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Pax Jan 2016
I'm so fond with my failures
that I tend to forget
the little good
things I
achieved.
So
its time to
stop loving them
and let go
...
.

a reminder,
a quote
...


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Joe Wilson Jan 2016
Battered by life, yet courageous still, he struggled with each step as he climbed up that hill. He lived all alone, he was now eighty-one, for his beloved wife Alice had long since passed on.  And the shop in the village is at the top of the hill, he walked up there slowly on odd weekdays still.

He promised his Alice that he’d never give in, though it was hard he took it on the chin. And to her memory he climbed up the hill every week, not saying much, he’d no breath left to speak. But there was another good reason why he went up like that, the cemetery’s up there and he went for a chat. With his Alice, who he loved for the whole of his life, who made him so happy while she was his wife.

He carried his bag with a flask filled with tea, and a small pack of biscuits which he ate about three. Together they chose a nice spot near a tree, where a bench had been placed by the council you see. He sat down and chatted to his Alice with a smile, and then listened as she answered him after a while. He knew that some people must have thought he was daft, he told this to Alice and together they laughed.

After a while he gathered his things and then said his goodbyes as he now  turned to leave. There was always a teardrop that fell from his face that he wiped away slowly on the edge of his sleeve.

He carried on like this for so many years, until finally he too turned to dust, but the message he left with his Alice for us, is we should love for ever, we just really must.

©Joe Wilson – Beyond that hill…2016
Joyce Jan 2016
This world we are living in.
We all want to fit there.
Want to be loved with tender
loving care.
Searching and finding.
Take losses and keep fighting.
Feel love feel hate.
Hope you will find your soulmate.
Find a nice job and
spend time with friends.
We all want to happy in the end.
Your health is your biggest wealth.
We want to live our life
that is so meaningful.
But life isn't always beautiful.
We will get our heart broken.
And going through struggles.
We can't always protect ourselfs
from troubles.
We can't live in a safe big bubble.
Just remember what ever comes
on our path.
We have to deal with them and it will
make you stronger.
Stay close to what you believe in
and love and be proud
in all your achievements.
These are my evening thoughts
for this moment.
Steven Tran Jan 2016
Okay - used to express assent, agreement, or acceptance.

The feeling between "happy" and "horrible"
"Okay."

The response people give when asked "Is everything alright?"
"I'm okay."

Don't be "okay.".
Be sad
Be mad
Be happy
Be angry
Don't be " okay. ".

Don't accept or agree, just cause its easy.
Don't think you don't deserve better.
Don't think you are alone.

You are loved.
You are on a journey.
You will face hardships.
You will struggle.

But you will be better than okay.
You will become strong.
Jemoh Mar 2016
One born every minute is the order of the day
Everyday brings with it blessings and curses
The arrival of the new one can be a blessing
Yet it may be a curse for the newbie

What does the world have in store for us
The struggle doesn't stop
For life is rigged with constant ups and downs
New hopes and aspirations dashed
Dreams turn into nightmares

What did we do wrong
It seems like a merry go round
Yesterday solutions are today's problems
It's a game of cat and mouse
Catch me if you can!
When will this stop
As I drift in the middle of this body of water

This vast abyss reminds me of our time on the earth


The waves unpredictable 

Yet you can see them coming


The sun cool at first

But then grows hotter

These people that either give you hell or give you help


This storm of bad fortune

Makes the waves grow taller
And the people grow smaller


As they go away to their shelters to leave you at sea

Because when this place is at it's worse

That's when you are left alone 


That's when you must fight the wind and the waves all by yourself 

To get back to where you belong
Maria Sinoway Nov 2015
You thought yourself
as nothing and yet to
me you were everything.
You were the spilled ink
on my paper,
and the words that left
me choking.
You were the struggles
and the rewards.
You were nothing but
my everything.

― *My poems dear boy,
     Have always belonged
     To you
For J.T —
You are my
everything.
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