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BAS Oct 3
Everyone act the same
Its the same ******* allover again
Nobody tries to change
They all alike, yet different

I'm not perfect nor cool
But I don't play like that
I promised myself,
I'll never fall
into the very same rabbit hole

All of them want to be something
How can someone like them be special,
when they are all the same ******* losers?

However, who am I?
Am I better?
I need to make a change
Do the words speak louder or acts?
I need to break the comforting silence, how though?

All of them lie to themselves,
so they don't feel shame
Me included......
Also Poetry isnt my strongest, but is better than actual talking
(I wrote this while in Religious studies, *****)
Also english isnt my first language, so maybe some parts would sound weird, but i dont have much respect for english anyway
Àŧùl Oct 1
O stone-hearted beauty!
To forget you,
I'm trying lackadaisically.
To overcome your memories,
I'm not trying sincerely.
To love someone else,
I'm trying half-heartedly.

O cold-blooded beauty!
To love you,
I tried everything in the dictionary.
To change your prejudice,
I tried my best.
To convince you,
I didn't get my chance.

O unfeeling beauty!
To miss you,
Has become a habit.
To feel you,
Has become an addiction.
To want you,
Is an undying passion.
My HP Poem #2002
©Atul Kaushal
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow and the following day.
Last Friday. This Friday. Next Friday and the following Friday.
Last Week. This week. Next week and the following week.
Last Month. This month. Next month and the following month.
Last Year. This year. Next year and the following year.

That's quite a bit we pack in,
In the two years before we're three;
The last decade, this decade... and the next...  maybe,
But the following is for others to see.
Title taken from the opening lines of the soap: The Days of Our Lives
Days to the 70th. "What? Me?" (Alfred E. Newman)
Ylzm Sep 2
Circling Earth circling Sun
Circling Moon circling Earth
Days cycling within Months
Months cycling within Years
Wheel within wheel within wheel
Sphere within sphere within sphere

And a day is a day in every sphere
Their shadows of which on Earth
As Days, Months, and, Years
Life's inescapable rhythm ingrained
In Man, Beasts, Bugs, and Herbs
But only in Man do we count

In joy and sorrow we feel it passed
Fearful and hopeful all in ignorance
For Time's beyond Man's wisdom
Though they speak, a threefold echo
Each revealing, each foreshadowing
For on Earth as it is in Heaven

Yet Wonderful as it is, it shall pass
We know, for all Earth's given a Sign
A count, an unnatural cycle of Sevens
Of Seven Days, Months, and Years
The Seventh of Each, is a Rest
An Eternal Rest, An Everlasting Peace

Pondering What is Time, the Master of Time
Pointed to the Sabbath, and Ezekiel's Wheels
Jeremy Betts Aug 31
Kindness didn't always come easy
I spent far to many years angry
I thought there was no choice,
"That's how the world made me"
But that's not what comes naturally
It's simply not me

©2024
Xan Aug 29
Time is consuming
time is valuable
time is also a distraction
time creates tension and worrysome
while there is a way people can speed it up
just not you
a certain someone
my certain someone turns years into months
months to days
days to hours
talking to them for hours just feels like 10 minutes
ten **** minutes.
they've got me all around their finger
lovesick
all ooey-gooey
I cant even say good bye without trying to keep them
all to myself
only to me
mine
mine only
my favorite person is only mine.
You Dreamed about it for years,
Worked hard most of your life to get there,
Your golden years,
The only gold, you found or see,
Is in your *****, when you ***!

The original: Tom Maxwell 8/6/2024 AD
Karijinbba Jun 16
"I got cancer here."
My Kemah King said, pointing to his nose.

"Cancer in your nose?
Liar, I thought!
I didn't voice it!-
"I don't want you to die"
I thought, yet telepathically
my gold- heart read my mind word by word.
How I love you, adore you,
live long, healthy happy prosperous.
Hey handsome wild bird of paradise divine,
Will you cut off your long nose then hu?,
(I asked, inwardly)
Hu Handsome Pinocchio!?
~~~
It's been 50 years, how do you do?  Surely with your prosperous wealth, you are in abundant best of health care anywhere on Earth!
Beloved Kings among Sheikhs.
Perhaps joined your space ship crew towards that new found peaceful world.

Oh you rddjpc! Handsome Roddy traveler Pinocchio, of mine!

Infinite true love,

AsgBba.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba.
2024.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=BVfZu-3aRt4&feature=shared
George Krokos May 13
What!? You say you're tired of living,
well, I think I know what you mean
as I also don't regard myself being
particularly, at all now, very keen.

The last couple of years have taken their toll on me
so much so that its become obvious for any to see.
The affairs of this world are just one thing I've considered
but what are the things I've done which haven't delivered?
________
Written in 2023.
A reflection on my current health condition and well being.
Do you remember when
We would walk in winter
Holding our breath in the chilling wind
Waiting to see who was the winner

Or maybe the summer skies
The fields where we hid
Isn’t it funny how time flies
Especially now that we aren’t kids

What about the ol house
The one that was condemned
Remember when you go scared of that mouse
Aren’t you glad we settled in the west end

I can still see the look you gave
That time I brought home that raggedy old car
Back when money was hard to save
Or course we never worried about setting any bars

It’s been a long time now
And each day with you feels like a thousand more
I shake my head sometimes and say wow
For how could you fall for me and not walk out the door
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