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Andrew Durst Oct 2017
and whether you want to hear it or not-
time eventually runs out.

and I know it's hard to accept
and I know death is
often times
petrifying
and it's okay to
be afraid
of what you do not know
because
I too
have no clue
as to what
awaits me on the
other side.

All I know is-

there is one.

After all this suffering.
After all this grief.
After all the highs to
low's and
the dramatic
in-betweens-

there is more to this life
than simply being here.

And a part of me would like to believe
that what we do here;
matters.

And even if it's a tiny gesture
or a massive shift in
humanity-

we all play our part.

We are all tiny messages
in fragile glass bottles
that we are too scared
to break out of.

Life is unpredictable
and we-
foolish and naive-
take our opportunities
for expression
for granted.

It is senseless to keep
anything back.

It is asinine
to believe
anything
less than
transparency
will bring us

freedom.

It won't.

Say what's on your mind
before it's too late.

And don't be one of those people
that say they

can't.
The Trumpoet Aug 2017
When Donald Trump gets up to speak, you simply never know.
Will he seem sane or ludicrous? Just which way will he go?
Will he stick to the teleprompter, presidentially,
or rant his way to la-la land, lost in a fantasy?

Will he just share the facts and make his statement strong and clear,
or ramble, lie and shout and spread division, hate and fear?
When needed, he reads from the script, but looks like he's in pain.
He'd rather spout what's in his head, no matter how insane.

So when we all see ****** Trump, it's plain to see the fact,
that Presidential Trump is just an unconvincing act!
You can also see this and my other Trumpoems performed at: trumpoet.com.
Link: https://youtu.be/skBttGmh7EU
Written: August 24, 2017
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
The will of the Heavens
weaves its creations
great tapestries
of love and
grief.
A short poem I wrote in my journal during my walk passing a cathedral.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
I've encountered people who often told
me that when I stumble on the edge,
the fall would
****
me.
In truth, it's dependant on the lens you
choose to look though.
On the edges of life,
you can be killed as you
fall
or
as you
land.
Another poem from my journal.
Elise Jackson Jul 2017
Rain is only tragic when unpredictable.
Day 21/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.
Debanjana Saha Jul 2017
What is life all about?

Working like a machine.
Holidaying sometimes
and meeting people
we know closely.

But every now and then
With change of the time
Shifting and shuffling
Keeps happening
In and around
To figure out again
what’s mine and yours!
But most unpredictable it is,
to figure out what life is!

-02/07/2017
Life is all about changes in
different dimensions of life
Foram Adeshara May 2017
You are like a rain,
Sometimes pleasant, gentle soft.
Sometimes unseasonably heavy.

You are like a night,
Sometimes moonlit, misty.
Sometimes extremely dark and cold.

You are like dream,
Sometimes blissful and romantic.
Sometimes bizarre, incomprehensible.

You are like a talk,
Sometimes heart-to-heart.
Sometimes ribald, scurrilous.

You are like a wind,
Sometimes gentle.
Sometimes strong gusty.
stand your ground
because he won’t understand
why he still hasn’t found
who you are and what you’ve planned

hide away
for he can’t know
that you’ve decided to stay
because there’s nowhere to go

forget that feeling
because he might feel it, too
you need to keep running
he can’t get attached to you

and once it’s too late
he won’t let you fall
you’ll see how funny is fate
and how unpredictable is love,
after all
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