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I smiled
And you smiled back
At times
We laughed hard

As Usual
But hope this feeling is mutual

We chatted
Like we used to
Seem acted
You're in the movie too

Unusual
But hope this feeling is mutual

You speak
With your eyes in silence
While I breath
Yet my heart is quiet

Unfactual
But hope this feeling is mutual

You loved
In privy
I love to be loved
More lively

To be factual
Hoping this feeling is mutual
Common is uncommon nowadays
#mutual or #one-sided
Tony Tweedy May 30
I thought to write a poem but no subject came to mind
and though I racked my brain not one topic could I find.

My head was full of nothing even though I had a need to rhyme.
But no matter how I strained it was quite simply a waste of time.

I sought to look for inspiration in the reading of a  new book
but I never really found it, despite all the time it took.

Perhaps I could find motivation in some TV and the news,
But that made me feel quite weary and so I took a little snooze.

Mind refreshed from sleep still no thoughts of what to write
and so it has remained through to these small hours of the night.

My desire to write a poem to entertain you as you read
has all come to nothing, so many hours later, I must concede.
A lot of time gets wasted
Pepper Dove May 21
There really wasn't much to the day
A bit of sun
A bit of grey

Leaving me with room to think
A sip to numb
A heart to sink
Organizing our travels, subconsciously,
Or with intent, we confuse our own mind,
Different, ideas, plans, changing directions,
While not forgetting, the what if’s, and whys,
With the, I knew better than that, or I know,
I just can’t think of it now, I should have tried,
Now thinking about it, their story, was a big lie.
Then we head out in the world, acting like were,
Confident having life figured out, our **** together,
Knowing nothing last forever, soon clouds will form,
Drift our way, thunder, rain, called stormy weather.
Oh, we cannot forget the guessing, experimental,
Ideas, we are all inventors, on different days, then,
The story to praise our self, and often exaggerate, lines,
The final thought, we all have experience, answers come fast,
If things do not work out, like that simple picture, in our mind,
The three W’s, who, what, or why, messed it up for us, this time.



The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/18/22 AD
11:00 am
Zywa May 6
To want what you do,

to do what you want: I think --


That's the life I want.
"Binnen de huid" ("Inside the skin", 1954, Han Voskuil, published in 2009)

Collection "Not too bad"
Zywa Apr 29
Thinkers just follow

the path of their thoughts, curious --


where they will arrive.
Collection "The light of words"
abhinav Apr 10
I got a Voldemort filled
inside my brain
a world exist where
door ain't remain.
A world governed by
testo and dopemine
everyday feel like making it rain
sleepless nights feel like jerking
aside the thoughts inside barking
futile because already gave in
flesh and bone
where sins cave in.

Feel like fly in Venus
ain't working out with Jesus
so lemme call out to star
bruh lend me few Winnie
to fetch me some honey
as i rather have pitch up deep than to sow and let it reap
thinking and thinking till it leads
to ******* scar that feeds
grooving epidermis making it bleed
it's like god handing out seeds
and I ain't getting one because of my deeds

Landline, laziness the line
bed's the mine
set foot there goes the crying
all i do is sit back and rhyme
hiding sorrows in these lines
hoping you'd save the day
like the Dre
back when shady was stray
Pray, I pray none's listening
is my existence so grey
pillow talking all night
only time i get to voice my say.
I wrote this back when I was in a bad place... Well never opening this door ever again... i hope :(((
Nexus Apr 3
Still awake, the day mourns when suddenly it dawns.
This life is not norm, no it is far from.. and why was you born when life is a chore, you're bored and so sore. You can't do this no more?
Can't keep that head up, nor that jaw? Is it fair? I'm not sure.
Suddenly lost it all but what do you loose when you're already  poor? When you have nothing to show for your time on this ball.

Regrets creeping in and makes itself known, with a deep fear of sleeping you wake with a frown. the mind plays it's tricks and time disappears, you're an adult now, don't even know how.

Again it's the morning, your life is repeating,
you're constantly snoring and need a good beating.
Why can't you stop yawning, constantly day-dreaming,
Don't stare at him now, he's going to start bleeding.
Wasted time.
Listen,
I still have deep feelings for you.
But I’m not gonna be chasing you.
I refuse to be your puppet that follows your every move out here.
You blew your chance when I gave my all in the beginning.
You played on that. You broke that bond.
It’s your fault why I don’t love you the same, my love.
And yet, I’m willing to give it another shot
for redemption.
I just need you to open your eyes.
You know I’m more than a “good man.”
Stop running game. Stop running this race.
Tony Tweedy Apr 1
If there were but some other place,
a place where shadows do not grow,
I would go to be there in that space,
where happier things I just might know.

Away from fear and hurt and pain,
and so many lonely, empty days.
Perhaps to see the sun's light again,
to feel a joy while my spirit plays.

If only just once more a time to see,
not how things are in my everyday,
but rather how things were meant to be,
before things decayed and went away.

Trapped in this unlit shadowed place,
of the loneliest and very darkest kind.
Forever lost am I, lost without a trace,
A prisoner of my own overactive mind.

There is no other place that I can go.
No other place to see...
there is no other place, I will ever know.
there's only me....
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