#adultlife - Hello Poetry

roaring beast. steam obsolete. i wish my hands. to see them fall apart. crackling dry. the crust in my eyes. moon oh please, let me be free, from this ******* heat 80 degrees. i thought i had grown, but it’s just the moss on the stone. my heart no longer beats with the rain. i just stay inside all day. i look her in the eyes i see no reflection i miss the girl i used to be and if this is adult life it would’ve been better to die at seventeen

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Jun 10, 2023

Jun 10, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC

buddy-t

regression

roaring beast. steam obsolete. i wish my hands. to see them fall apart. crackling dry. the crust in my eyes. moon oh please, let me be free, from this ******* heat 80 degrees. i thought i had grown, but it’s just the moss on the stone. my heart no longer beats with the rain. i just stay inside all day. i look her in the eyes i see no reflection i miss the girl i used to be and if this is adult life it would’ve been better to die at seventeen

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She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times” Here’s the trick These are the times, right now while you’re alive These are the times They don’t have to be old to be good And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then it’s not the end The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends You don’t even have to be good friends By good I mean close, or speak often to know How the times have changed you both so much I think of you often but never draw you close or touch Or come close to the words I want to find so much You are living in the good times now If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component I’m not living in the moment It’s standing up and not using your feet It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe It’s different for everyone Its here before me These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern? Life is a quilt of different times that I quit Then started again Getting back to your friend Give her a call, you promised

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Jun 28, 2018

Jun 28, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC

Itwaspat

Different For Everyone

She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times” Here’s the trick These are the times, right now while you’re alive These are the times They don’t have to be old to be good And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then it’s not the end The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends You don’t even have to be good friends By good I mean close, or speak often to know How the times have changed you both so much I think of you often but never draw you close or touch Or come close to the words I want to find so much You are living in the good times now If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component I’m not living in the moment It’s standing up and not using your feet It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe It’s different for everyone Its here before me These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern? Life is a quilt of different times that I quit Then started again Getting back to your friend Give her a call, you promised

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We should get married, Shouldn't we? Is that a nod, Do you agree? Should we expect Two to three? Will this car be enough, Should we plunge For a bigger house To store our unused stuff? Can we make the payments, Will I be promoted, Or will I loose my job? Parent/Teacher Night's tonight, I'm late for the rehearsal, I've got to go coach little league, After Health 'n Safety Training. Am I homophobic? Am I alcoholic? Did I see gray about my temples, Crow's feet around my eyes? Am I gaining extra weight, My waist is twice my height. I have lumps and grunts I didn't have before, I hear thumping in the night, Did I lock the doors? And this is just our personal life, The world outside is crumbling: Brexit, Walls, pipeline horrors, The Amazon Rain Forests. Acid Rain, O-Zone, Isis (And throw in North Korea), There are multitudinal crises, All conspiring succinctly, With too much sneaking thievery, Adding grist to an angst-filled life. Do I really need to ask, What will our kids do, When they leave their angst behind To be worry free as you.

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Apr 16, 2017

Apr 16, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Angst

We should get married, Shouldn't we? Is that a nod, Do you agree? Should we expect Two to three? Will this car be enough, Should we plunge For a bigger house To store our unused stuff? Can we make the payments, Will I be promoted, Or will I loose my job? Parent/Teacher Night's tonight, I'm late for the rehearsal, I've got to go coach little league, After Health 'n Safety Training. Am I homophobic? Am I alcoholic? Did I see gray about my temples, Crow's feet around my eyes? Am I gaining extra weight, My waist is twice my height. I have lumps and grunts I didn't have before, I hear thumping in the night, Did I lock the doors? And this is just our personal life, The world outside is crumbling: Brexit, Walls, pipeline horrors, The Amazon Rain Forests. Acid Rain, O-Zone, Isis (And throw in North Korea), There are multitudinal crises, All conspiring succinctly, With too much sneaking thievery, Adding grist to an angst-filled life. Do I really need to ask, What will our kids do, When they leave their angst behind To be worry free as you.

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