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L Aug 2018
I think about you
more than you
will ever know

I think about you
when I’m travelling
to cities
I know
you would've liked

I think about you
when no one
wants to support me
because you
were the only one
always

I think about you
when my mom
lights a cigarette
because
I don't want
to loose her
the same way
I lost you

I think about you
when I´m drinking coffee
with my granny
thinking about
how we used
to chat
for hours
we three

you somehow
understood me
even though
I wasn't saying much

I think about you
when I´m listening
to worship songs
because I prayed
for you
and your life

I think about you
when I´m looking at you bracelet
which is now
around my wrist
instead of yours

I think about you
and how
you will never know
that I will always think about you
and how I will never forget you
I promise you I will live my dreams because you wanted me to
and I will think about you
every second of it.
I  miss you
Tuffy Mutombo Aug 2018
Life is a bulletproof vest full of stitches
Shot at on every block
While opportunity knocks
Misery rocks as it seeks company
When it does it also invites empathy
Sometimes empathy shows up
And other times  it doesnt

The Homeless hug blocks for comfort
While the fortunate beg for time
Is this all worth it?

Is dying rich more valuable than living broke?
Or is living broke more valuable than dying rich?

I ask this because a wound cut deep knows know value of who it hurts

Pain is ignorant, it knows know race or social economic status
It’s only agenda is to break us or make us

When death comes for us
No bulletproof can save us
Lonely Heart Aug 2018
Hidden thoughts on the canvas of another's mind.
Private deeds kept to oneself in the newspaper.
Hidden desires showing up in your finest writing.
Nothing can be hidden here
Be careful what you
Think
Do
Feel
Because it will eventually be known
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
I used to confess all my secrets to you
Now you do not talk to me at all
I used to be your partner but now
I am one step above a *******

Showed me how it feels to be in love
Used to kiss me every day
But then showed me how much love could hurt
When you ripped all of yours away

Trusted you with all my heart
You left me with an empty bed
Even after all the pain you caused
I believe every word that you said

Used to be happy together
Now I'm sad and on my own
You're fine, have work to distract you
I have nothing, I'm all alone

Used to gaze into your eyes
Now I'm staring at the wall
Used to think I was amazing
Now you do not think of me at all
It's crazy how fast time changes things
Isaac Jul 2018
At the end of our lives we'll think to ourselves:
what actually mattered?

Worries that seem so real right now,
by then, will all be scattered.

New generations to wave us goodbye.
It makes me stop and wonder why

we live without even caring about
the life we will all live once we die.
Written 30 July 2018
Isaac Jul 2018
Thoughts can be touched from no matter how far.
So think of good things no matter where you are.
Written 29 July 2018
harini Jul 2018
“not all that glitters is gold”
they say
he smiles
gold or not, he wanted to have it
needed to have it

his mind splits in two
limbs too heavy to move
thoughts rushing and falling
but they don’t
translate

he determines his worth by his work
the best
being on top means
there’s so far
to fall

his body begging him to stop
he can’t
he lost control long ago
the bottle draws him in
with the bitter taste of oblivion

the red haze of anger
residing in his blood
if you play with fire
they say
you will get burned

always second best
never wanted never chosen
over the ones who could do better
the air is acrid
his face twisted

bodies tangled
skin against skin
neon lights
dopamine and oxytocin and
want
Khoisan Jul 2018
After years of procrastination
You are the glow above the gloss
Sweet revelation after years of dating
As par and parcel of being
    alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
     literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
     asper this healthy older guy
devoid of physical whim zee

     unlike a inscrutable ******...so hi
there dear reader experienced
     by this self contrived Zen
minded nonestablishmentarian outlier,
     whose nonconformist yen
tries to steer clear of controversy,
     heresy, prurient wen
unless one happened

     to be eunuchized,
     i.e. sexless as a cold oven,
but similar to generic men
     this writerly hen  
pecked husband dully
     drumming, droning, and
     dribbling as a lix spittle
     aged chap housed within

     Schwenksville, Pennsylvania bailiwick
though far less inclined
     to whet ma lil atrophied dipstick
than some young buck
     at the peak of his ****** prowess
every now and again viz,

     aye feel a much slighter sensation
drubbing, crackling, and
     buckling mine body electric
and attempt to record
     re: font ten blue type
     boldface and/or Italic
such infrequently occurring
     fleeting Johnson magic

speculating why the
     hoo ha regarding mystic
spell binding codas,
     dogmas, and enigmas,

     an integral component naturalistic
within the calculus of life,
     when human species
     (parenthetically), naturally, inherently,
     and biologically opportunistic
akin to other organisms whose quixotic
antics allow NON GMO,

     MSG, and gluten free,
     and uncensored discussion
asper reproductive habits rhapsodic
with floral and/or faunal symphonic

emanations donning each their own
     "NON FAKE" trumpeting
spectacular humbly modest
     rubric, yet...universalistic
as being linkedin
     within the cosmic whirled wide web.
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