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Kenechukwu Oct 2018
There are a lot of things I sit down and remember
I guess it's just me getting older
Days, months and years go by...
Soon you'll say to your youth good bye
Where maturity is king and childishness is a dream
Where work is a must and relaxation is a fairy tale film
Let's not forget the marriage pressures
When all we want is endless pleasure
With a new year comes a new birthday
Reminding you that your closer to becoming clay
Experience becomes painul wisdom
And hard work becomes neccesary income
I leave you to ponder, or even wonder
But don't forget your getting older
And if you have forgotten my name because of age...
Yours truly, Carlton 'the writing sage'
Life is never constant, sometimes you make memories other times you sit back and visit those memories.
Wandering poet May 2018
Words,
Are harmful,
and painul,
they infutrate my brain,
haunt me in my sleep,
For I am not a girl,
I am a man,
weather I have genitals of female or male,
I identify as me,
these handprints on the walls spoken of my past,
the past I don't want to think of,
the rain falls,
no more lies,
or crystal *****,
I am me,
here and now,
he, him, his
not
she, her , her's
so forget it,
FORGET WHO I WAS,
I'M NOT HER...
not any more,
she's dead,
not living,
I don't see her in me,
so leave me be...
plase,
words don't hurt,
they cut deep,
make my mind bleed in my sleep.

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