#2001 - Hello Poetry

Mens sana in copore sano so they say which these days is a worry as the sedentary blur sees a time-lapse of my fattening *** shift marginally on the sofa while the pallor of my skin makes corpses wince and message u ok *** Given my increasingly potato shape what state will my cabbage brain be when they finally give the all clear? When we are once again allowed near I envision sitting with my primates grunting fear as the brave one reaches for the monolith

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC

drunkenkind

Couch potato

Mens sana in copore sano so they say which these days is a worry as the sedentary blur sees a time-lapse of my fattening *** shift marginally on the sofa while the pallor of my skin makes corpses wince and message u ok *** Given my increasingly potato shape what state will my cabbage brain be when they finally give the all clear? When we are once again allowed near I envision sitting with my primates grunting fear as the brave one reaches for the monolith

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We used to invite you, Come September, Come. But now we wait for you to end, As the wounds you gave still bleed. What we lost in your days is life, More than life, we lost our love. We remember New York, We remember Munich. So please hear our plea, End September, End.

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Sep 5, 2019

Sep 5, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC

Atul

End September, End

We used to invite you, Come September, Come. But now we wait for you to end, As the wounds you gave still bleed. What we lost in your days is life, More than life, we lost our love. We remember New York, We remember Munich. So please hear our plea, End September, End.

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In those strawberry fields, it seemed They all marched too alive and real. The unknowing, maybe sensing, screamed “There’s no Jericho here to heal!” In no small way, I understood, The child watching that television, There was more evil to match good, When a plane made its second collision. That’s when we realized the hardness of tomorrow Mistakenly seen enough to tell This was an attack our hearts had to sorrow This, we knew, when the towers fell. Still, we remember those things we felt And try our best to seize the day We remember when those watching knelt Heart broken or fighting? Too close to say. Beneath the rubble of the truth - Heroes, lovers, sinners, thieves - Beneath the terror of our youth - We are all these things beneath. That does not mean we are all to blame Though, every one of us is lost It doesn’t mean our mistakes got a name Even still, we must pay our cost. In our busy lives and concerning fates There is a truth we must admit As the prices rise and the moment rates We must be reminded not to forget There is a time to step back and see At the demanding cry to all be free That all that is asked, is a prayer to be To Him, as He sorrows - cries… Remember me.

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

adifferentangel

Remember Me - September 11th

In those strawberry fields, it seemed They all marched too alive and real. The unknowing, maybe sensing, screamed “There’s no Jericho here to heal!” In no small way, I understood, The child watching that television, There was more evil to match good, When a plane made its second collision. That’s when we realized the hardness of tomorrow Mistakenly seen enough to tell This was an attack our hearts had to sorrow This, we knew, when the towers fell. Still, we remember those things we felt And try our best to seize the day We remember when those watching knelt Heart broken or fighting? Too close to say. Beneath the rubble of the truth - Heroes, lovers, sinners, thieves - Beneath the terror of our youth - We are all these things beneath. That does not mean we are all to blame Though, every one of us is lost It doesn’t mean our mistakes got a name Even still, we must pay our cost. In our busy lives and concerning fates There is a truth we must admit As the prices rise and the moment rates We must be reminded not to forget There is a time to step back and see At the demanding cry to all be free That all that is asked, is a prayer to be To Him, as He sorrows - cries… Remember me.

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"Oh the humanity" The words of tragedy, Repeated throughout, American history. "Oh the humanity" The terror among us, The flames that rise, A burning mess. "Oh the humanity" When humanity is, The biggest problem, and the deepest pain. "Oh the humanity" Don't you know, That we the people, Will rise again.

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC

Sahmeiraa

Tribute

"Oh the humanity" The words of tragedy, Repeated throughout, American history. "Oh the humanity" The terror among us, The flames that rise, A burning mess. "Oh the humanity" When humanity is, The biggest problem, and the deepest pain. "Oh the humanity" Don't you know, That we the people, Will rise again.

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