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Try Dec 2018
you can't game & watch the clock,
that's how you lose another stock,
she run away with your cash,
its a smash and dash,
over in a flash,
at least you still got to tap dat ***,
sitting back puffin da herb,
think how its so absurd
that 69 be the cap
in smash,
that's the ultimate smash,
****** innuendo
right in front of your face,
hurry up and get your fix,
that taste,
that glaze all over her face,

© Try
for all those who are enjoying Super Smash bro Ultimate
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Have you ever thought why?
If give and take was the
ultimate measure in life
what did we give to be born
to gain the life in the first place?
K Balachandran Mar 2018
all the time eyes search,
for that one, absolute, truth;
unknown, but right here!
Bella Dec 2017
You were my ultimate love
and I dove in head first
Kaels Dec 2017
are we even real
what is breathing
how do we exist
why are we here
does anything actually matter
are we all alone
is this a simulation
or are we all dead
maybe I'm just dead
and I'm a ghost
and no one has the heart
to actually tell me
or maybe I'm the only one alive
and I don't even know it
is this afterlife
do we live in multiple dimensions
and its all a test
and we pass the test
and move on
to the next stage of being
but does anyone know
how can we be sure of anything
when we are told
what to think
from the moment
we enter this world

still adding questions......forever
MU May 2017
When it comes to big decisions
We often don’t want to decide
Because we have some motives to hide

We don’t want to share them
Because we are afraid
Of what might be said

We are afraid
Of people who have power
Over our feelings and thoughts
Who’s bad opinions about us
Feel daunting

Or because us not wanting
The expectations of others
To be lower

We are afraid
Of not appearing perfect
And pretend that nothing has it effect
On our decisions, thinking,
And emotions

We are afraid
Of digging deep
Finding something that creeps
The hell out of us

Were are afraid
Of searching
Because the path
Long and steep
Might lead
To our **** truth
As dark as an abyss

But its amazing
Why the most difficult thing
For us to understand
Is ourself
When we are with ‘it’ a lifetime
When we can hear it think
Feel it feel
Watch it change

It makes we wonder
What we were doing
All this time,
Beside not understanding ourselves?

It makes me think
What worth have all these shelves
Of books and diaries and pictures
If they don’t help us figure out
Who we are?

It makes me ask
What value traveling so far
Around the world has
If it doesn’t make us
Tackle the ultimate task:
To understand
Were we stand
From accepting
Our essence
That Justifies
Our presence

The wise keep repeating
Know yourselves...
But we keep deceiving

Yet the most important thing
When dealing with ourselves is
Not to lie
The most important question
To ask ourselves is
*“Who am I?”
A semi-poem half-prose that I wrote yesterday when thinking about my current situation and that of several people I am in touch with.

Its odd, but sometimes several people, including myself, go through the exact situation at the same time, and need the exact same realisation:

I seems that the roots of most of our problems go back to lying to ourselves and not knowing who we really are...
Äŧül Feb 2017
I will be happy with her.

Loving her day & night,
On the bed or in the lounge,
Venice like environment,
Electrifying my nerves.

Your memories do not let me live,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Usurper of our smile will stay away.
My HP Poem #1441
©Atul Kaushal
At first I thought that will she ever be mine
My thoughts said yes she will be
Gradual were the thoughts
Mellow was the love
Then with a gesture it all became a hipe
I wanted her, I wanted to be hers
She was the one who could hold me
She was the one who could tell me
Yes I was the one
Infinite looked the time
Gestures were getting stronger
Finally a day came when it changed
She was having chaos and the mystic answers to those chaos were only with him....
She will be yours the mind the heart whispered again and this time they were together...!
Sean Hunt Aug 2016
‘Inception’ implies
Much more
Than the word
That is commonly heard
When we dig deeper
This well has no bottom
Dive like a swan
Into that pit
And you’ll not find
The end of it
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