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Em MacKenzie Oct 2019
I’m waiting patiently to wake up
a living nightmare where I’m always stuck,
this thing called life that I have no desire for,
there’s a million exits but only one opened door.

So I raised my happinesses tolerance
now referred to only in the past tense.
Two sides and two faces; who decides which is best?
I just don’t know which one I recognize less.

My only saviour has been running late
but I promised that I would always wait.
She says I’m acting too stupid when she knows that I’m smart,
it’s these little contradictions that rip all apart.

I’m trying on all shades of purple and white,
I’ve gotten bored of only blue and red each night.
Why say so long when we can just say goodbye,
all that’s right is wrong and we feed truth a lie,
that’s the similarities and differences of you and I.
“Two; no more, no less.
One to embody the power,
the other to crave it.”
A fool who failed to realize his flaws, flabbergasted at the thought how he has yet to reach fruition; can such fallacies formulate for this long?

Even foes forge wars against such fundamentalism. But you, a felonious man, has no fear of anyone at all.

It's futile to fight such a closed-mind fiend of a man, fraud and fictive thoughts has already permeated such a mind;  for his ways are fragile, fruitless and foul like a dead tree of figs.
Close minded people are hard to communicate with.
Fullfreddo May 2015
~


not a fan of reality TV,
plenty of "unreal" episodes
of my own direction stored,
available for further review
in the storage units of
neuronic black and white prison brain cells

which is why I have free~will chosen
to enumerate my poem~videos;
for easy retreat retrieval resurrection
of the travelogue of mind own insurrections

a garage of mobility devices,
car, rollerblades, cross country skis plus,
a potpourri of escape methodologies
that by definition are all round trippers,
returned to their storage unit after use

and I count them Noah~like,
two by two, as they come on board,
and when they disembark for days of
rest and recreation


this one, #4,
is born
among headstones,
just anther memory storage unit
specialized,
flag decorated,
but different

This is a one-way,
no return,
unit

but
it can be viewed at anytime
by those who care to be users,
by speaking this:

Read to me poem number four,
on a day we celebrate,
about free men of every color and persuasion,
who are calling out to
open the door to storage unit four,
so we to can perform
our once-a-year
Tour of Duty
to the those who called,
and answered with limb and love,
for by their glory,
we are
free too


to remember in any way we choose



~
memories of a veterans parade,
on a May Memorial Day
Ylzm Apr 2019
Notre Dame Burns
Jerusalem Obliterated
Raised in Three Days
Yet Persists Wars and Bitter Hatred
Z Mar 2019
29
"i'm always fine"
i've said that line
a thousand times before
that everything's okay
i'm sunny, i'm funny,
don't touch me
don't call my name like it's yours
i see blurs of peppermint and fingerprints
a hedonistic temperment
supplying my internal wars
that you don't have to fight
and it’s not your fault
but don't assume this is easy for me
to be what we were once, formerly
i feel too much, i overheat,
you touch me and i stall
Whisperer Mar 2019
Don't hide your scars from me
Don't bottle up those tears
Don't give me those fake smiles and "I'm alright"'s
Don't cover up those wars you're fighting
Don't hide those poems, that tell how much you've burned
I'm just trying to make you feel okay..
Don't look away
I'm just trying to make you feel okay
But all you do is walk the other way...
Jashn Jan 2019
Heart still beats
With no life attached,
Blood still flows
To rush, to stop fast,
Brain still thinks
When nothing left for thinking,
Eyes still see
The destruction hesitantly,
Mouth still opens
Saying everything by being quiet,
Ears still listen
The words of death and decay,
Nose still inhales
What we call not as air,
Hands still work
Trying to pick the life we lost,
Legs still walk
For peace, to the end!
Last few years saw a deadly rise in pollution and global warming. And it's not surprising that glaciers are melting fleetly which adds to the increase in the water level of oceans and if this continuous, it'll be scary to see our favorite coastal cities drowning in the tears of mother earth.
Not only this, our natural habitats are also getting affected due to our irrational thoughts and works.
Poetry is an impressive way of raising awareness. So give your best in providing mother earth a peaceful, clean, green, and happy environment.
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