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Adrian Dec 2014
Half-Crazy
Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I ponder,
Why do I love her.

At one look she's valentine,
and the next... she's somebody else

But like a spectre on Holloween's day,
its all but a mask.
A mask that someone else used to wear.
A mask filled with fear, grief and pain.
Masks that fills up the small dents in her heart.

I ran, she glimpsed, I reached, she smiled.
A great story it is. Yet another,
I ran, I reached, an empty look from her face.
A story that makes me cry and kneel to the Lord.

It's a difficult love indeed and temptations are real and big.
Yet, I could not find a reason to steer and drive away.
And against all logic, Love compels me to stay.

The love that compelled my savior to be hanged on a tree.
A love that never gives up,
a love that is defined by no other word than love it self.
Is the love that keeps me going.

It is because of love, that I could not let go.
Because, my savior himself did not let go.
Even at times that I betray and spat him to his face
He did not let go. He held on, He struggled.
He pulled me, He embraced me.

My Rabbi once thought me,
that love is both sweet and deadly.
love in its ultimate form, will lead one person to die.

"Die to self" my Rabbi says.
Until when can I die to my self?

Scarry as it is, I am ready to die in the name of love,
Scarry as it is, I am ready  to die to show one person love,
To lit the light of hope in her, to light back faith in her heart.
As great purposes awaits her, to be a sign of hope is a great pleasure indeed.

So am I crazy enough to lose the world in the name of love?
Sadly, I'am still incapable of loving like my savior does.
For he is perfect and I.... am being perfected.

We are of no comparison,
He was innocent, yet I was guilty.
guilty as accused.
I am but a  mere speck of dust compared to His glory.

O how can I find love in the eyes of my valentine?
I cried out and He answered,
"You don't" He says,
For  love is not about you,
but it is about dying to your self

With this love that I recieved,
I am on my way.
Fighting fears, lies and struggles,
I am on my way.

As love compels me to be,
Therefore I concluded that
I.... must be..... Half-Crazy.
#love #heart #valentine #endure #crazylove #akma
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Mateuš Conrad Oct 2015
scarry tattoos / had my right wing clipped, what?!
i gave my pound of shylock... see, objectivism would like me to be accurate claiming it was not a pound’s worth, exacted to the precise .1 gram of weight... but that just breeds confusion, and where’s the joy in that?*

you were already chosen as the vessel of apathy
and gauged out eyes,
heartless economics built around insects,
and there you were being told:
make not your vessel a poured in content of a *****
but a russian girl of worth,
because, let’s face it, these girls experience daily
abuse that cannot be given a historical relevance
for all of humanity... choose a ******* to enter the empty
vessel of your content worth from apathy
and you’ll have to allow a crucifix of you worth too -
choose a nobler kind of girl to give your missing beating ***** to,
so she might quench something apparent in you...
but then she does opposite and you’re left as the *****
with sweet mammon whispering into your ear
about all the glories of the staged life to receive
bounties of rubber, plastic and dust of the entertainer’s stage...
then imagine being psychoanalysed on every page turn
just so that someone can have a job without having met you...
all the local prostitutes decided to denote me as the devil...
i just started wearing sunglasses when looking out the window at night.
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irinia Jul 2023
encounters (1): loneliness
finally this moment is here, I've been watching
and waiting, I've been hearing it all along
in between your words, in the center of the stories
you tell so eloquently, so clever, so wise

there is light in your right eye, some shadow in your left eye
the evening light is sweetly illuminating the magnitude of loneliness
some feelings need at least two people in order to be bearable

you sat and listened you looked deeper into your body
language receded, obscured itself like the moon
sometimes there is no need for words
something more important needs to be created
in between bodies and minds,
the flow of connection, of true partnership

the waves started, the waters of loneliness surfacing
you cried your tears and I cried mine
as I listened to the silence of tears I understood: this was the moment for a few simple words: I see you, I am here
there is no falling deeper than this for now
truth, this scarry creature, was there in your flesh and in mine
your loneliness was like a sea without horizon but the shiver of depth  like a voice without screaming, a bird without flight

perhaps this tango with tears will fill your lungs with innocence
as you imagine a new horizon, a new architecture for happiness
This is a series of poems about meeting people, about how people pass through my body, my heart and my mind.

"Thus, if a resistance is in operation, it indicates that one is experiencing his or her thoughts or feelings as a danger."
#loneliness #tears #truth #horizon #depth #language #connection
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andrew juma Jul 2016
Say hello to a new day
I see two green leaves breaking out of earth
After long years of dormancy
A chain reaction is starting
Cuffs are breaking lose

No more cages
This shark can dive to uncharted depths
No more shackles
This eagle can fly to uncharted heights

My weaknesses cower at my strengths
Now I smile through the pain
My positive principles
The umbrella through the rains

I hurt in the dark
My soul was hurtled and I was losing the fight
In ways so dreadful
Dreams turned to nightmares

I was ******* in my insignificance
Daily doubted the benefits of my existence
Now I take my steps with confidence

It is morning now and a flower is blooming
My night was gloomy
Now so brightly the sun shines
And heavens cannot resist my goodness

Even though the scars may remain forever
And my scarry past be forever disturbing
I rhyme to say thank you mama
For you helped me win
Thanks to all the mothers who stand with their sons and daughters, through     thick and thin
#hello #newday
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Theodora Oniceanu May 2021
The B s
Because you needed a ***** in the House.
A sweet *****,
An awful *****,
A lousy *****,
A dreadful *****,
A lonely one,
A hopeful one,
A very very brave and powerful:
Real Hateful one.
A scarry *****,
A mighty *****,
A tired one...
A ****** filthy 'son of a gun' one!

The poor ***** that got broken,
AWW!
The sad ***** and pitiful,
The pretty *****,
Oh my Word! Oh, my Lord!

The charming and the jumping,
The petty...
The wonderful and working.

The stupid ***** you can't live with,
The one you can't live without.
"Better dead than that bad"

The natural *****,
The great *****,
"You little *****!"
The unnaturally something *****.

"My, my! The ***** that was
Is still mine!"

The healthy *****,
The stealthy *****,
The common *****,
The extraordinary *****...

A proud piece of rotting ****.
Your people, chosen or not disrespect.

The rotting *****,
Romantic *****,
The famished *****
And thirsty, eyes wide open,
Thinking *****, the doer *****,
The coldest *****,
You trending *****!

You want them
All                                 !
You want them

The wealthy *****,
The famous one,
The popular, loved n' hated one
The lofty one,
Superior one.
The Princess *****: you'll have to work for her and her lawn.

The never tired *****,
The always hard to take,
The better *****,
The one to money-make
Come true
The never wrong but needed *****,
Adored, much worshipped
Set free, caught in a web,
A bottle of champagne,
A cup o' tea,
A thought for thoughtful a *****
Who used to be too thoughtful,
Too loud,
Too something this and that,
To wrong.

Oh, faithful *****
Caught by all ******* love
For Gold and money and Fame you fall,
You have to.

Oh, sick of it,
Oh, knowing-it-all!
Creative *****, what have you done.
Inventive *****, illustruous *****?

My teaching a good lesson *****,
Thank you for helping me around.

Because you needed an idiotic *****!
A parting one,
Departing one,
An angry gal, good, sorrowed one.
Luckily a ****** one,
A greedy, thirsty for clean waters one,
A helplessly dreaming *****,
A needy one, needing a good witch,
The learning for better
In sickness and health,
Cleaning the wound, help mending a heart hurt
- gal!
A helpful one,
Much funny one,
A stronger one,
A stubborn one,
One to catch worms
Like every other one.

A witchy ****** annoying bitchey
Because without *******, what would be?
Oh what this world could be?
If having a good passion means to be a ***** in your eyes, so be it, I will be the *****, I will be the star, the sun in your eyes, all your waste of time preventing it.
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Lakshmi Narashimman Oct 2018
*Failure- Best Mother and teacher of success*
Never frail, as you fail,
Keep your dreams firm, never curtail,
Keep moving don't derail, even if you trail,
Towards your dream, Keep walking like sail.

From my childhood highly rejected,
Without realizing myself, became isolated,
Something kept me **** slowly elevated,
A day came, with convenient wins, I blasted.

Delayed success put my life exalted,
Delayed failure kept me halted,
Someone knocked the door forcefully,
I opened to see him doubt fully.

I am your dream, he continued and told,
Put this mindset on the hold,
Get up, where you fell,
Get back to your work, all is well.

He told I am there, never worry,
Get up you can, but never hurry,
Success tastes like a sweet cherry,
From me if you become, more scarry,

I worried, my life was on a halt,
Failure was a painful pinch of salt,
I thought my life was on an end,
Later realized, it chisel, in the making of a legend.

My goals constantly delayed,
A question really kept me frayed,

I planned to give up and get back,
An inner call replied me to take up & come back,
With my life, failures played,
To my personal call, I obeyed.

A voice told me, don't leave! Don't leave!
Keep working on, believe! Believe!
To the life, never become a prey,
Like a champion, always rise and stay.

I understood slowly,
Failure does not mean to give up,
Failure means the courage to get up.

You sleep to rise up,
You fall to stand up,
You fail to rise up.

Never compare to your friends,
Life is full of injuries and bends,
Your life is lived on your own,
For a meaningful run towards a success crown.

You are unique!  You are unique!
Failure is ultimately ubique!
Run your life on your own speed and ways,
Failures teach you success always.
Failures keeps disturbing us. But some breakthroughs in our life makes us believe that we are undergoing the right process. Failures and delays always keep us on the hunt. Our true determination and perseverance towards our dream, keeps us running towards our goals.  This poem is about my present and past failures.  How it made me a rebel to run for success.
#inspiration #never #give #up #success #pain #failure #ambition #achievement #perseverance
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John H Dillinger Aug 2019
Scars
We carry with us our memories and our scars,
strewn across our beings like the clear night is, with stars
and like sailors in the wilderness, they give us a sense of who we are,
which direction we are going, where we came from and how far.

Drops in the ocean, we reach out for our anchor,
that thread that ties us to ourselves, our idioms and our rancour
but when the storm clouds gather on the night of the new moon
I tie myself to the mast, submissive to the jostling gloom.

I catch a glimpse through Lightning bolts, the darks fiery reprieve,
those scarry looming shadows of all the souls whom had to leave,
I'm stunned, abandoned to the whim of whipping waves,
on the tide of all those memories that have formed how I behave.

This is my new scar, but it's not one bourne from pain,
it's one that can sense the morning after midnight's rampant rain,
a mountain emerging from the ocean, to make it's mark in air,
before the wind comes round a-roaring and sinks it without a care.
#memory #scars #realison #lessons #darkness #sadness #morning #recovery
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Jolene Perron Oct 2010
Halloween Friends
Scarry goblins in the corners,
witches vampires and more.
Halloween is any girls' excuse,
to dress up like a *****.

But me and my friends? No,
we get together and chill.
We get a few to do our bidding,
stealing their candy is our thrill.

We sit around and laugh,
we poke fun at one another.
It's time to just be ourselves,
and time to laugh with eachother.

This Halloween was easily the best,
that I have ever had.
No one cried, everyone laughed,
and no one even got mad.

We just sat around and laughed,
we joked and we had fun.
These are my Halloween friends,
I hope we have more than this one.
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Jolene Perron Jul 2010
A Friend's Advice
People of the night,
cowards of the day.
No matter who you are,
someone makes it okay.

Her deep dark past,
her scarry new future.
No matter what,
he will teach her:

"There are ups and downs,
wrongs and rights.
But I'm here for you,
to make it alright."

He speaks in song,
his words medolic and kind.
He's probably the best friend,
she will ever find.

"I don't have much,
to give you in turn.
But I'll give you my heart,
and I'll give you my word.

I'll be there for you,
I'll be your friend.
I'll stay with you,
till the very end."

He smiled big,
looked in her eyes.
It was nice to have,
someone to confide.

She reached up high,
wrapped her arms around him.
A friend who listens,
and a great guy within.
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Fenix Flight May 2014
My Inner Kitty
My inner self
Is a small black kitty
with eyes so blue they sparkle
She is energetic and playful
a cute little thing you see

She will pounce on anything she sees
and playfully bite your hands
Mewing loudly
Pretending she is big
and scarry

But don't mess with her
Or she sharp little claws will come out
and MAN oh MAN
are those things sharp
Her little teeth will feel like needles
if you mess with her

So just remember
small adorable things
they can pact a punch
they can be deadly

>:-)

Mew
Teehee
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CupcakeUnicorn11 Feb 2015
Nature
It can be rough
or intriguing,
gentle
or even scarry.
Whatever it might be to you,
you can't say it isn't interesting.
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Christos Andreas Kourtis Nov 2014
Inconsequential Wars
I bid you good day
I have no need to fight
the war is won
from so very far away

So note I don't gloat
or do take a tote
her might is mine
her word divine

What fills my boredom and tears
what makes my mind scarry to flight
only her whom resides in doors
my love of inconsequential wars


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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mike dm Dec 2015
tor for your torn
there's this one sliver of space at the core of who i am.
i am drawn to it. it hurts me. and i like it when it hurts.
i used to ignore it but now it has grown on me. welcomed invader.
my silly attempts to squeeze it out make it go deeper.
i know that now.
i let it sink in.
i tilt my head left. slightly. pull my hair behind my ear.
and bare my neck. one eye eyeing it. full of intent.

it goes deep. i let it.

and the deep will breathe a space where no face
can be found.

it blooms a multitude.
and i stare into it. scarry-eyed.
even tears come near
but they only brim.
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Benyamin Bensalah Oct 2019
This heart is going to stop
This heart is going to stop.


It may be a scarry sound next to a pub,
A silent scattershot in a shop to rob,
An exciting smell in a chemic lab,
Or a short nap in a taxi cab.


Only God knows how it will end,
Passing through that particular land.


But indeed this heart is about to cease.


It is the keen and slow pain that nobody sees,
The heavy carelessness bringing no ease,
The fast heart-beaten minutes I lose,
My non-existent ecography's hues.


Only God knows how it ends,
While I'm passing through all these lands.
18.01.2018
#benyapoesy #anatomy #destiny #death #goodbye #heart #omen #deathwish
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Simbarashe1 Nov 2016
MINUTES AFTER DEATH CALL
As brurrly vision becomes more transparent
The hard humming disappearing from my head
The uneasy pain becoming more and more apparent
Senses returning to their normal carriculums
Bit by bit my memory recovering to unveil
The simple truths of the tragedy i was in,  
I realized i had just cheated death

Everything happened in tachyon speeds,
One minute i was alive and happy as a lark
The next minute i was recovering from the boarders of death
One minute i had friends,  enjoying the trip to a popular resort
The next minute they changed route to heaven or hell
As death had just bumbed unto us,  .
Leaving me on the boarders of this world and another

I dont know whether it was because i lived,  or the memory of my friends
My face insrantly flooded with tears,  
My heart aching and my head twirling,  
Wishing it was one of those scarry meaningless dreams
But my sanity assured me it was more real than it seemed
I couldn't hold,  this was too much
Although i had just cheated death...
I felt weak,  and fell down
First on my knees,  then cascaded to my whole body,  ...darkness fell over me
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irinia Jan 2023
strange
some mirrors sewn by my hips
some sewn by my hands
some inside my mind
cause I am strange
some songs remain the same
I hear this again
I am too sensitive
too serious
too vocal
too tired
too absent or too silent?
too crazy (but what do you mean?)
I am scarry, she said, but fascinating
well, loneliness is not fascinating
I wanna shout but I refrain myself
from this refrain
it can be a blessing, I agree
but wait, there's more
cause I speak some bizarre words
bizarre as in the byzantium
although I try to keep it as simple
as the milk foam on your lips

yes, this is my language
and these are my days
to be too much of myself
exactly as I am in each breath
each step and each cry
as strange as any creature
that has ever walked under
the light tide

if you find me too strange
you can look the other way
#life
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writingtree Nov 2017
the dooth pattern
the dooth pattern
lips summer from umbrella
tieing spiraly laces
granting the filament
hard deep suggest then
its doesnt matter stuff
it doesnt matter when
hearting cade
river nance
to much piruling
a scarry race
the scurry dance
delected dreams
mind beaming the ridge patterns
from an unpublished book titled "spree"
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Delton Peele Aug 2021
Lil fear 🚩
Hot august night
I stand alone
Basquing in soft moonlight
Upon a mountain high
Emerging from solid granite
That which is too often
taken for granted .... ..
Ice cold pure

Life giving elixir  
Undaunted little snow melt  stream trickles
Glistening ......

Into a deep pool
...and
in
Dropping
To one knee ....
I think of Guideons men  
Keeping my head up
As my hand dipped in
It was here I actually
Felt my heart stop ...
.      . .     .
I like to fancy my self a mountain
Man..
I'm not
But I'm also not a
CITIY-OT
(Thank you Terry and Twila)
An something for sure
More burdened by gravity
Than me
It
Was
Bi-pedal
Cobble sized stones
Underfoot like
***-gravel
.....
Unrecognizable
Low frequency grunting
20 SECOND STRIDES
MY EYES WENT BLACK
INVOLENTARILY
LIFE ENDING SCARRY
my heart stopped
Instantly
..
Squeezed my chest
To stop me from breathing.
At this level of fear
Every part of you  body
Becomes independently
Gob smucked
At you're stupidities
Ears ringing
Nostrils flared
Dizzy
listing ,
In disbelief completely at what I just heard
Not even a thought
Was brave enough to caught thinking a thought
Branches cracked
.. . ..
Three count them three full strides.
I still feel it ..
To speak of it ...
My skin bumps and tightens .
I actually feel my veins hurt.
Inside my elbows and wrists
That stinging feeling
You get
When someone pulls the hammer
And the barrel touches you're skin.
Fingers on the trigger
And there not stable
I don't care
How Billy bad *** you are
It burns
Like if it was capable
That part of you would abandon ship...
Believe me
4
miles up
jagged trails along cliffs
Un-lit.  
The only other way .  
......jump...  
Ten seconds gone by
Heart goes
Ka-thunk
I swear I could hear it
And the blood
Goes ka..wishhsss
And then stops
As
My whole
Body says
***
Are you serious
Now I am
Serious - lee.
Ish
Considering the jump thing
Ya know if I could maneuver
Like the parachuters.
And fly till I found a soft
Deep river .....an...
Maybe
...
Ridiculous
And then again
Ka thunk ..  
Kawishsss
Almost as if it were a swallow
Like ya know my heart
Is goin Gulp
*** are we gonna do
And stopped again
Now my skins crawling away cause I heard it breath .
Im
Not doin this
We
Meaning my body parts and I
Heard something
And as we were
**** clinched
Frozen like a statue of glass
Trying to digest this
And while listening
We succumb
To the paralyzing
Fact .
That.

It ...
Is
Also listening


My face 3 inches off the ground walkin on finger tips  
Like the grinch .all the way to my truck .
Like literally  my heart and guts an everything
Huddled together silently.
Shaking
Holdin each other peakin out my back like it was a tail gait.
Even the three or 15 times
I ran my face into a rock or tree
It was without sound
Not one milli second lost in righting my self and catching every rock stick whatever
Placing it quietly at the sound of speed.
Bleeding
...honestly ....
Every injury
Every one
I issued
I O U's
Un locking my truck took centuries.
Finally I yelp as I get in .
Thinkin I'm in the movies and
It's gonna get me..


Dead battery .
Day light emerging
I'm bright eyed
Bloodshot
Covered in sweat .
But bright eyed
Back  packer comes out of the bushes screaming
***.


PLEASE
TELL ME YOU GOT
SOMETHIN
TO. ...

DRINK !
?
I said ya
You ok
He says yah .

Wuuuul no
I m hella hung over and thirsty
I said you didn't hear anything?
He said .. .
WAdda ya mean..
No more smokin *** and camping
Alone
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Hasley Dec 2018
WOUNDED
Look at them robbers of our treasuries,
Look at them high profile beggars ridding on horses.
They make reference to us in mockery, yet feast from our tables,
They feed in peace and trade our potion of meals.
When Our babies die of malnutrition, our daughters *****, our wife turn to the streets for refuge, and what did you not call us; hungry lazy stinky beggars?
When our sons hawk for survival, you chase them like thieves, and enact laws to  prosecute them like common criminals;
You watched us loose our farms, our homes, our children and our husbands yet you offered us nothing but streets and bridges to sleep and freeze to death.
We had smiles before frustration wrinkled our faces
We had families and friends before sorrow clouded our joy
We survive the bruises of swords and guns  yet we feel better off death than alive.
Its dark and Scarry we can't sleep for by gun sounds our throats maybe slayed.
Wounded IDP's
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Bloodyrabbitt Aug 2019
Untitled
It was the silence that understood my heartbeat, and it has its own life racing like its the last minute.

For quite so long it felt like a ghost, scarry and unseen until love arrive,
Having
Moments likes this never felt the same,  leap through time, and a sip of eternity made it longed for more,
Still
Hoping there would be an exquisite kind of love, without the possibility of shatter,

How it feels to be loved,
Felt it before, and  forgotten how it  feels.

Learned something more valuable that
Love is greater than words, and that is the reason silence is involved.

That not all poems needs to rhyme sometimes all it takes is you.
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Writing of the Unknown Dec 2022
Past, Presnet. Future
I sat on the bench
Quitely Watchung
Refusing to partake in the symphony of others

A little girl came and sat next to me
Wild brown auburn hair
Deep rich brown eyes

She sat smiling as she kicked her legs
"It's nice out here today"
Her voice startling me a bit

So pippy, so energetic
I gave a her a half smile
As I pulled my sleeves down

"Yeah I guess it is" I responded as her gaze was preoccupied
"Why do you wear a jacket when it's hot?"
"I get cold easily" Same old lie once more

Her eyes found mine once more something almost familiar about them as a young woman came up

"Mind if I sit, I'm waiting on a friend?"
I moved closer to the young girl as the woman sat

Her brown hair was pulled back in a cap with hints of fire red in it
Her tanned skin showed scars fading on her arms
Maybe she worked outside and got a occasional cut here and there

We sat in silence
Just the three of us
"It's a nice day today" the little girl repeated

The woman smiled as she leaned forward to speak
Her eyes full of warmth and passion
"Aye it is little one. Great day to do the impossible."

"What's impossible?" The girl asked
"Something you never imagined you would do. And it's really scarry."
Before the little girl could respond, she got off the bench and ran off

The woman sat back and chuckled
"Children are always fascinating to talk to, full of wonder and possibilities."
I shrugged as I looked at the ground
"Hey" the woman said making me look at her
Her eyes sharp and stern but her voice calm
"I know that look, been down that road myself a few. Nothing will get better if you choose that road, but you out here means your trying to find that reason. Make it a point to take it one day at a time, and if that's too much then hour by hour or minute by minute. Break it up to find something good every single day."

I looked at the woman shocked
My hand slowly released the razor blade in my pocket
Her gaze moved off of me as I felt tears start to come

"Hhhhow" I managed in a barely audible voice
She gave me a half smile and side glance
"Not hard to know when someone is saying goodbye. We have our own scars, but don't let them become shackles to hold yourself back."

We sat in silence
Just the two of us
"Hey my friends here, but thanks for the converstation. Remember, find one good thing every day, makes the process a whole lot easier."

I watched her walk off
Leaving me alone on the bench
Silently I sat

I gazed up at the tree
Providing just enough shade to sit comfortably
And I smiled
at my one good thing that day
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Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
waking up with an auditory hallucination (sunny day analogy)
i mean:

                   you rarely wake up
slapping yourself on your feet

having a(n) "eureka"
                moment
                       exclaiming:
                     (prawn) carbonara!

with the sort of thrilled
agitation of a postman
shoving the only meaningful
transit in his possession
through a mailbox:

     namely an amazon.com
       delivery...
because, even now,
  a postcard is an obsolete
example of a nostalgic despair...

rarer still, coupled
with a mild auditory hallucination
"burdening" the mind
with a one word
              impetus, ***** count,
vector and no precise coordinate
summary of...

                         sultan...

must be a fall-out effect of
writing with no novel in mind...
       no it:
                and the added royalties
of a ****** second coming -
   clearly a clown with
    immaculate make-up
                  is the scary (scarry?)
clown...

                why is it that when
i want to listen to L.A. punk,
   i'm only allowed to push
          mid-west bruce springsteen
americana hyper-anthem
                                on youtube?

in england we call russian politics:
the shadow cabinet...
    it's not sneaky...
            it's not subversive...
       just an uncertainty concerning
the future...

        america is as blatant as
                      a pancake without yeast!
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