#trajedy - Hello Poetry

At every turn You all blow my mind, Why is this so? Are the cloudy shapes a sign? Where do you all get off Taking my best wit, my best Arguments, and flush them Down the tube like it had Absolutely nothing it meant? Besides pushing me off A balcony when I'm sad, I may as well have the joy In knowing that I'm here, But just a fool who's only mad. My final moments could be A painful one, I've lost my Friends, there is no lover in My life, this wasted time I Spend, I'll rather my work Is never done then find myself At these horrific bitter ends.

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC

alan-s-bailey

Bitter Ends

At every turn You all blow my mind, Why is this so? Are the cloudy shapes a sign? Where do you all get off Taking my best wit, my best Arguments, and flush them Down the tube like it had Absolutely nothing it meant? Besides pushing me off A balcony when I'm sad, I may as well have the joy In knowing that I'm here, But just a fool who's only mad. My final moments could be A painful one, I've lost my Friends, there is no lover in My life, this wasted time I Spend, I'll rather my work Is never done then find myself At these horrific bitter ends.

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To Live - What more can there be to ask? I am alive, And continue to thrive. Into every life comes tregedy. Everyone needs to overcome. Finding forgiveness fulfills the need. Acceptance is the solution. When I surrender Is when I win. And then there is this: I Love You.

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC

cecil-miller

Thanks for Sharing (A Brief Poem With a Not So Brief Title)

To Live - What more can there be to ask? I am alive, And continue to thrive. Into every life comes tregedy. Everyone needs to overcome. Finding forgiveness fulfills the need. Acceptance is the solution. When I surrender Is when I win. And then there is this: I Love You.

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I dug your path before you woke, tumbling with dust off your spine, and you rose blank from the underground, forgetting with the sun reasons for burying in the first place, the existential burning which reasons awake. I held you up before the storm and there your lesson went unlearned, shaking with hailstones and bitter words... what didn't **** you, provided by remains, would be not basis for any gain. I lit your torch before you fell, hands cupped against the rain, but you didn't go like burning books... more so the man who tripped with stones and licked with flames his ignorance away.

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC

brittlebird

Whelved.

I dug your path before you woke, tumbling with dust off your spine, and you rose blank from the underground, forgetting with the sun reasons for burying in the first place, the existential burning which reasons awake. I held you up before the storm and there your lesson went unlearned, shaking with hailstones and bitter words... what didn't **** you, provided by remains, would be not basis for any gain. I lit your torch before you fell, hands cupped against the rain, but you didn't go like burning books... more so the man who tripped with stones and licked with flames his ignorance away.

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