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#badtimes
life is full of good times, bad times and everything that blurs the lines. my good times vary, overseas trips, and my heart doing flips. but the bad times, they run the same script; you aint good enough, never will be, what a trip! now, the in-between, seems so dull not to mean anything, but it's mine. my life is full of good times, bad times and everything in between.
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 2:26 AM UTC
good times, bad times and everything between
Everything will be alright soon, my friend All your miseries will end You are a woman of great fortitude Positive, has always been your attitude! Everything will be alright soon, my friend With your family, do you share an amazing bond You are an excellent wife and mother With your around, will there be nothing to bother Your beautiful little kids I understand life can sometimes be quite hard However, there's nothing you can't conquer Because, you are a fighter!! Everything will be alright soon, my friend For yourself, will you not have to fend Because, have you an awesome family Not for long, will you stay unhappy Remember, God is there for you As well as your loved ones Never, have you committed any sins So, take care and chin up Today is probably just a blip Again, everything will be alright soon, my friend Really, will your bad times come to an end All you need, is a bit of faith May the Lord bless you with loads of love, happiness, peace and good health!!
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Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 3:21 AM UTC
Everything Will Be Alright Soon, My Friend
As you wander down this road That we call life, Nothing will come easy Except the bad times
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC
Bad times
You treat me bad in your ****** times Every time I wonder what was my crime With every approaching luxury You felt my happiness is compulsory The good time comes and goes The bad time comes and goes I adjust with all your temperamental I always express you as gentle Here is the end of the story This repeating cycle is my glory.
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
A Common Story
She has seen it through all her life, Hardships, failures, pain, everything sad. Her magnificent work was never awarded, Neither were her good deeds acclaimed noble. Her thoughts were laughed at, Her ideas always neglected, Misunderstood as being highly ideal. There is a whole Her world inside, Untouched by any soul. She felt sorry, when letting her emotions out. There were none to listen to her, None to lighten her pain. She has always wore this fake smile, Pretending everything is alright. But her inner self knows, she is tormented. The good quotes irked her, Since she has had enough of bad, Yet, her heart always speaks of trying again and again.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
She is an introvert
the resistant does clatter its ends against the machinery, it does so clunk and rattle against the current which runs through to the chosen one, the Brother of Entropy, his unwavering foot-heel in the doorway between Insanity, and Stability. He does, however, take some time away from his breathing, amounting to a few moment’s silence. In this cold night, he holds no name or title. Not yet. The world is not ready for his being, and his being remains underdeveloped enough that its energy is just shy of a sunlight’s beam and so he sings to the empty halls, the resistant current, the rusted gears,                            “Where do the old souls go?                              Here? There? Or inbetween?                              Do we matter to matter? Are                              we warm and foreboding enough                              to bear resistance to the dark?” The dark dances between candlelight. Brother, father, creator: it means nothing to that which cannot see goodness, or light. And so he breathes again, and shoves his boot further through the door
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Entropy
ALL  DAYS AREN'T SAME NEITHER THE SADNESS PERSIST NOR THE HAPPINESS It was fun when we laughed together but it hurts,to wipe my tears alone The stage doesn't scare me being alone at backstage does hurt me It doesn't  when you chide me it hurts when you show no confidence in me It didn't hurt when you pushed me on bed I was hurt when you closed the door,on my face I gave you my all IT hurts when you left me following my fall It's hard when I fail it hurts when you glare It's tough to meet every month's need but it hurts when I can't fulfill your wish
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
IT HURTS
I remember the day we had people over because we had just moved in to the house I took photographs to document the new memories we were going to make here one of those memories now hangs in a frame on the wall and all of us are smiling and now I look back at that picture and wonder where those people went who those people were because they certainly don't look like us at least the new us the ones who screamed and shouted so loud the floors shook and cried so hard their ribs felt they may break the ones who ripped each other's hearts out with broken promises and painful truths the ones who don't live together in this house anymore I have now forgotten what it was even like to be happy with you I leave that photo on the wall as a constant reminder to never forget the good times even if it hurts
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
photograph memory
I rinse from my tears, when I got home Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back When we isolated from apiece, weeping Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm. You came into vision, gloomed My eyes were sealed Whispering, the lot has altered You and me, terminated. In the vein of a tree Whirling you and me Slowly, sailing into the deep sea Where float countless mystery. Unsurpassed things are memories Blissful among the alluring winds Afraid among the moaning waves Lashing and hammering through my wits. Hope confers my heart That mending is no less than an art Love is the cure that slumps hate apart Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Reminiscences
By Arcassin Burnham If you're Feelin' lonely sitting in the distant darkness in the Corner of your room I'll be there for you, If your mother and your family don't agree On anything you do in life then I'll be There for you.... I'll be there for you, Saying "what's wrong kid".... You got your whole life ahead of you just forget this... Life is like a game , literally! Putting all of my attention towards all of your desires Learning from your past and forcing it a little bit longer, You'll be stronger in these times of sadness just like I was, I was the Edward to your bella , you gave me all your trust and I haven't let you down not even once, Skin so heavenly like the taste of punch, Trying to see you all the times a little bit much, But you can't go another day without feeling my touch, Forgive me my troubled female, just throw me a crutch, If you're Feelin' lonely sitting in the distant darkness in the Corner of your room I'll be there for you, If your mother and your family don't agree On anything you do in life then I'll be There for you.... I'll be there for you... You know it's true.... Like what's wrong with ya.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
What's Wrong Kid
The early morning after the holiday, after the fireworks fissle out, after the ***** dies down, I pick up the bag I keep in the back of my closet, packed with what little I own, evidence that I do not know the meaning of the word 'stay'. The fact that I never seem to need to unpack it only solidifies to me that I am not somebody who will ever know a true sense of home. I am riding to a place I used to think I could consider a second home, with a sweet boy laying against my arm and I know that I should love this, two years ago I would have loved this. But everything just feels like a shadow of what once was, what I once was. I can't shake this sense that I may be missing something. That maybe I had a purpose but it was exploded into the night sky the minute that last firework sang its praises. Holidays should not feel like funeral rites, they should not feel like sad goodbyes but I do not know how to be happy with the fact that another year has gone by and I am still here, still at the same crossroads between death and the rest of my life like some kind of suicidal vagabond. All I want is to go home and not feel empty inside.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
When the Last Firework Sings
Know I've been around You've been on my mind, subconsciously I think too much Our feelings have faded Act like you know better I know I haven't been around I haven't forgotten you Your name stimulates my heart My chords vibrated from the start Your seat has not been taken I've been so far gone I've been so led on I've formed broken bonds Established severed connections I feel it I can feel it This rush of adrenaline in my veins Oh no, oh no, no, no This is Hope telling me to keep going How do you sit down and quit? You don't
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
Hope (Part II)
When the world is all against you, And there’s no place to hide, When you feel you are all alone, And nobody is there by your side, Don’t let your heart sink, Sit back; Concentrate; And think: Is it the circumstances, Or you? Who is at fault? Who should be accused of this thing, Which will soon be a (terrible) past? Never mind the circumstances. Those are just jerks of life, Only to make you realize, The price of happiness and smile. For not all days are same, Not always full of fame. Anything monotonous can be boring, So let us be prepared, For some fun change, Some adventure, and swing. But, this small dip, In your happiness graph, Can be demoralizing. Don’t you be disheartened, Just as good times have passed, This will also pass, This will soon be a memory, Though bad, Of a long gone past. Think yourself: Will this matter in the years to come? Will you even remember it, The cause or the result? In better times, probably not. Things are not that terrible, As much as we make them, We rethink about the cause, And not something to cope with it, A solution maybe, To put all this to a pause. Even if you feel helpless, You are actually not. Don’t blame anyone, Or anything, Focus at present, And think positively. Stand up, Gain some strength, Remember your beautiful past, And get back to work, Work again, Strive again, Towards your goal, Endurance might cause some pain, But success will make you forget all this. When success arrives, It comes with bundles: Bundles of joys, Of happiness and contentment. Look: then, good times will be back, And bad memories, Will just be a wasteful stack. What matters the most, Is now. Spend it wisely, You figure it: how.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
The Bad Times Will Soon Pass By
When the world is all against you, And there’s no place to hide, When you feel you are all alone, And nobody is there by your side, Don’t let your heart sink, Sit back; Concentrate; And think: Is it the circumstances, Or you? Who is at fault? Who should be accused of this thing, Which will soon be a (terrible) past? Never mind the circumstances. Those are just jerks of life, Only to make you realize, The price of happiness and smile. For not all days are same, Not always full of fame. Anything monotonous can be boring, So let us be prepared, For some fun change, Some adventure, and swing. But, this small dip, In your happiness graph, Can be demoralizing. Don’t you be disheartened, Just as good times have passed, This will also pass, This will soon be a memory, Though bad, Of a long gone past. Think yourself: Will this matter in the years to come? Will you even remember it, The cause or the result? In better times, probably not. Things are not that terrible, As much as we make them, We rethink about the cause, And not something to cope with it, A solution maybe, To put all this to a pause. Even if you feel helpless, You are actually not. Don’t blame anyone, Or anything, Focus at present, And think positively. Stand up, Gain some strength, Remember your beautiful past, And get back to work, Work again, Strive again, Towards your goal, Endurance might cause some pain, But success will make you forget all this. When success arrives, It comes with bundles: Bundles of joys, Of happiness and contentment. Look: then, good times will be back, And bad memories, Will just be a wasteful stack. What matters the most, Is now. Spend it wisely, You figure it: how.
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I will always think fondly Of the park bench Near the sad man’s statue Whose beard of stone Was sloppily painted By a bunch of overenthusiastic pigeons That silly park bench Where we first kissed And had our first public argument About nothing at all And at the same time About everything we thought we had At first our memories Turned the grass greener And the skies bluer And sometimes it seemed That sad man smiled Though it might have been an malevolent grin But soon it became tainted A symbol of fleeting love Of passion’s mortality Its habit of swiftly disappearing Like cagey, distrustful pigeons And illusions fuelled by sentimentality Now I understand the sad man And consider his faith to be cruel To want and crave and hope Yet to be sentenced His life writ in stone Near an empty, broken bench
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
Park Bench #1
And on the days when your heart is a dying thing gasping its last breaths in your chest And your hopes have flown away in a flock Your dreams are far away, too far too crawl which all that can be managed On the days that are right now In this moment Hold on baby, as the water pulls past you and tries to drag you with the flood Hold tight to the tree post Because the sun will come out Because those hopes will fly back with colour in their wings Because you'll stand on your once weary feet and chase those **** dreams You'll come back to yourself sweetheart, You're heart will shock start, it will beat, speed up in those happy moments, slow in the peace You'll be ten times the girl you were, You'll be the girl that carried mountains without being crushed
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Mountains
Too many ******* insecurities, And where there's insecurities, There is never any safety. If it hurts it's not the end, Apparently, So if it's not the end it's the beginning. Bam! The start of eternity. Some violent thoughts, And just no words, Or too many words with no thoughts. There should be this and that, More like nothing you'll ever get, Oh yeah and more nothing of that. These words will soon drift, But they won't fit through the sieve. Mind you, There's not much for you to chew, Because this **** likes to vanish, From the eyes of those who might care. In a world of too many stares, I don't think anyone really cares, Unless it's about themselves. We all worry about what others perceive, Blind to the fact we all think the same thing, So really are people judging us, Or just judging themselves through those in the way? Greedy eyes, Hungry for the unknown prize, It's too bad that nobody will win. It's the game of life and risk combined, The world is our board, And we are the character pieces. No more, no less. Too much more. Too much less.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
Crap Time
my phone beeped in an almost deserted train compartment. my boss, 'where have you reached?' I sighed and replied, 'should reach in 5' (would reach in 20) same old dance to the tune of corporate slavery. a sharp sound, I looked up. the sound dissolved into a fit of giggles. a group of kids playing around, teasing, their mother close by; a hawker, selling trinkets in the train. it looked so natural. a working mum looking after her kids while on the job (doesn't work that way does it? guess they didn't have anywhere safe without her) I couldn't look away. it was such a sight... torn, tattered clothes dirt and mud all over and those innocent giggles; it didn't add up. I was tired, aching, infatuating about sleep; feet bleeding in killer heels, rushing around without purpose, forced into an exploitative overtime job by myself; frustrated, trying to keep up with society. the little family calm, collected; torn, tattered smiles held with grace, facing their exploitative poverty with innocent mischief and honest labour. confused, I had a thought: that's the life they've known, this is the life I've known. we fit in our lives... differently? no... we fit in different lives in the same way. I struggle she struggles, we both have good bad days. I didn't realize I was smiling till she smiled back. I bought something and got off at the next stop, wishing she has more good days than bad and the kids keep their giggles a little longer than they can..
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
my '11am' epiphany