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Man Nov 2020
he stopped me, a little further ahead of him
on the sidewalk
he said
"I've lived this life before"
"and?" i asked

he just looked at me and walked along
Joanne Russell Nov 2018
Theres a quiet "tick tock"
In the chiming of a clock
That seems to drain your life away

But since your already dying
Theres no use trying
And this is probably your last day

The floor is stained maroon
I didn't expect it so soon
But now you lay there is decay

Your death was all too sad
And really quite bad
But I think I'll pass on the dismay
idk
Hariharan S Dec 2015
This breed.
Unlike those who are ignorant.
Ideas arise from their heads.
Make their minds look pale.

This breed.
Their thoughts are unfinished.
Unclear, to be precise.
And they will have an opinion even on someone’s ****.

This breed.
They stagnate when the times arises.
Question, when the world needs answers.
Panic when the struggle subsides.

This breed.
Thinks of his pen as a rocket.
Thinks of the rocket as a fumigator to repel the pests from the whole wide world.
Thinks that what he thinks is truly imaginative.

This breed.
Put.s a full stop whenev.er he wants to.
Makes a simple sentence sound convoluted.
Just like the one above.

This breed.
An uninterested advertising copywriter.

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