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I wish I could fly,
like an eagle in a sky;
I wish I could use a hug,
like a warm coffee in a mug;
I wish I could swim like a fish,
and could also delete one of my bish;
I wish to see everybody clearly,
all those who treated me severely;
I wish to have Newton's mind,
So that I could do something good for mankind;
I wish to have a friend,
Who wont hesitate to share things till the end;
I wish to tell that girl how much I love her,
because I think we are just opposite of concur;
I wish to have a magic door,
So that I could run away whenever I'm abhor ;
I wish to live a peaceful life,
But it is not possible because everyday I have this new strife.
Renhui 4d
When the moment of "make a wish" comes
For my birthday celebration
I touch the center of my belly --
      the naval --
And quietly thank my mother
For giving birth to me
And wish her health, joy and forever
      connected to her mother
      and our lineage
The naval is my connection to my mother and our mothers.
Imagine trying to geminate in a stony land
Aiming for the sky to be part of the constellations too
Finding a way between the stones worshiping gravity.

Imagine becoming a star, burning with curiosity,
While the gods who brought you to this world keep shooting you everywhere like a confused lightning.

Imagine your parents mapping their afterlife through your skin
Poor parents marking treasure maps to an innocent soul “KUGATA”

Imagine being taken to doors of prophets, Pastors and Sangomas,
Only to grow up hating neither.

Imagine a pregnant teenager
Who is yet to find her direction
She travelled to heaven through my eyes
(Swati word)KUGATA is a ritual used to be practiced by most South African tribes, where they cut the skin of child to protect him from evil spirit as he grows.
Sangoma is a traditional healer (Zulu/Swati word)
brinn 4d
Last night I dreamt
That You were here with me
That You left that girl
And realized I was The One
For You.
You kissed me
And I swear, for a moment
It felt real.
So much passion could not
Just be a dream.
But seconds later I woke up
And I checked my phone
Only to see that she posted a picture
With You.
I laid back down and
Closed my eyes,
Because that's when I realized,
My dreams are the only place
That You and I are together.
I can’t wait till I grow up;
We say while we are still in school.
Sick of sitting in classes;
Until we can’t feel our arses.
Going on school trips;
Looking for homework tips.
Preparing for the ‘real world’;
Misunderstanding that word we heard.
I can’t wait till I grow up;
Or that’s what we think.

I can’t wait till I am working;
We say while we are in university.
Sick of sitting in lectures;
Learning of new textures.
Going on drug trips;
Grabbing a girls hips.
Preparing for tests;
Getting barely enough rest.
I can’t wait till I’m working;
Or that’s what we think.

I can’t wait till I’m retired;
We say while we are working.
Sick of sitting in a cubical;
Dating that girl who is beautiful.
Going on business trips;
Missing the feel of her lips.
Preparing for five o’clock;
So we get stuck in traffic lock.
I can’t wait till I’m retired;
Or that’s what we think.

I wish I was young again;
We say when we retire.
Sick of sitting alone;
Unable to throw a dog a bone.
Going on hospital trips;
Getting put on another drip.
Preparing for the worst;
The day that family bubble bursts.
I wish I was young again;
We say at the end.
sixtine 5d
i’m wishing upon a star tonight.
i really want you to be mine.
but i know you can’t come home til nine in the afternoon.
so here i am singing this song to you, from the stars.

it’s 11:11 pm.
i hope you’re coming soon.
but if you need a friend, then lease just say so.
I’m missing you, I’m missing you, and you’re missing out.
til then, i’ll see you again soon.

i threw a clean penny to the lake.
i hope and pray i didn’t make a mistake.
this penny meant a lot, but you’re worth more.
my heart soars for you.
adieu to you.
lyrics to an original song i wrote
Within my soul I am lost
Weak for a need to comfort me
When I can't feel your presence
Your energy distant & cold
Within my soul , I am lost
Searching for the desire
I desire to be desired
Sadly no desire do I find
When you go you take away
you shatter parts of me
cutting & left bleeding
all over my soul
Within me , I need to hear
I need you to speak to me
any way you can
Within me , I need to know
I just need to know
© Jennifer Delong 10/14/18
May rivers flow into streams
And stray in whatever direction they need
In order to reach the inevitable sea
To all those that have passed me by. I wish you well. I wish you peace. I wish for you the inevitable sea, in which we all must swim. Forgive, yes, but also flow away from me.
Olivia Nery Oct 11
i miss the way
you used to look at me
i miss the way
you would talk to me
i wonder if
you wish like i do
i wonder who
i was to you.
Ken Pepiton Oct 11
This one day I was awalkin' down the road,
to Chicago, winter o'seventy, worst in thirty years,
'saw this young fella in a army jacket, shiverin',
his feet was cold.

I walked up and said hello, you don't know me,
but I saw your feet was cold.

I got some dry socks and bread bags that'll
keep'm dry, you can have 'em if you will.

He said thank you, sir, real polite, but
cold feet is what I'm gettin' past,
gettin' over it wit m'mind. A guru taught me.

Ain't working is it?
I saw your feet was cold.

Nah, it ain't, now yah mention it, and I'm hungry.

So he bought me a burrito, and I told him about angels,
and how some say cold feet are symbolic,
one told me once,
many's the wish gone awanting
for lack of a reason to try.

I had cold feet, back then.
walkin' to Chicago, tryin' to. Again,
wit my mind. And bread bags, this time.

Angels, I believe in, they all are helpful as can be,
within parameters, y'understand, but evil angels,
ain't no such a thing.

Not no more any how. Jesus fixed it, came and saw,
damright, conquered war by loving and forgiving,

All while the Iron-legged montrosity from Italy,
was squishin' Jews and Christians in mud

that stuck like clay to the Iron-legged beast.
Ironic, ain't it?

You don't know? Whoa. These are the last days,
all the sealed up stuff that lion's den guy
got from the angels, messages from YodHeyVodHey,
Jesus's our father, from the prayer,

on earth as in heaven? There ain't no evil angels
in any heaven you ever imagined somebody imagined.

Loki, don't count. There's jokers in heaven.

Mark Twain imagined a hellish heaven,
but saw no evil angels there.

They're mythic materially, literal wills o'the wisp.
The idea of evil hybrids,
that was then.
This now, now angels are all they ever were,
messages in the medium.

Mediums are something past medium now, hot or cold,
media-evil memes can manifest from a mob in the medium,
but they are bubbles,
right? Professional testers of the patience of the saints,
protesting the end of time,
so what?
I keep hearing words that are fun to write, so I write them. And I like the idea Sam Harris has about what Jesus bomb might be imagined to do, if all things are possible under these circumstances
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