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LET GONES BE GONES......


I hope you will forget me,
To even put me as one of your ex's,
Just don't recall my details,
Forget all about me,
You were nothing but a lier,
A heart breaker,
Just know that I'm gone,
Don't think of following me,
Your time have pass ,
So pass with your time,
I'm no longer yours,
And I will never be one again,
Just learn to forget about me......
TreadingWater Aug 2016
it's sup _ pos _ ed to be
a | memory |
《Left《 behind
yet i'm riding shotgun
with. a. stranger.
only ^to ^see
McGarthy Jewelry Sign
<<gold//green//gold//green>>
glowing 2nd avenue
inevernoticedtheway
* it's * lit * up *
they-have-such-pretty-things
{& you}
&rings;
i wonder what i could choose
~for ~you
[[silly me]]
alliholdnow
is _ your _ name
jeffrey conyers Mar 2013
A heart of a fool.
Where blind love rules?
He runs a foul of the law.
And says he's going to change.

But when given the opportunity to do it.
He reverts back to his same old ways.
And many question's why you stay?

And like that blind fool.
You repeats, what he said to you?
That he's going to change.

The children you have deserves better.
And if you have none.
yaou serves better.

Don't let the sympathy schemes gets the best of your mind.
That voice of reason that speaks to you with wisdom.

That states, see a fool.
Use a fool.
Which he constantly do to you.

Wise up.
Be wise.
Maybe he's just not the guy.

Even if he's your first love.
Sometimes you got to let by gones be by gones.
Like that old saying.
You can do bad all alone.

Let him swim in his misery.
Believe deep within.
There've got to be a better man for me.

Be wise and wise up.
Instead of you being a fool.
Let him continue to be seen as a nut.
Gabriel Bonney Mar 2020
Be gone, you bygones
But there’s nothing wrong
With letting them go on
To morph into better songs
A sort of eulogy to their long
Mitchell May 2011
Enough of the hard gripped madness
Enough of the glass shattering sadness
Enough are the words on the page

Form forgets itself when aroused elsewhere
There was no magic in our glare
Simple pure planned demi-god like Hate

Worms were the things that made our love fall apart
The fire wheeling magician with pockets of loose change
We were nothing but fragments in our game all the same

Off and away these words ridicule the minds that read them
Shining truth as if they were just seated at the most beautiful booth
To hear the pleasantries of the mass is being hooked like a great bass

Sin eaters like the fire eaters both with broken heaters
Earrings that swing from side to vicisous side
Good and bad too preach on ears that don't know to delete

Another misfortune in time that never stands still
Ill to the will who low and behold takes the little blue pill
There is a faint mournful morning dust on mine window sill

Panic stricken I started thinkin' of the way out of this mess
But to my surprise and of course my first instinctful guess
I turned out to be the one at the party without a dress

Corn mocks itself telling the mirror its too fat
You've killed us all and yet your so small
Granting itself permission to never again enter the mall

Fiend friend better send
All their money off and away
For the mighty bill is here to the blank end

Let by gone's be by gones
Until the bones begin to break
And there ain't a trace of the song

Notes of noting that leave nothing in my ears
I listen to them all
But hear nothing

Has the sight went away with the sighing of the day?
Am I so lost
I can't see the falling summer frost?

Cornered in the market of a fresh bakers reality
The bread has been rising
I'm afraid it won't be able to stop

Off to the ridicule to put myself though medical school
The shimmering metallic utensils
Have never laid so deathly still
RW Dennen Dec 2014
Hear my soul
Don't stand in my shadow
Dare to strive forward
Replenish your striving
Become your own wishes and not mine
The great baton is passed to you
I will soon meld into the abyss of by gones upon by gones

My inner kingdom soon dwindles into obscurity
My trumpets of announcements is but only a hushed breeze
Days of rest beckons to me and the great ****** hangs
over my head like a giant pendulum counting time

I still hear, feel, and see my muse crying out to me
not to abandon myself from myself
Space shrinks as time shrinks
The earth pulls me down as gravity will soon claim me
Mother Earth will soon embrace me and welcome
me home, from where we all came, from the beginning of time
Ayu Prameswari Jun 2016
I miss the time
When I had to fall
Only the body felt aching
Not to involve the love of mine

I miss the time
That I only broke my arm
When there's nothing to do
With heart or mind

I miss the time
When I had bunch of candies
Better way of possessing the sweets
Rather than receiving promises

I miss the time
When I lost mine
Teeth would be the ones
Not a number of people's gones

I miss the time
When everything was simple
All the memory was fun
Like my childhood time

I miss the time*
Of my old times
Wondering sometime
Again, it comes

(June 2016)
Giuseppe Stokes Dec 2017
The figure moved; "let by gones be by gones
n'all" called the other reaching for gun.
Shadow flashed, eyes witnessed unsong;
"bound soul flitting shade bound, n'all!" gun sung.
As the bank clerk accosted sought shelter,
the barrelled void looked on with glee. Happy?
What a time to shine we've a belter,
and I'll betch ya bare presents from me.
Animate beings the devils in deets
Replete we so are and we suffer.
In-animacy, the terms quite discreet,
and our ignorance hampers our buffer.
For guns everywhere, unloading despair,
pushing and crushing; the barrels grim stare.
Jai Rho Jul 2013
We talk in code
with words
that like chameleons
hide
where they appear

and send signals
with our fars
and nears
and gones
and heres

that in their way
are sometimes mixed
without knowing
when or why

And then we act
hesitant at times
and at times decisive
yet uncertain

in choreographed
but unrehearsed
steps
that turn
into each other
and phrase the
rhythm
of
our dance
Donall Dempsey Feb 2018
WHAT THE MIRROR THINKS

The mirror sees them
arguing, but:

says...nothing.

It, observes them as so
much human furniture

that, most of the time
are nowhere

to be seen.

"Here 'n' gones' " the mirror
thinks of them.

The mirror reflects
a tiny breeze

unseen in itself that
dances with the white

net curtains
stained with sunlight.

The shadows creep
into corners

waiting for
evening.

The mirror shows
an aspidistra

that always dominates
the tiny room.

it even refers to
the tattered Penguin

Orwell

fallen to the floor
still...unread.

The carpet the mirror sees
is genuine

Persian, but:
it has seen better days

faded with sunlight.

There is a small hand mirror
on an antique wash basin

that still holds
the woman's scowl

for a few moments, but:
now. . .doesn't.

Mirror looks at
mirror.

But, again:
says....nothing.

There is - nothing
: to say.

The humans have gone
taken themselves out of

the picture
so to speak.

But, their anger
still hovers in the air.

The curtains
are still

...dancing.

"Hmmmmmm..?"
thinks the mirror

"...Hmmmmmm!"
Jayne E Sep 2019
Bygones be gone
bye wrong
wires crossed
lost in the why
this world is full
of unseeing eyes
unfeeling hearts
unthinking minds
not ours
not yours
not mine
we find the depth
in between the lines

© J.C. 24/09/2019.
Jayne E Oct 2019
Bygones be gone
bye wrong
wires crossed
lost in the why
this world is full
of unseeing eyes
unfeeling hearts
unthinking minds
not ours
not yours
not mine
we find the depth
in between the lines

© J.C. 24/09/2019.
Jon Elfers Sep 2014
slur your words,
as bottles pile onto bottles,
and the dreams you love,
have come to haunt me,
glowing orb,
orbiting around you,
keeping you away from the storm,
that pours from your mother's eyes,
about how her two lovers have died,
Her wailing drowned out,
over the buzzing beating plastic world,
created by by gones gone by,
of the greatest generation,
who died to produce,
the cubical living room,
we use to be gods,
on our virtual battle ground,
where we now stand,
face to face,
I stand with solidarity,
with your mother's loss,
climb into the life raft,
before the storm gets you,
and you drown in your flood gates,
that have rotten with filth,
you freely dump into your mind
Hakim Kassim Sep 2016
snow-windy.
ice in raindrops.
hefty ventures.
brookner, anita:
latecomers '89.
thomasses,
just too many.
mind-plays.
churning hopes.
wrestle.
some way out.
'i did love her then!'
mind-quake.
regroup.
by-gones.
grave-yard stuff.
'oh, now: you & i.'
     -by Hakim Kassim.
teresa nicastro Jan 2018
Days Past
I look at old pictures of high school friends
Wondering if I will ever see them again
Remembering days past
I thought we had such a blast
Until the day I learned how you really felt
That was definitely a hit below the belt
I thought we could tell each other anything
Boy was I wrong
I felt so hurt and wondered why
For a long time I would just cry
Adults we now are
I'm sure in life you have gone far
Remembering days past I smile
I know it's been a while
It makes me sad, I was so naive
I guess I didn't want to believe
But I am older now and have moved on
I guess I should let by-gones be by-gones
I break mics, make em bleed, like punches from Mike, iron sight
Fist tight, I'll take all of your might, dont even front a fight, iight
We coming with the wickedest, vengeance, catered to sickness
Manifest, off the demon infested,
Yeah I'm connected, to the underworld, so dont disrespect it, before ya be resurrected,
I took jesus ****** cross, hung it like tree moss, flip the coin toss,
You'llfind me,in the valley of the lost, skull rallies, been the boss,
You suckas fallin, like Olympus Mr Snuffalufagus, plus the surplus,
All out maxed, Redd Foxx insults, graphic, as the Dutch Shultz,
Surrender your rights, see the shadows, hovering the night,
Smooth as a kite, winded suckas pretended, I'll end it flint,
The stones, cigarillos cherry foam, chase the taste, of ozones
I'm gone, watching the footsteps of rosemary's, baby slay me,
Naw I stay peaced, with the unseen, soul divine supreme, cream
Shattered many dead souls, added to the gehenna scrolls,
I'm just a disciple, with the laser eye rifle, cyclops the bible,
Raging in wrath, feel the thunder, lightening standing giraffe,
Catch the hands of nature, glad to hate cha, innovator, mater,
Let the saga continues, through graphic venues, I'll end you,
rip ya out ya skin, and leave blood on ya shoes, open portals of vessels,
Muscle man, champagne driven by my freaky women, giving,
Me they souls, bless they jellyrolls yo, I'm out of control,
Just another brothers,with the grit of johnny cash, bank rolls,
We beat the payroll, advoid pay tolls, that's how real Gs roll,
Watch cha know, split the kabbitz, lay out yachickens, gizzard
Poetry wizard, stick my tongue out like a lizard, keep lyrics exquisite,
Tip of ya toes, close down the shows, ya know how it goes,
It grows, more than the temptations, got the accommodation,
Change ya station, if you in hesitation, blaze gun nation,
For sticky situations, all of one one of all, never cease at downfall,






Gory road, move to a general,from a street lieutenant, innocent
Bystander, catch the wings, of a hate activate ya mental state,
See hostility at the alarming rate, wake for the leeching snakes,
Grip the peace, like a python, still let by gones be by gones,
I'm so gone, all I see is wrong, souls ringing like a gongs, its on
Caught the caption, blasting tactics steels of a black smith,
Hot ****, bound to ya melt ya with these classics, black magic,
I make it look so easy, but tragic suckas become mastered,
To the slaves of the intertwine, curved spines, of a feline,
See the horns incline, from her hair lines, sin never been so fine,
Apple decline, in the garden, step back to the game like Harden,
Charging, the game on credits, yall on debits, blacked out cards,
250K monthly, see what I see,
Naw probably, not you be hit harder than Ronnie Lott, guard ya snot,
Ya leaking, see the guns flickering, flashlight of a beacon,
Been a sinister deacon, silence the weaken, every first weekend,
See me peaking, speaking, paramount, calvary scout,
Lay out the KC, masterpiece barbecue sauce, it's the mosh,
Pit set up,I'm dead up, cant wait to this touch up, paint job,
9 to 5 robs, late night til the sun bright, soaring the heights,
Keen sight of an eagle, I squeeze through, out ya flesh,
Like beagle, bullets sniff you, now you laying like a vegetable,
Despicable, crews I bruise, leave em for the early mornin news,
Dont blow ya fuse, no truce, haters beware ya in for a scare,
Lay more scars to ya face, from unfiled ****** case,
No need to lie, what the **** for, naw I embezzle the muzzle,
Spread you out like puzzle, piece soon to be released,
Coroner, operations mud situations, change my caliper occupation,
Went from middle men, to a high man, baby bird assassins,
Who asking, about me, dont be part of the last dying trilogy,
Keep my mind in a state of bliss to ****
Off my haters on a sneak diss soon to fish
Ya body in a river ya own mother won't remember ya
Know the name
I'm similiar to Christopher Nickname Lucifer
Hangin' ya vocals once I show through
The microphone word is bond hoes blow
On my dingdong like a saxaphone smooth as a  baritone
Women's love my cologne up under my bones
But I never shows no **** for 'em
Cuz i be a **** son far from a Simpson
Let the next ***** waste his money by the tons
Invoke vagabonds let by gones be by gones
Watch the sneaking python wrappin' foes
Into one one squeeze of my gun they done
Ya soul run fled from ya body misread the blooshed
Miss the feds
Cuz my bread spreads longer than the Kennedy's scandals
Can't none handle the Texas panhandle
We taking over from coast to coast
Making a toast from the heat I roast
Turn all foes ghost hangin'my self close
To the edge Know the ledge  pledge
My self to the demons allegiance
You in the presence of God's lost intelligence


And most fools will scream that they rich
When they just a ***** catch em in a twitch
Flinch cuz of the money they tried to clench
I clutch all categories making mic ******
Rhymes heavens defined through powerful designs
That's the skills of a Mastermind
Intertwined breaking records through timelines
I'm kin to the punisher so you'll be way under
The sea twenty thousand souls to plea
But ain't no mercy from me my gun accuracy
Lay a path worse than Rome's brutal legacy
Who ******' with me? Make ya bow to thee
King of the seventh gate of hell I dwell
All other emcees failed chillin' sip holy grails as my cocktail
Which ya girls gettin' **** in her tail
No fairy tales my bars is golden
Hotter than an oven tough loving
Foes dose and froze once the heard the rhymes
rose so sound the crows that's death rows
I hang with the ghost flaming skulls
My cars desire shatter brittle empire
You'll admire my hunger for desire
**** it the games needs to be changed
These days lames rule the airwaves
I speak only the real taste blood and go then for the ****
TBDutton Sep 2019
Let me muse you with my wisdom of which i have not
let me confuse you with my dismal portray of thought
when sour met the hour of which they have bought
and kissed the sweet darlings for he bear the honor not

i think sadness pervades on those who think the opposite fought
and persevere those who kissed the feet and forgot
scarcely are those who puff away the night
and forget that they try caused them so much fraught

for i sit alone and construct illusions of tire and might
i wish you understood my meaning and so do i
by gones be by gones my efforts now contrite
but sweet things bid sweet things and i wish you a good night.
aviisevil Feb 2014
His eyes were red and cold as he gazed upon the throne ,
With hate that ruled his heart he could break every wall of stone
Lost in his own madness , consumed by the betray of the one gones
His breath of fire shall burn and ashen every home they've known

For every man is once only a child , as pure as the morning dew
An unwritten tale of the morrow , every sight is new
One can't teach thyself to hate , it's a poison that world brews
For we forget that good is far greater but good men so few


His claws dig deeper with more despair he sees
Through the flesh onto their heart and dreams
A calm song to his soul , as his prey withers and screams
To be one with the devil now and forever , his creed


His small hands craved for warmth and embrace
But the cruel sky carved a maze of scars on his face
Little eyes searching for the lone bird in the sky
Spots one, as the bird is shot and dies before his eyes


The world is nothing but a speck of dirt in his mind
Ought to be crushed before he runs out of time
Wicked kind that decay and degrade with every breath they take ,
His love is for the dead for living he has nothing but hate


He saw them put fire to the forest of his thoughts
And the flames engulfed every nook and corner
He was burnt , Ashen to the being he was not
Pushed into the void with arrival of every  new mourner


Sharpness of his blade shining through the night
Into the approaching herd of black and white
A question before the end of why they deserve his rage ,
Stains of ignorance on every Blood soaked page


The world cut him in pieces and every part was drained of love ,
Left to die and rot , he's the phoenix who was raised in their dirt
They proclaim him as the devil , his very existence they curse
Lore of the fools , the unholiness of his birth

mind of a child was fed with hate and pain ,
Left in the dark shade , he was told to find his own name
The night found him instead , held his hand as the fear drained
Now they say he's the devil , who's the one to be blamed ?
Notes (optional)
Hello Prolly Aug 2019
Hope the sound of crickets
resting near your head
won’t wake up the bed
or want it?

just to tell you
now looking for a name
to call the day
that went the distance of three

I felt I did
I felt I slept
and shined through
and walked right at

I lost my breath
subtle hurts underneath
around my head
and heartily heartened

found a friend in friends
so talking their strange lingos
made me see the closeness
in the foreign truth

that carries
the
travelers
through

on-times so unusual
coincidental timing
and all the gones
how me, my zones

being alone
so moving, so home
near others
sleepwalking lovers

nervous panics
wordy freaks
one sided
broken line

still don't know today
the name
of ******* scattered
day

thus this scattered fragments,
my scatterline,
I just want to whisper
to your resting mind

while still smelling you
on structures of my skin,
sound tenderly
the creaks of crickets!
talking to you, talking to me
aviisevil Mar 2018
there's so much dust in me,
dusk, and the rust,
lust and the dusk in me,
to set me alight, on fire-

so much smoke and
cold and loneliness,
the seething emptiness,
and the hollow mornings;
for the sun to rise-

the hurt in me,
always hurting me-

the words in me,
never in the right sequence
or picture;

the elegance to be,
to be, or not-
a million years of
evolution and scriptures;

mixture of chaos,
and visitors;
with their pain,
with their home,

with their bombs,
and with their gones

bones and skeletons,
sharks and teeth;

seeds and forests,
just ready to burn;
to set me alight, on fire.
aviisevil Feb 2014
His eyes were red and cold as he gazed upon the throne ,
With hate that ruled his heart he could break every wall of stone
Lost in his own madness , consumed by the betray of the one gones
His breath of fire shall burn and ashen every home they've known

For every man is once only a child , as pure as the morning dew
An unwritten tale of the morrow , every sight is new
One can't teach thyself to hate , it's a poison that world brews
For we forget that good is far greater but good men so few


His claws dig deeper with more despair he sees
Through the flesh onto their heart and dreams
A calm song to his soul , as his prey withers and screams
To be one with the devil now and forever , his creed


He begged for the world to see him for what he was ,  
But they'll only know him as who he is now
He walked upon a road back and forth so lost
And the mute world never made no sound

He feeds on the ruins of the forgotten land ,
Upon all the lost souls that wanders into his side
Ever so caring in his warm tender hands
The gates to his kingdom are open ever so wide


His small hands craved for warmth and embrace
But the cruel sky carved a maze of scars on his face
Little eyes searching for the lone bird in the sky
Spots one, as the bird is shot and dies before his eyes


The world is nothing but a speck of dirt in his mind
Ought to be crushed before he runs out of time
Wicked kind that decay and degrade with every breath they take ,
His love is for the dead for living he has nothing but hate


He saw them put fire to the forest of his thoughts
And the flames engulfed every nook and corner
He was burnt , Ashen to the being he was not
Pushed into the void with arrival of every  new mourner


Sharpness of his blade shining through the night
Into the approaching herd of black and white
A question before the end of why they deserve his rage ,
Stains of ignorance on every Blood soaked page


The world cut him in pieces and every part was drained of love ,
Left to die and rot , he's the phoenix who was raised in their dirt
They proclaim him as the devil , his very existence they curse
Lore of the fools , the unholiness of his birth

mind of a child was fed with hate and pain ,
Left in the dark shade , he was told to find his own name
The night found him instead , held his hand as the fear drained
Now they say he's the devil , who's the one to be blamed ?
Notes (optional)
Donall Dempsey Feb 2016
WHAT THE MIRROR THINKS

The mirror sees them
arguing, but:

says...nothing.

It, observes them as so
much human furniture

that, most of the time
are nowhere

to be seen.

"Here 'n' gones' " the mirror
thinks of them.

The mirror reflects
a tiny breeze

unseen in itself that
dances with the white

net curtains
stained with sunlight.

The shadows creep
into corners

waiting for
evening.

The mirror shows
an aspidistra

that always dominates
the tiny room.

it even refers to
the tattered Penguin

Orwell

fallen to the floor
still...unread.

The carpet the mirror sees
is genuine

Persian, but:
it has seen better days

faded with sunlight.

There is a small hand mirror
on an antique wash basin

that still holds
the woman's scowl

for a few moments, but:
now. . .doesn't.

Mirror looks at
mirror.

But, again:
says....nothing.

There is - nothing
: to say.

The humans have gone
taken themselves out of

the picture
so to speak.

But, their anger
still hovers in the air.

The curtains
are still

...dancing.

"Hmmmmmm..?"
thinks the mirror

"...Hmmmmmm!"
Sumeria Nov 2018
My love u gone and i missing everyday no call no letter just the memorys i stored in side of my heart time gones ny and I cant believe you gone my tears i cry is only a few more of them can roll dwn my face i love u so much the moment i say u can be replace the time we spent cant be explain. I wish u was here to stop my heart from aching. U must fill my present. For it heavy. I wish i would relive the moment when. Act the way i did. call me.. Please call for u need me and i need u my heart is heavy thinking bout you it like i can reach your soul come back to me.
Wk kortas Feb 2018
The cast is ever changing, be it at Old Eli its ownself
Or various other institutions, most sans ivy,
Their distinguished here-and-gones
A touch short of presidents and laureates,
And certainly the songbook has changed
(Out with the Crosby and Waring,
In with the Cobain and the Stryper)
But certain verities, gnawing and implacable,
Remain unchanged, the inevitable realization
That, for all one's promise, all of our ilk
Have preceded us in our arrival, flush with pride and promise,
And made the odd ripple or two, perhaps,
Before shambling onward to other things
(Very rarely bigger and better, sadly enough)
And all those songs we sang and steins we hoisted
Have now been consigned to less fashionable quarters
In the anterooms of memory,
The melodies and laughter filtered, transformed, muted
The sound not unlike the slightly discomfiting bleatings
Of some distant barnyard animal.
Fresh cut, with the gangsta strut,
Ladies looking, saying what,
Who that is, looking like he giving the biz,
And I'm just a cool ***, playa,

Can't knock the beat that's rocking, got em out of their seats, boppin' toppin',
Looking for my Mary to be Poppin, ain't no stopping, this smooth *** playa,

Yo baby let's get on, make love til we touch souls, in the horizon,
Let by gones be by bones, and I'm just vibing the song, like a playa,

That I am, that I am, says like Sam, match the slam, bring crowds of mayhem,
******* on the team, of nothing but true *** playas,

I keep it cold, like the phlegm in your throat, icy darts is what I wrote, not many can quote, a true lyricist, sticking this,
Pik style, the noble slayer, just a playa,


Everybody clap ya hands, fellas grab a girl, and just romance,
Save the last dance, play cool on ya chance,
And make moves like a...

Straighten it out, never chase the clout, really doe, real only for the dough,
Ya know, how it flows, straight *******,
Only for the real ......



Ladies y'all know I'm just a....
All my families is just some....
Me and sons some...
Man this song is so....

And we out y'all
Giovanna Jun 2020
Once upon a time,
A petite girl who smelled of pine.
Not so long ago,
was jumpy at her own shadow.
Spent the whole day playing in the meadow.
Had a many with whom she felt like second self,
who would keep all her mischief to themself.

As the time passed,
all her mischieves were a past.
As Went through the growing process,
her friends grew less.

She grew to be a loner,
every corner called her as their owner.
Considered her closed ones as gones,
leaving her with the purposeless dawns.

With her thoughts weighing upon,
she begged for an amusement to clap on.
Negatives filled her head.
She painted her childhood on the empty canvas,
with her blood so red.
are u loner?
Siya Selani May 2021
A walk path down this lonely heart
Blinded by love from the start
They come and go like annual seasons
Than leave me broken for now reason

The next one will come in a flip of a page
I'd run into love like a bird out a cage
It will blossom until they've ate the seed
Than I'll realize it was all for greed

Again I'd be left alone in this lonely path
Grievously reincarnating my broken heart
I fall and fall than rise again
Cause falling in love is never in vain

I heal my heart and resume walking
Releasing by gones for some soul searching
For now the path is still lonely but I still have fate
That by the end of this journey I shall find my soul mate
Donall Dempsey Feb 2019
WHAT THE MIRROR THINKS

The mirror sees them
arguing, but:

says...nothing.

It, observes them as so
much human furniture

that, most of the time
are nowhere

to be seen.

"Here 'n' gones' " the mirror
thinks of them.

The mirror reflects
a tiny breeze

unseen in itself that
dances with the white

net curtains
stained with sunlight.

The shadows creep
into corners

waiting for
evening.

The mirror shows
an aspidistra

that always dominates
the tiny room.

it even refers to
the tattered Penguin

Orwell

fallen to the floor
still...unread.

The carpet the mirror sees
is genuine

Persian, but:
it has seen better days

faded with sunlight.

There is a small hand mirror
on an antique wash basin

that still holds
the woman's scowl

for a few moments, but:
now. . .doesn't.

Mirror looks at
mirror.

But, again:
says....nothing.

There is - nothing
: to say.

The humans have gone
taken themselves out of

the picture
so to speak.

But, their anger
still hovers in the air.

The curtains
are still

...dancing.

"Hmmmmmm..?"
thinks the mirror

"...Hmmmmmm!"
Laura Dec 2022
the market was covered with silver,
old vintage lighters and hellish hipsters,
you asked me what my problem was,
when we stood there in the mirror,
staring at reflections of hands intertwined,
your feet already cold and staggered.
i said, the issue is i don’t have any
when we’re standing here together.
oh i thought - just give me one good reason.
i want the idea of you more than i want,
steadfast peace and solitude, stable,
sometimes forgetting what alone feels like,
knowing that i’m still able.
i should probably leave us here -
but, knowing that i’m too stubborn,
to let bygones be byes and gones,
still lingering into a prolonged exit -
so i stay with you another month.
i’m never gonna love anything good for me,
centrifuging parts of my identity,
pretending i’m not attached to concepts
and hefty bets on changes -
and it takes one to know one,
so i see right through you,
now i don’t even know your address.
David Hilburn Jan 2022
No patience
Know avarice
None relationship
Knowledge and spice

No existence, yourself
Know an ordeal like a rub
None with an insight for health
Knowledge and three men in a tub

Now, who is?
Known gifts of simplicity sake
Nothing but marvels, for a legend to pout, this
Knowing what we do, is a date with an angel, fate?

Fake lips at an ordinary meal, set sideways
Liberty's arduous shoulder, to wince at a cloud
Future yet's and tomorrow's lets, living for what stays
Loft to an argued curiosity, the truth is the only wish allowed

Until we think so...
Proper acts and super facts
We are the keepers of might, that knew right
With a pinch of Sulphur and an ink to understand pacts

So, do you think so...
Tears from behind the seeming home of cope, with a praise
And the love bite, of a calling need to let the breeze of sorts, blow
A pace of unity in a chaste shadow, that lets by gones begin to see an age with eyes to raise
If you have them to give, say ain't
Mike Hauser Nov 2020
once upon a time i knew
different friends as i passed through
and in turn they did too
in this wonder what became of you

never did we stay in touch
no reason why, just because
staying in touch wasn't so easily done
with the short goodbyes to the long gones

the older that i seem to get
the more my past that i regret
the friends i had that i left
i wonder now where they are at

and do they ever think of me
a soft spot in their memory
were they sad to see me leave
or did life go on with no skipped beats

all the people i once knew
passing time while passing through
i wonder if their thoughts runs loose
back to the me that they once knew
growing up my family moved every couple years from state to state leaving behind the friends i made...i at times wonder what became of them and if they think the same of me.

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