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Madeleine May 4
To whom ever finds this bottle
My message is to you
I want to say now
I'm sorry If It sounds like I'm venting
But really I just want to tell someone
What's on my mind
And a little about me
But not know who I am telling
For some reason
That is comforting

I myself am not the brightest bulb
And I may make you want to
Hit your head against a wall
Sometimes many in a day
Because I spoke faster than my mind
Was thinking
My mind is weird
For if you ask something of me
I know I can do it
But yet my mind has a panic mode
And in a way forgets how to do it
Or the item you wanted me to grab
I question it for some reason
Even though I shouldn't have

So yea I am not all that smart
Sometimes I feel really ******
And just worse than dirt
And it's hard because I know
I am
Smarter
And better than that

I do have my moments though
Where I don't always think, rather act first
But it manages to put a smile on your
Face and make you giggle
That usually helps to make me feel better
But thinking back I feel dumb
But remember that I made you smile
And so I smile

I try my best to do better
For I love learning new things
And doing anything
That sounds different
Or fun
And an adrenaline rush
I will say yes to
Because that is such an amazing thrill

I may not always make sense
And sometimes I struggle
Putting together my thoughts into sentences
I get there eventually
But I get there

So if you're okay knowing
this little Bit about me
I hope this message
in this bottle
In your hands
Finds me
But if you do not wish
To want to know me
Then toss me back
Message in bottle
for someone new to find
Steve Page Apr 29
My kids, they prophecy daily,
young men recount their visions,
pensioners dream their dreams,
fired up for holy mission.

I wonder about those like me
caught in our middle ages.
What did Joel have in mind
for men in mid-life crises?

God tells me I'm still chosen,
I still do qualify
to bear ripe fruit, to share good gifts,
to live without compromise.

So as the last days come much nearer,
as our mission nears completion,
you'll find I pray more readily
to herald his coming kingdom.
Acts 2:17-18 quotes the prophet Joel:
17 “ ‘In the last days, God says,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
   your old men will dream dreams.
18 Even on my servants, both men and women,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days,
and they will prophesy.
Listen,
I still have deep feelings for you.
But I’m not gonna be chasing you.
I refuse to be your puppet that follows your every move out here.
You blew your chance when I gave my all in the beginning.
You played on that. You broke that bond.
It’s your fault why I don’t love you the same, my love.
And yet, I’m willing to give it another shot
for redemption.
I just need you to open your eyes.
You know I’m more than a “good man.”
Stop running game. Stop running this race.
Cara Anne Dec 2021
Please, just leave my head

Instead, of convincing me

I'm better off dead
Ken Pepiton Dec 2021
Try this, it's {like}kid baseball, no grownups,
and only mental no hardware,
eyes glazed, as we accept
- we saw him, baseballman,
- corner of Santa Monica and Western
he played this same game
but we are
all grown ups, for the session, and we
volunteered, but we
do not
at the moment recall, reconnect, reconcile
one
mind, o
, my god. wjatdewdotame? tamed me?
blamed me? shamed me, got'amyou,
made me
the father of others who know I never knew,
but they knew, why
her and all her kids knew, eden was mine,
the I traded that
for her,
without ever
really, with out, out most ever, knowing
why I never noticed, she knew just
what to do, and I never learned,
wham- thankyewma'm

why did the guy never know, really war is wrong,
and she knew, yet she set herself as prize.
Who knew,
they all knew, able proved n'able was a name
for those who found it funny to hurt with fire
and smoke and savory fatted beast feast fired

desires to know, more, moremore, barren womb
more rave ravening black wings now mean
mean and I mean it, I win or I die, I try
umph.

and a more is a matter of opinion,
some times,
it feels staged, inserted for drama, as if drama,
is a god, or a guardian spirit,
per haps
may haps, we creak, and stretch our spine n mine
pops, gas, escapes, internal pressure adjusts,

a sigh,
you may be reading
for pleasure, less likely you came this far for
the upaginthewall-weall-alley ****** at the core,

as you think, mmhm
in your heart you are,
re-
swing low, sweet chariot, I got no place to go.
And this ain't hell.
And I oughta know.

So, merry message
of the annual effort
to enjoy
on purpose
conciliation apprizals as to
what counts
gift or thought behind it?
Because I have the power of the press, as it evolved in context of good news distribution effect.
Nigdaw Aug 2021
I will try to write
as often as I can she said
sounding as though some grand letter
would arrive through the post
in her best copper plate script
but she actually meant
that she would text
an off the cuff half arsed
comment on the state of her life
at that actual moment
accompanied by pictures
if I was lucky
I almost told her not to bother
but then if I did
I'd probably never hear
from her at all
evolove Jul 2021
ITS TIME TO CUT THE HEAD OFF SATAN AND GIVE EVE THOSE BEAUTIFUL SNAKE SKIN BOOTS SHE'S LITERALLY BEEN DYING FOR.

EVIL MUST NOT AND WILL NOT PROVIAIL.
IF IT MEANS DEGENERATES BLOOD TO BE BE SPILLED. THEN SO BE IT.
DIE FOR EVERYTHING. OR STAND WITH NOTHING.

IF YOU DONT THINK MEN BREAST FEEDING BABIES IS DISGUSTING, ABUSIVE AND SATANIC. THEN I'LL THROW YOU IN THE LAKE OF FIRE WITH THE REST OF THEM.

CHRISTIAN MEN STAND UP!!
Christian, message
her entries Jun 2021
Is the world-shaking, or is it just me?  
Sweaty palms,
Shortage of breaths.
Unease.

“Oh no, I feel like throwing up.”
I wish the world could pause right now,
Even if it would only last for a few seconds.
Few seconds is what I craved.

I canceled the plans with my girlfriends.
I canceled the staycation that was booked one and a half months ago.
I canceled the language class I was supposed to attend.
Parts of me was actually excited.

Until the thoughts started forming in my head,
Leaving me stuck.
I cried.
My friends asked me, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I’m thankful that she asked. However,
I wished those words would give me comfort.
I wished I could say something to answer those questions.
I wished I could put my emotions into words.

My friends said, “It’s okay. You will be fine.”
Will I?
Will I ever be okay?
It was as if I’m learning to breathe,
But the fact that I’m underwater.
I am swamped to think
about the massive problem
that the universe has given me.
It only makes me furious
and I think I will get awful day,
but someone whom I love texted me and also supported me
by sending her selfie.
She is gorgeous.
I don't feel
that I've lost my flithy mind.
Everything she gave made my day runs effortless.
She is adorable.
My heart feels comprehensive.
Indonesia, 8th June 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Armand Jun 2021
When the clouds moved away
I could see the sun again
First the rays carried words that
Spoke in a form I cannot give
To the paper I write on.
You made those words clearer,
I had to utter them in a way, I
Knew others could understand.
I started with the things I
Wanted, but ran empty again.
You gave them more meaning
In my head, than I could on paper.
My poem had to end, but my
Heart kept those tiny whispers close
Forever
Read only the first words of every line
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