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James Newman Sep 2019
it's getting really hard to keep caring
everyday I keeping pushing on for no reason
maybe its hope that guiding me along
but most days hope seems like a pipe dream
 keeping up appearances for everyone Else's sake
 that's what a good child does
 most days I live in a dream
 a dream of something I try to be
 something people can be proud of
 I always fail at what I try
 and everyone is so nice
 pretending not to notice
 don't know how much more of this
 I'm willing to walk through
 but I guess time will tell
Tell me what you think
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
In helter-skelter everyone scatter.
I joined the rest of  
legs to jump gutter.
Everyone is an Africa  jet.
Flying dug above the  moon.
Countless permanently fell to  
the earth.
Now east is a hell
and north,an earthquake.
While west is a flooding ocean.
Forked lightening
and thunder guard the south.
Yet the center is slippery.
Death is calling everyone.
Our Eden became ***** and Gomorrah.
I ran to undestiny  
destination,
being pursue by guns and cutlasses.
Panting like hunting  dog.
I stumbled and fell into a trance.
I saw an old blind woman,
too blind to behold darkness.
Jubliating with hands
placed on her head.
Mother can't recognize her child,
let alone an eye desirer.
I am as helpless as  
helpless herself.
I was so paralysed to stand up.
I gazed at her with eyes of mercy
but was posses with  
legs of paralysis.
Because life race is forever.
Continually falling
and rising
in dying and living,
I ran to an edge
I lifted up my head
and saw a gun
pointing at my forehead

— The End —