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annh Mar 2019
We are all dictionaries;
Collections of words,
Defined by our commonality,
Refined by our uniqueness.

We edit and omit,
Abbreviate and compound,
Expanding our vocabulary,
In the hope of rewriting our yesterdays
Into a best-selling tomorrow.
‘The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.’
- Jean Cocteau
William A Poppen Mar 2019
So far away
The shooting
The killing

So close
The anger
The hatred

Viral scenes
Confront us
If we click
If we open our eyes

Who is our fellow traveler
If not you
Both near and far

Produce stuff
Consume it all
For tomorrow
We may die

Some gain
More and more

Others do more
With less

What does
It mean
Essential

Fluff, excess
Surrounds us

The question is
Not who is dying
Rather the question is

What is dying
Is it
The planet

Here we roam
Waiting
Beneath the shroud
Matthew Vargas Mar 2019
Overwhelming desires
Burn fires
Into the heart of my soul
I wish to grow old
And live without regret
with memories I will not forget

Tomorrow is filled with chance
Love, pain, art, sadness, dance
Endless opportunities
Boundless liberties
So bring your wishes
Bring hugs and kisses

Because today is beginning
Happiness is winning
Let the morning sun
Guide you to adventure and fun!
EmVidar Mar 2019
You claimed
My freckles were like the constellations
However, All stars
fall

-em vidar
part of the unconventional love series
Matthew Mar 2019
Do you remember our hopes
to reach for the stars?
We've fallen so far
back
We can't wait for Yesterday.
laura Feb 2019
The sun will rise
With a new day
And chase the dark
Of night away
Yesterday is
In the past
So make these
Moments last
While in the past
There may be sorrow
There is the hope
Of happiness tomorrow
Not one of my favourites (or even one of my best) but I just thought I'd share it. written October 2, 2018
Bygone are the maybes of yesteryear,
Make way for the probably's of today.

Goodbye,
Gone are the ways of those festering years,
All those tears of sorrow.

Twenty-Five years, and far too many fears,
Have given way,
to the absolutely,
The easily,
The finally's of tomorrow.
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