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iamgone Nov 2020
my mind may have layers
stairs and levels
twisting
and turning
halls and rooms
but don't be fooled
my mind is not
a building
my mind is not
a home
in fact
my mind
is where i get
lost the most
I can't find refuge
not even in my own head
what day is it?
Maria Mitea Sep 2020
One day,
a man was walking on the street his pride.
He stepped on the ground without noticing
the surroundings, and suddenly stamped on a piece of faeces.
  
The proud man was very disturbed about it.
“ You ***** faeces! Now my feet are *****.”

He was very angry.
  
Then the faeces started speaking to him

“ Whom do you call *****, you or me?
Do you know what I was yesterday?
Only after passing trough a human body
have I become like this.
Who is ***** me, or you?”
Everything in life has to be seen from different angles  ... If something smells bad it doesn’t mean it is bad. If someone reacts or judges it doesn’t mean is a bad human. If someone cries or suffers it doesn’t mean is a weak person.

There is in all of us a perspective from where we can look differently at things ...
Ken Pepiton Mar 2020
My blockchain locks war out.

By exectutive order,
war is not legal.

War is out lawed, right of conquest is negated,

will ye **** me for knowing war is a reason
liars made up for payback.

---
mundanityrealistic every day regular stuff at

the level of muons appearing in places

we expected muons to be,
we see
as we saw, you see

about .3 sec ago, you know, you are determined

to read this line and wonder did you read
read or the past tence
red
as a flavor is a harmonic device in simplificity

ifity bop.
ifity boo, ifty ever after now, who are you?
Good Lord, we have 700 thousand youtube channels, hulu goes five levels deep, you poets shoul know this stuff for the future's sake.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
The Leveler
by Michael R. Burch

The nature of Nature
is bitter survival
from Winter’s bleak fury
till Spring’s brief revival.

The weak implore Fate;
bold men ravish, dishevel her . . .
till both are cut down
by mere ticks of the Leveler.

Published by The Lyric, Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quartely and The Aurorean. Keywords/Tags: nature, survival, bitter, winter, spring, fate, weak, bold, time, levels, leveler
Darryl M May 2019
Is it wrong if I’ve given up on Life?
I move up, I’m brought down.
Humbled, I learn.
The lessons I hate.

Why judge the to be judged?
I blame life, yet I’m in control, or so I’m told.

What is ugly?
What is strange?
Is it the eyes you use for viewing?
Or is it the viewed?

Funny is fun, yet I see no joke in me.
Laughed at, laughed about.
Is it the tickles of the cheeks,
Or the crooked humouring ignorance you carry?

No apology paid for my looks.
No debts, no receipts.

Is the ******* all we’re living up to?
Is the finger pointing, the flag we *****?

I know there’s a place for me,
But I ain’t looking for it.
Is it life that I live,
If all I do is fit in?

No longer enjoying the comfort zone.
About to move to higher levels non-stop.
With a catch;
Never be comfortable of the steps you take towards Success.
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2019
No one
is ever

wrong.

We just all have
different levels
of

right.
What do you think?
Eefs Jungmann Nov 2018
Up
         Down
On  
     Off
Left  
           Right
What
                Difference
Does
    It
         Make?

Everything.
Sorry everyone for the delay. This came to me on a walk home from the bus. I'm not quite sure what it means yet but I'm open to hearing your interpretations!
B E Cults Nov 2018
we know the world from
what we see on the back
of a tarnished silver spoon.

you could make an art out
of the polish, seeking the perfect
patina, judging the skill
of others; that grotesque collective gaucherie.

I say drop it in the dirt
and walk off into that
whirlwind of unsullied
strangeness swirling
behind the perspectives
we value so much.

do what you want.
it is in your hands.
literally.
L Brown Sep 2018
How I feel has never mattered to you,
I sit with these feelings and just ponder,
How come you never notice when I’m not ok,
How does what you feel always trump little ol me,
Why do you continuously mistreat and use me,
How is any of this okay?
If this is the world that you are offering me,
I want no parts.
I’m good love, enjoy!
Arcassin B Apr 2018
DD
By Arcassin Burnham


we live for this break,
‎as much things as we say,
‎there's no room for mistakes,
‎I'll be one with you.

we fight different devils,
‎we beat different levels,
‎some have hearts like gravel,
‎I'll be one with you.

you're the,only one that knows my
‎struggles,
Sayings are so fresh and new,
I'd admire you and all the flaws,
Wish I would have knewn you soon.

Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,

being alone in this world could be the
worst if you know what the feelings are
worth,and so forth,
being alone in this world could be
the
worst if you know what the feelings are
worth,and so forth.
©abpoetry2018

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