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#losses
Fear not to embrace all these losses, the disconnection is but an illusion. Love is the Highway we travel, we all move on in the end. Love is eternal my friends!!
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Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC
Unnecessary Anxieties
Man and men everywhere; Silver-fox, gay, several-times re-married & divorced. But not one without baggage to be seen — Pimped up with **** Waged weary by work or Isolated through layered losses, The modern man: a peculiar specimen. It seduces the obvious why we turn to women to fill the void; Upside-down desires? Or love that truly inspires?
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Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 7:28 PM UTC
Men everywhere...
Lost fortune on wheel Turn here, this hustle must win! Loss forced to unwill
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 6:26 PM UTC
Forced to Fortune
What is expected from me? You were the half that chose to leave I'll do my best Be your friend Even if leading to another dead end Never thought we would wash up where we are Two separate shores Watching you from afar Be truthful with me That is what I most desire Sick of the games Frustrated Tired Fake way through a familiar apology Promising to be the man I know you'll never be Like a rolling dice Have many faces Expert at bluffing yet you're always holding aces You gamble my love About time you lose My heart not an object to pull apart or use I'm sick of betting my chips The poorest hand For you I go all-in Don't even understand I never was good at cards At least that is what I'm told Probably should cut my losses Say farewell and finally fold
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Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
Fold
Them thoughts I been having lately crazy, Life can get deadly when you don't expect it, Our lives can change quicker than you realize, Everything that has taken placed is a surprise, I can't worry or stress, Life could be much worse, I continue to keep pushing, I won't give up, Just keep putting in that work. I knew the risks of my choices, I knew it wasn't gonna be easy, God has a plan for me, I can feel something good coming, Nothing good comes easy, If you want something good, You gotta take a lost to get the big win, You can't succeed if you don't fail, Can't experience success without failure. Before you can walk you gotta crawl, Before you talk you gotta listen, Lessons are learned by paying attention, How can we do better if we don't know our mistakes? Know what you did wrong, Before you can make it right, What's wrong can be made right.
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Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I knew the risks.
considering all the people     we have lost throughout the years           grandparents  parents  lovers uncles aunts                if lucky   no children     we know that our time to leave this world     will come to pass eventually          and yet     as long as we feel full of life     we prefer not to think of this too often     borne by the vague conviction     that the survivors of our family     will bear the pain of loss     as we did years ago and live on
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
losses
An immigrant took our                                     jobs. I never saw it..     But It gave me a cough..
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
Lock Down Losses
I used to believe loss was part of life That isn't quite correct Losing IS life The losses what make us who we are and mold us The wins just the incentive to keep us in the game So I am learning to embrace the suffering and let it stretch my soft parts into something stronger Instead of wishing bad weather away
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
Life Is Losing
This is the other side of sanity! I think to myself, a riddle in the middle of chastity, vanity? what is it that I have to say? Is this not another day or is it a play? Vaguely we are tossed into this post hence I have seen the other side- this day with you...this day that never came. I will not be able to tell the difference of pleasure or pain. *I am still lost dreaming on to the memory, you stood there in the middle of high school square doe-eyes intent, hidden behind you're intense endless hidden truth, your boyish youth.* A dream of gazing into those eyes some day, I never wanted to say goodbye or go away, this world carried me to the "other side" and it was "too late," I was unable to "succeed." Who am I to seek this "other side?" In the sky? What we never do? Call this "side" what you will, but in the end I would have gladly battled madly through hell for a chance to share your world with you.* Oh, here I go again, blithering sadness, sad poem! Look to the skies when you're alone, then maybe on the clearest of nights when this whole world they've built of stone is gone you will finally find out how beautiful you are so. Even if I never got to see you understand this or spend another day with(out) you...you are all I can't get off my mind no matter how hard I try I will continue to see you can't forget you Even in my wildest
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
Another day with(out) you
I’ve been playing this game for **** near twenty one years and long ago lost track of my wins and losses I simply got caught up in the winsomeness of all that is Why keep a tally that’s callous and rigid with the infiniteness of living at your fingertips
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
W/L
your unshaven face rests on my shoulder. your hot breath sends shivers and little speed bumps on the surface of my tanned skin. the unforgiving sun stinging us and reminding us of the cool breeze around us. you smile at my lips and my creases deepen tempting me to smile more at you as if you knew what I was thinking. your messy hair falls on your forehead and I move it, trailing kisses from the top of your face, right down to your mouth. we say nothing. we've said nothing for 2 hours, but our traveling eyes are having conversations irreplaceable by our mouths. we can't get any closer, and contact wont allow us to get any closer than we are. we hear each other breathing and it reminds us that we're living. and dying doesn't frighten us, because right now feels like forever. your lip biting and slight looks up doesn't shift my gaze, as if staring at you has been innate. your washed out jeans and faded black shirts lay on the floor like my dignity and composure. loving you something terrible and letting you sink in.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
you
out of fear that some day you would too fade away i lost sense of time trying to map out your face but your features are timeless just like our mistakes; but i don’t regret the way we bloomed those days
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
cartographic love
“goodnight” was the last thing that you ever said to me i went to bed, not knowing that we’d never talk again there was no way i could’ve known neither of us had time i was busy with school you were busy with work but the thing is you slowly turned to dust the next thing i knew i was in the church crying while talking about how much i missed you and how wrong it was for you to die so young
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
a goodbye, unintentionally
Warhawk and Nate The Warhawks took off and flew upwards Like angry hornets looking for trouble Covering the frail old biplane A flying camera with brave crew Tasked to look for enemy locations Flying here and there warlanes they were American flown Curtiss fighters Guarding the Filipino crewed Stearman On a mission of war in the second global war The **** were ready and scrambled planes Nates took off and headed for battle Each side had skilled determined pilots Men would die today and planes be wrecked Like something from Hollywood they clashed Vicious little snappers reeling about the sky Rolling turning diving climbing shooting dodging The battle went till fuel and ammo was gone Two planes and pilots never made it back Both fought like demons and paid the price Each side lost a pilot and plane They both came to grief on the same mountain And left comrades and loved ones behind Bits of broken airplanes on the mountain Lost forgotten unwanted for decades Till the wrecks were eventually found Some answers revealed more questions posed Only the pilots' ghosts and God knew the truth In this Tarac Ridge battle February 9 1942 The day Stone and Kurosawa died...
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Warhawk and Nate
a decade ago, i would eagerly wait for you to come home so that i could aggravate you, the sound of the front door unlocking would bring me running to the door, hugging you and your sister. a decade ago, you fought with your sister about who would sit next to me in the car. half a decade ago, i visited you, you asked me, “are you seven now?” i replied, “i can see why you got held back.” i was nine, and too sassy for my own good. three years ago, you were there for me when i had no one else. you calmed me down, when everything was falling apart. you sat in the basement with me, and you told me everything would be fine. three years ago, i sat with you and we played video games. you told me stories, and we talked about politics, of all things, you talked about politics with a newly-turned twelve year old. last year, you accidentally took your own life. i miss you, is all i have to say.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
i miss you
Every night I slept in the hope that tomorrow will come with a new day with a new hope. It starts with a feeling inside my soul that tomorrow sun will be rise with more brighter. A peace comes in my mind with such ease, when I thought tomorrow will come and I got a chance to prove myself, to challenge myself, and to strengthen myself. After every darknight after every storm their is a day which will come with a new hope, with a new chance to shiner yourself...
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
Hope For A New Day:-
Bring on the cold! *You can all leave you're summer clothes behind. Now is the apocalypse, all will be as society, as All of civilization never knew once the pipes crack, Bad weather or blind.*
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
Bad Weather
184 gone and in great despair one hundred eighty four trials and institutions. 184 new reasons to forgive to use, to be confused, to lose, and to get loose all gone they are all gone. gone for good, forever, for evers and everys, somewhere on Everest, or likely just high up in the sky. Somewhere in the chasm of iCloud or hidden on the hard-drive of one of my Macs. Tired and Hurt, Anxious, Alert, all of me is frustrated my skin is doing different things, all of it is baffling and I don't even know how I'm going to try to keep mildly sane, all of them are gone and I'm a total wreck, I am. One-hundred Eighty-Four Notes on my iPhone gone. They're all alone, all of them on their own. Me I'm just by myself and squarely overwrought. Confused and upset, I wonder if the Mac God's have tried to take their pain and loss of the Jobbs out on me. All these note's are gone and I don't know what to do. Do I swear? Do I sweat? Do I call Apple instead of setting myself to burn? What have I done? What have I done to come down to a blank screen lost of all its myriad characters. The pages don't care, I'm sitting perturbed in my underwear, baffled, unamused, furious, and feeling used. My trust combusted, my one hundred eighty four are gone. And no one cares. All my notes are gone and no one knows. My poems are gone, I sing this song, but all my words are gone don't you know? They're all gone....don't you know! I want my 184. I need my 184- don't you know! I just can't ignore, my 184.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
184
184 gone and in great despair one hundred eighty four trials and institutions. 184 new reasons to forgive to use, to be confused, to lose, and to get loose all gone they are all gone. gone for good, forever, for evers and everys, somewhere on Everest, or likely just high up in the sky. Somewhere in the chasm of iCloud or hidden on the hard-drive of one of my Macs. Tired and Hurt, Anxious, Alert, all of me is frustrated my skin is doing different things, all of it is baffling and I don't even know how I'm going to try to keep mildly sane, all of them are gone and I'm a total wreck, I am. One-hundred Eighty-Four Notes on my iPhone gone. They're all alone, all of them on their own. Me I'm just by myself and squarely overwrought. Confused and upset, I wonder if the Mac God's have tried to take their pain and loss of the Jobbs out on me. All these note's are gone and I don't know what to do. Do I swear? Do I sweat? Do I call Apple instead of setting myself to burn? What have I done? What have I done to come down to a blank screen lost of all its myriad characters. The pages don't care, I'm sitting perturbed in my underwear, baffled, unamused, furious, and feeling used. My trust combusted, my one hundred eighty four are gone. And no one cares. All my notes are gone and no one knows. My poems are gone, I sing this song, but all my words are gone don't you know? They're all gone....don't you know! I want my 184. I need my 184- don't you know! I just can't ignore, my 184.
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No more phony saviors. No more unasked for questions. No more forced behaviors or unwanted confessions. No more false prophets. No more second guesses. No more burnt synapses or blown out thought processes. No more ****** mouths. No more bitten tongues. It's finally over now. Finally, it's done. The End to Ups and Downs - forget about "c'est la vie." There'll be nothing more from You now; all that's left is Me.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Bittersweet Victory