#wasteful
in this country, we waste so much food
in a country where people go to bed hungry
if food doesn't sell
then it gets thrown away
perfectly good and edible food
just wasted
it could have been handed out
to homeless people
or people struggling to provide
for their family
they could've gotten many meals
if only we didn't waste food
poverty and homelessness
would decrease
it's so amazing what people can do
when they have a full stomach
the work they can accomplish
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
In the land of the wasteful
The flesh is bound to despairing
Unmovable feasts
All dreams dreamt away
In the shallows of sleep
As transient as blood
Orange shades of clarity
In the mind blindly
seeking sun
sincerity and kindnesses
Not those in the land
Of the wasted…
Pain is as hollow and as full as
The hearts of mannequins
When already the broken who pose
Now lets go, passed long ago
Since childhood's end
Not having known
To recognize
Or find oneself
In the beauty of a world
We played pretend.
In the land of waiting
For our sadnesses to end
Waking up alone
After all
In the land of ungrateful men.
(The kind have gone extinct
once again.
The End.)
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
SAYING WORDS JUST FOR FUN
ISN’T VERY SMART
SAVE YOUR WORDS FOR GOOD
AND SPEAK FROM YOUR HEART
DON’T SPEAK WHATEVER YOU THINK
FOR YOU THINK FASTER THAN YOU TALK
AND FEELINGS ARE HURT IN A BLINK
BECAUSE YOU SAID WHAT YOU THOUGHT
SOMETIMES HONESTY IS A GOOD THING
DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD EVER LIE.
BUT NOT BEING SO OUTSPOKEN
IS SOMETIMES WHAT IS RIGHT.
BUT I’M DONE TALKING NOW
I NEED TO SAY NO MORE
I WILL TAKE MY FINAL BOW
AND WALK AWAY SAYING NO MORE
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Cricket was started by the English,
They have a lot of spare money,
Too much more spare time,
But India has to work,
And cricket is the deterrent,
It restricts our national growth,
A trace of occupation by the English.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
I'm so **** sick and disgusted of writing every poem about you.
It brings me close to hatred, but that is an emotion I don't believe
In.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
I'm not sure I was meant for this.
I'm sure I existed far too late.
It seems I came to be in the wrong time era,
and I assure you the wrongest wrong place.
I can hold my head high wherever,
but records and dusty movies are my friends,
they make me feel like I'm home at last;
make me wish the time never ends,
but it did and so forth,
I was not meant for here.
The people, too boastful,
with so much less to fear.
The relationships are wasteful,
and different by the day.
The love and optimism is fading out to grey.
I almost pity the people,
and I find their time more tragic,
while the era I love was suppressed by casual bombs,
the era I'm in has lost all their magic...
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
A bullet fired
in one nanosecond
effectively nullifies
forty years.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC