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Bitter Senses Jan 2019
Sunday morning
the world is so silent
but I hear the struggle inside,

Sky is glowing
just get in the car
I don't care if they're looking for us,

Scared of running
but when was the last time
you felt like it's worth a try,

God is laughing
as we keep on planning the future
but who decides?

Who decides?
It's a twisted fantasy life but
who decides?

Who decides?
Is it only a day or infinity waiting for us?
who decides?
sometimes you feel trapped in your own life. There's always the question of "what would've happened if I chose to do that thing differently?"
you would probably be in a different situation, asking the same question but still,

can't help but wonder
Lin Dec 2018
What is real?
What is not?

Am I an illusion?
tryhard Dec 2018
i do not know
to be honest
what or who i am
or what i should be
i know not
why i am here
or any other reason
to stay a little longer
but what i find
just as hopeful
is i still do
despite not knowing
i am fighting
for a cause i cannot yet name
i am searching
without the assurance of finding
something is keeping me here
in the pointlessness of everything
and i do not why
but i am staying here
and as you can see my entire life is an existential crisis
Keiya Tasire Dec 2018
The question rings as a rattle on my cage.
"I am writing poetry" I answered.

He mumbled, "I thought you were playing Mahjong."

I exhaled hard, "I was. I won two games. " I said  with a little aggravation.

"Hum..." he said, then all fell silent.
I did not respond.

Only the sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard continued
Until he could not stand it anymore, "There's news today. The USA is pulling out of Syria."

"Hum, that's good." I said.

He said, "I am sure the families of the soldiers that are coming home are happy."

"Yeah, they probably are." I said halfheartedly as I continued to write.

"Israel is still worried about their borders."

Sarcastically I replied, "Maybe they will build  a wall."
The sounds of tap-tap-tap on the keyboard, continuing...

He said, "Yeah, maybe Trump will help them."
I stopped typing.
We laughed and I continued to write.

It was quiet for just a moment.
Then he said, "What'cha doing now?
We both laughed out loud!!!
And I finished this writing.
Humor goes a long ways in soothing rough edges.
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