Notes
Robin MacCuish Sep 2017
We'll be ok
There's smoke
The skin burns
We'll be ok
There's a voice raving
The words burn
We'll be ok
Boots are marching
The elderly roll six feet under
We'll be ok
They wonder: why did you forget?
We didn't forget war we wanted it
We'll be ok
He raves
War war war war war war
We'll be ok
The boots march in tandem
And disappear
We'll be ok
The elderly roll six feet under
They wonder: Didn't we fight for your peace?
We'll be ok
We didn't forget war, we wanted it
Life is tough, but even
In the darkest of times you can
Find some good.
Everyday you'll find some good left.

In the darkest hour, in
The middle of the night--
Sleepless and thinking--
Each day is a new chance to
Live and
F**ind the good in the world.
©2017
McNally/Flanders, Inc.
I wrote this a while ago and haven't had a chance to upload.
Song title by Glass Animals
Äŧül Dec 2016
Tricks and higher education,
Training and development,
I let artificial intelligence,
The Android A.I. system,
Suggest me words and phrases,
In an experiment where I am,
Letting the poem write itself.
An Artificial Intelligence experiment held.

My HP Poem #1352
©Atul Kaushal
Kathleen Nov 2016
If soldiers ride under the flag of someone else's dawn
what choice do we have but to march right on?
So he says, "Just like god I never meant to be,
and just like time you'll never know the end of me"

"Your answers lay in the middle of an enclosed glen
I wonder if you dared to step right in"
He says, "Just like god I never meant to be,
and just like time you'll never know the end of me"
Äŧül Nov 2016
A poor heart is one which finds
No companion
Along the way of life.

A poor person is one which cuts
Another onion
Seeking just to weep.

A poor soul is one which haunts
No one else
But only & only itself.
This loneliness devours me breath-by-breath.

HP Poem #1252
©Atul Kaushal
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