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H A Vitatoe Jun 22
You say
Do not hold on to
Material Things
That we take nothing
with us
When we die
Did you know our God
For have you not
heard from the heavens
Nor seen the sky
You and me
were nothing more
an idea
That came to life
When our Father
used his hand
Artistic mind
Forgive me
as I  hold onto
the simple things
in this
Material Life
The things
that matter
& I
ethan gaskill May 25
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be there
I don't want your money
I don't even care

I don't feel like living
Lord take me now
I'd turn off my breathing
if I only knew how

Time seems like a waste of time
but you won't waste mine

Walking a tight rope
on a razors thin edge
I've lost all of my hope
I might as well be dead
A Simillacrum Feb 28
How many minutes
will I live through this mess?
It's a grim question
unanswered as of yet.
How many sleepless nights
will I begrudgingly survive?

Way to go, me. Sad brain.
Pontificate suicide.
She's the ***** beast
with the pike teeth,
picking up on the vein.
She will not leave. She, Me.
Forever & I.
A Simillacrum Feb 26
How am I
still walking
still breathing
thoughts & feelings?
How am I
still drinking
still eating
in the earth's stomach?
Feeding myself to feed you.

Feeding myself to feed you.

. . .

Wet fingertip offered to the wind itself,
summon me personal heaven,
please, summon me
personal heaven.

Flat foot big toe tapping out the pulse
of the bare ground on concrete,
asking heaven of
the soil. Pleading.

Feeding myself to feed you.
Happily happening,
as but a terrible chance.

Happily happening.
There may be those who have more than you
However only in material value
They might possess a bigger bank balance
Drive a better car
Live in a luxury mansion adorned in splendour
Wear attire bearing famous names
But they will never be as free as you
Even if you were a bird in a cage
You'd still be freer than they are
Because you hold freedom of mind
Written by Sean Achilleos 24 January 2019©
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IncholPoem Jan 14
Maternal and  material

Material  needed

    for factory  and
    human life's
lifelong  requirement
for   material.

  For matte  to  be
or  the  empty innovativeness
                   of  mind
  required  material.

For  apparel  business
               first  basic  thing  was  

Also  for  love

   attraction  and  sentiment
are  two  material.

A  childless wife's
sister's  solid
material  is
her  maternal.

Which may  not
    out  the  hope  for  the
wife  is  only  for her

A  daughter's relation
      with  wifeless  foreigner
ma  turn  into  maternal.

A  sister's  relation
with  her  brother's  boyfriend
will  turn  into maternal.
A ringing in my ear
The soft cry of children
My innocence slaughtered
Where did time go

I lay here awake
Aware of the mess
Who dragged me from my bed?
My fists are cut and ******
And the bottle lay empty
Another night out?
Butchered tree in my pocket
There’s more to it than this

An endless road lie yonder
The heat waves friendly
I see you but hear nothing
I don’t wave back

Another left behind
Learning new ways to walk
Have we forgotten how to live?
Worshiping false idols
Media is a speedy vehicle
Inebriated driver behind the wheel
The minds of the masses
A thirst never quenched

I laugh as I know
And wander off the road
I think I found a new place to go
The land of maize
But I’m not lost

I have no place to be
Do you?

The new place one finds amidst the chaos of society can either be physical or mental
Cam May 2018
To those days of thinking,
where something on our mind
just makes us stand,
and stare.
Where we feel lonely and empty,
yet surrounded,
by the furniture,
the walls and the clutter,
the clutter we continue to procrastinate about,
“I’ll get it later,” repeating to ourselves,
The mess grows more everyday.
She is broken,
heart broken,
she recently got the news on note,
the note she holds at the tips of her fingers
says written in black ink,
“move out, it’s over.”
She had just woken up,
to a lonely bed and a lonely house.
She slips on her yellow and blue stripped underwear
and white collared shirt before
she approaches what was once the living room
full of furniture and decorations,
What is now filled with her belongings.
Clothes, paintings, pictures,
all scattered,
in and pouring out the brown-worn out boxes.
It is quiet and still
like the painting left hung on the naked wall,
she stands,
and thinks.
this is material thoughts. a poem based off of one of my favorite artist, sangram majumdar’s paintings, “Material Thoughts”
Bharti Singh May 2018
Yesterday, less was more and merry
Today, more is less and dreary
Tomorrow, happiness will be history
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