When you don't have it,
You feel the urge,
It might be just an infatuation,
You want it at any cost,
You see nothing else greater,
Nothing else precious.

It could be a person ,
It could be a thing,
Or some place you wanna be,
Or some future event you want to get to.

Now when you have it,
You don't value it much,
Ignore it for your simpler ****,
Its there, for you it doesn't matter,
You feel you deserve Something/someone better.

Value whatever you already have
Love people in your life,
Cherish every moment,
Be thankful to whatever you got,
Live life to the fullest.
CHEERS !

. . . You
**** me, you
Are the best thing that has ever
Happened to . . . Me. . .

YOU BELIEVED IN ME!
I WONDER
WHAT HAD YOU SEEN IN ME
THE ULTIMATE ERROR,

IF THERE’S SOMETHING IN ME
OR THIS IS JUST A DESTINY

IF IT’S PRE-WRITTEN
TO BE THIS CLOSE
OR JUST THE MATTER OF CHANCE

DO YOU BELIEVE THIS!
BECAUSE
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

She was a modern Red Riding Hood in disguise,
As sly as a fox,
I had flaws too,
I was broke but spent like the rich.
We painted the town red,
Had gala time  in bed.
Suddenly she left without a word,
For me,she was good riddance,
I was knee deep in debt.
Out of the blue she resurfaced with a baby boy,
Claiming the child was mine,
Mother said,"Do the right thing."
So I married her.
Soon she realised I did not lay golden eggs,
Instead I was persued  day and night for money,
She disappeared  leaving the boy with me.
Again mother said,"Do the right thing my son."
So I had the DNA of the boy and mine checked,
It did not match,
I had her tracked,
I left the boy with her together
with the copy of the report.
I could not keep something that was not mine.
When I returned home mum gave me a bundle of notes,
She said,"Do the right thing,
pay me later."
So I paid off my debts.
I work hard and stay within my earnings.

All the thoughts that collect in my mind right now lead to biting... TMI

A phrase sewn into the very fabric of my thoughts and words,
Let's be weird for a second so that I can feel normal,
Its been awhile,
We all know the feeling,
There is a selfish stench that covers the true sincerity of being on the end of a babbling mouth,
Word ***** so I've heard.
A price for the anxiety driven conversation,
That, one, I? you?
Just want to end by revealing that too much has been shared and all of **** will open to devour the chosen who failed to keep the mouth shut,
Speak it anyways,
Just yesterday I thought about *******, indeed I did,
How little, how much, how long,
It's not hard to know this moment,
Where a sensation overcomes experience,
The slip,
What a beautiful snipit of what matters,
Taken away,
Becomes some sort of "okay,"
Unless controversy over ego and ego draws a tarnished line of how much I and you know,
I really can only focus on one subject within this,
Uh,
It took me like 8 times to even begin this one poem,
I kept getting distracted, love, children, being a teacher,
Following tangents of conversations and panicked assumptions, those normal thoughts that see the warning signs of danger,
Light up a cigar and say "**** it,"
Charging full speed into the unknown,
All of that kept me from drawing a conclusion to why I really wanted to tell anyone that I like biting.

Plummet-less
I feel gummy
I do 'the correct thing'
and move on ;
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