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Waiting4TheStop Jul 2015
Some believe we’re placed, brought.
Yes, but for what? To leave our mark?
Nah, my ever hopeful brethren, we’ve all just been assigned a sinister character arc.
You see, this isn’t your story, not a brave journey upon which you must embark.
You have no control, it's simply a sadistically cruel lark.
To see how long it takes each one of us to reach our last resort.
(C) 2015
gabriel ackerman Jun 2015
There came a time when i finally realized.
there's no point in living this life.
I can't be who i need to be.
I cannot see what i hoped to see.
I try try and try again.
A vicious cycle to never end.
Endless hurt, endless pain and grief.
Don't you see what i mean.
I failed countless times.
Many more than would fit in this rhyme.
My point is i'm done.
I can't sleep and there's no peace.
This broken world doesn't really need me.
I wish i could just, give it up.
But, some won't let me, insisting my time's not up.
So i will sit here just awaiting.
The day when you are stating.
That I, have failed.
Ever get the feeling that theres no point
All this pain and hardship
Is it just a long road to nowhere
D Eric Pettigrew Jun 2015
A circular poem. Start anywhere and repeat as necessary.*

<=The point of a wave is that it is not=>
Alan S Bailey Jun 2015
Why do I even bother? The world is full of stupid lies,
Write this silly trash and it becomes another waste of time,
Perhaps someone will notice, of course nobody ever does,
It's just that we're ALL losers until we've "flown like the gods,"
This will be my last poem, I always promise myself it must be,
But eventually I cave and waste my time on another rhyme,
Fill the world with more useless verse that no one will ever read.
Alan S Bailey Jun 2015
Tonight, I put my best foot forward and failed,
My poetic flop, who cares, I guess it's better
To get 6 views in 17 minutes than 19 views in 15 seconds,
But who cares? No one is on right?
So what if I stink more the better I write?
I guess I'll just quit for good...like I even did ever know the first thing about poetry at any rate. Who cares.
gabriel ackerman Jun 2015
I will run and i will hide.
Trying to find what's left inside.
These dreams are broken.
All i had to say will be left unspoken.
Because i'm not going to make it it.
I can barely even move, only a little bit.
My will to try is starting to fade.
So i lay on the ground for days and days.
I try and rise to my knees, almost to a stand.
just to crashing back down to the land.
Just A little ahead a see a hill.
And in my heart i feel a frightening chill.
That was my destination, so close yet so far.
Now i cant move, as though my feet are in tar.
I close my eyes just to be frightened.
My bones shake and my muscles tighten.
I see all my fears and all horrors of this place.
Can't i die already, pick up the pace.
When i open my eyes i see the ones that I love.
Floating away going way up above.
I am stuck down here all alone.
I've been here for days with nothing to show.
So i close my eyes and give up all hope to try.
I'll silently wait here, waiting to die.
I know i don't write very often, but i'm in a writing mood.
Joy Entler May 2015
One thing I don't understand is the rush to be the best,
When in fifty odd years you will die,
And all that hard work gone down the drain,
What I don't understand is why we ignore death,
Until it is standing on our doorstep,
We live to die,
We die to perhaps live again,
But if this was true then we are an unstoppable cycle,
Bored of our own existence,
Until we ruin what we have,
And there's nothing more,
But oblivion.
Alan S Bailey May 2015
Go to sleep...think of all the things you can not see,
These arms that for all time will never again hold me,
These dreams mean nothing. Wake up, you're alone,
Think of being in a fun place rather than an empty home,
Go to the store...you're alone at the front desk, even here,
A crowded counter but no one can really serve your needs,
Alone in all the things you do, alone and never free to be,
Alive but only breathing, isolated as on a desert island...
This is the new age we live in, lab rats in metal cages,
Fed to the point we'll pop won't make life any less bland.

Welcome to my small world...and ironically, *I am better off alone!
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
A long time ago we'd go on outings
To see the natural world in all it's glory
I never really appreciated it enough,
Now after all this time I'm in mourning,
Life is but a blank wall, a passing day,
A pay check, a distant smile, sometimes,
I laugh when the timing is right anyway,
A solemn quiet giggle, waiting in food lines,
Doesn't it seem over the years something changes?
Every day just goes on to become a blur,
Nothing but vagabonds, hustlers and strangers,
I wonder what would be if natures voice were heard?

Seeking answers, help, I cry out, but no one is here for me,
Warmth, sunshine, the fresh ocean breeze, clouds floating,
It's all I can do to try to remember the rushing river, the path,
The fresh grass with the morning dew, free to choose ******.
It's all anyone can do. No one else seems to care but me,
I guess it's not very important to love nature, but hey,
At least you can always count on it being solid and free.
Everyone loves this country, everyone worships it,
It's imposing laws, it's noisy planes, it's pollution,
They never seem to be bothered by it one bit.
But me, I'd rather disappear than go on like this for life,
I need to find an unreal miracle magical solution,
Lucky me...no one shares my wish to move, my dream...
Just a memory!
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