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I went above the roof of my so-called humble home;
Don't think I'm feeling lonely just because I'm alone;
My older brother is present maybe he is fast asleep;
Even my friends and loved ones have dark secrets they hide and keep;

I don't mind I have done much worst than you can think of;
Honestly, it doesn't bother me, there are many crucial problems we need to solve;
If we keep our eyes closed then yes we can smile, laugh drowning ourselves in ecstasy with bliss;
That is fine with me if everyone can do it, but if we see what is truly happening around us and we have a beating heart, tears in our very eyes would not cease;

If I just want to do what I wanted I would love to be with the girl, the woman who saved me, maybe hopefully I honestly love;
But If horrible war and all the crazy things around the world are still going on, what's the sense of everything I'll do, please enlighten me those who hear me from above, all your blessings I'll grab;

If I'll inspire the younger generation will it work?
I have already made many unacceptable things I'm worst than a ****;
If I do good or bad in the standard of this world could it make everyone happy and smile?
I lived in the City of smiles, but can every people be truly happy in facing life's trials?

All the ugly, disgusting things I've done whatever they are I don't deny it;
Some of it makes me stupid, a good-for-nothing fool any word you're hungry to add, no good all bad,
and at times makes me lose hope and end the very life I have;
but no I'll embrace every experience I have and endure all the aftermath and still fight, I'll never quit;

Honestly, I'm tired of pleasing people, but deep inside I want to please that girl/woman who saved me;
And most of all the one who gave me my life the one who created me;
Other people call the Father I know God or whatever any other name for the source of all creation;
So if it's fine for you, whoever reading this let me call the one who created me, my Father the one I invoke if I need immense inspiration;

Forgive me if the words I use bother anyone of you;
Yes I know, I have trouble using them, if only you have a clue;
If I'll be true in everything I do and say;
Can every ear and heart handle it? If it's the answer to every problem will you follow each step of the way?

If I'll be a righteous pious zealous man with the grace of our Creator in just one snap overnight;
Would anybody follow me and do the same and leave all the wrongdoings which are unpleasing to every sensible rational being's sight?
Yes, I know every human being have their principles, ideologies whatever philosophy in living;
But in life and death situations you can truly see if what you are looking and standing for is worth dying;

Yes, it's easy to say words, sing songs, write poems, or whatever at this time and age;
But you can only know what is true if your very life is at risk and face your life's unpleasing page;
When I was younger I easily get into a rage and make a reckless decisions;
But now I can just act like I'm angry with good intentions;

Yes at times I get ****** when someone, anyone bothers me;
And at times I get so cold everything vanishes in my sight not a single soul worth for me to see;
At times I wish this world could be a paradise once more;
But at times when I get blinded I wish this world would tremble to its very core;

The things I say may appear so vicious and malicious;
Isn't we human beings capable of that, kindly answer that, and don't be pretentious;
In my experience it is true I could do the worst possible thing I can imagine;
I don't care if you list my name in every sin;

But no I still have hope and dreams for the future of our world and every living being staying in this place we are sharing;
Who the hell I am to make a change in this world, I know one thing in the vastness of creation I am nothing;
That is why I have nothing to gain or to lose;  
I could just do nothing and be safe and wait for my story to end or simply die but now I'll be reckless and say things I bottled up, forgive me if that is what I choose;

I say these things because I see and feel what is happening here and around;
Violence is just around the corner great or small even in our very selves it can be found;
I don't say these things to put anyone down or destroy people's hope;
I just say what is true, but we need to face it and hold on to that redemptive rope;

Many of us want solutions to the problems we encounter may they be great or small;
But when the answers to the problems are facing us, some of us run and roll;
Sorry, I'll say a ***** word influenced by a well-known country;
**** it I'll spend all day writing until I'll run out of words even If I will sound crazy;

Honesty I'm not comfortable using this English language;
I love to speak in my mother tongue or just be silent but I need to do what is needed in our time and age;
Writing this, whatever you may call this would not give me anything;
but who knows it can stir something, make bells ring;

The first concern that comes to my mind is the
extreme weather and war;
Let me think about what will I talk about first
cause both things can leave bitter scars;
Many of us are always in a hurry to go somewhere;
We use and ride vehicles or any transportation that pollutes the air just to mention a few and say yes we still care;

Oh! I want to say the ***** word! but can we be true to ourselves and swear to vanish into existence or simply die?
If we including you and me human beings with our endless activities are the cause of extreme weather conditions please to ourselves don't we lie;
Can we give up the things that contribute to the devastation of our planet our home?
Or settle for a half-*** lukewarm solution and wait for the worst then we all tremble to our very bones;

Let me ask, those who have homes or shelter you frankly love to spend your time staying in every day;
What will you do if a pest or anything is destroying it I ask this nicely anyway;
Likewise our common home our planet called earth do we honestly take care?
Or just open our eyes every time there is a calamity happening anywhere;

Then close our eyes once more when it seems peaceful and calm;
Knowing we're slowly gradually contributing to our world's injury, I don't express this to everyone but maybe some;
I don't know maybe I have already done unimaginable damage to our planet;
If so I'll face any consequences but please let us do the things needed to be done before we all fall and regret;

I don't forget I'm just passing by spending some time in this world of ours;
If I ask forgiveness and do nothing to solve the problems, It's better to die or stay behind bars;
Let's not play dumb, we know we human beings are so intelligent;
Isn't human beings invented things that could destroy our world does that sound excellent?

Let us learn and go back to history what occur to that country Japan;
If that emerges once more, I don't know if we could still have some fun;
Wait I'm not done, why do we follow leaders or rulers who lead us to a pit;
I don't know if I have a leader who is like that the hell with him/her I'll quit;

Why don't those leaders fight their war and leave others be;
Imagine you're peaceful and someone bothers you or me;
They want peace and want to talk it out but they are ready to ****;
What on earth is wrong with our heads, we need to check it out is that the first thing we need to heal?

I have heard enough of myself writing in a foreign language;
With all due respect I'll use another for the next page;
Bato bato sa langit ang ma igo please wag tayo always galit;
Pasensyahi lang ko kung kis-a syado ko ka kulit kag bua-ngit kis-a gani ako yagit;

Ang panit ko medyo nang ***-om sang sulay sa adlaw;
Pero ako man kis-a maka yuhom kag ginagmay maka kadlaw;
May ti-on sang una nga ako daw isa ka patay nga ga balang-balang;
Mayu lang damu nag salbar sa akon, kag ako na banhaw kag daw alang-alang na mag talang;

Pero samtang ga ginhawa pa ako hindi ko ka hambal sang tapos;
Ka nugon sang mga tinaga kung indi mapasaburan kag mapabay-an lang nga gaka pan-os;
Sa tuod lang ka tawhay diri sa gina tiniran ko na panimalay;
Simpli lang ang kabuhi ga biya biyahi e-bike ga dul-ong sang pasahero nga ga sakay;

Sinsilyo ginagmay, biskan ang balay gani indi mani akon;
Salamat sa akon amay kag iloy daw ara lng sila gihapon;
Buenas lang ko sa mga grasya na akon na baton;
biskan wala na gani si nanay ga sulod gyapon iya pensyon;

Para sa SSS kung may sala man ko na himo ari lang ko sa balay kung ako inyo dakpon;
Kay kung mag sulod pa gihapon sa atm pwede ko pana ma gamit sa amon galastuson;
Wala ko kabalo kung inyu na gina hungod;
Bangud gatingala man ko ang grasya wala ga untat sulod;

Kay kung sa inyu layi dibala dapat wala na nga grasya ma sulod tani;
Pero kung sigihon ninyu pasulod ay ka tahum kanami;
Pero ka balo man ako damo na may ma batikos kag ma hisa;
Pasensyahi lang ako batunon ko na ang ihambalon ninyu tuod man gina paguwa sang akon dila;

Daw ka bug-at abi kung ang isa ka tawo may gina tago tago;
Amo ina nga tanan ko nga sala bahala kamo mag sintensya kay ako kadali lang mag ako;
Dumduman ko sang gamay pa ako na mana ko kay tatay nakon and iya hapo;
Medyo hubin pa ko kabalo na man ako kung ma patay ako kung diin ako ma kadto;

Sang gina ataki ako sang asthma daw ma bugto ang ginhawa kag daw ma ubos akon pwersa;
Gina hulat ko ang akon nanay nga ga langoy sa lamesa pero okay lang na siya intindihan ko na;
Natun-an ko sa kabuhi hindi man permi permi ara aton mga abyan biskan pamilya;
Amu ina sang amu to nga ti-on nag tawag ako sa kung sin-o man sa akon nag hurma nag tuga;

Kung lantawon ko gani liwat ang na tabo; akon man to sala nga ako gina hapo;
Sa bisyo ko na sigarilyo kag pahubog na inom;
Na ani ko lang mga bagay na akon gin tanom;

Amu ina mga kabataan indi manami kung inyu ma agyan ang akon na agyan;
Kay kadamo nga dalan ang akon na laktan;
May ara man kasanag kag mga matahum;
May tyempo man nga kala-in kag ka dulom;

Pero salamat sa nag patilaw sang kabuhi sa nag tuga sa akon;
Ako ari paman gasulat buhi pa man sa giyapon;
Pero balik ta sa isturya sang tyempo kag klima;
Kag kung anu anu pa ang gaka tabo isa pagid na ang mga giyera;

Sa tuod lang matyag ko ang kabuhi ko daw ako na hampangan na tripan;
Wala ko kabalo kung tungod sa mga gina sulat sulat ko, ahay ewan;
Sang una mag sulat ko kung ano ano daw wala man may ga sapak;
Pero subong ambot hindi lang ko sure daw hindi ko ka giyo kag ka palak;

Wala ko gani ka balo ngaa amu ini ang na agyan ko na direksyon;
Wala man ko ga riklamo biskan anu subong akon ma dangpan na sitwasyon;
pasalamat lang ko ka tilaw man ko mabuhi nga isa ka tawo;
Nga maka dumdum sang mga memorya kag maka paminsar sang mga bagay-bagay sa
sulod sang akon ulo;

Intindihan ko man ang iban mahambal sagi ka sulat wala mana pulos usik lang na tyempo;
Pasensyahi lang ko kay gamay lang akon kalipayan amu lang ini mahatag ko sa inyu;
Labay man lang akon na pamangkot kung ikaw abi gaan chansa kag ti-on;
Himo-on ka isa ka lider, presidente, prime minister; okon hari na may mansyon anu una mo na obrahon?

Sa mga bagay bagay kag gaka tabo sa aton subong nga panahon;
Kung kis-a gaka lipat kita biskan sa kahoy may pulos man na iya mga dahon;
Biskan ano kapa ka gamay kung kita tanan ga binuligay indi ayhan ina matawhay?
Kung ikaw abi isa ka lider okon amay nami-an kabala nga kita mag inaway-away?

Hindi ko ka intindi ngaa ang mga tawo ga pinatyanay;
Kung amu man lang ni ang bwas damlag sang mga kabataan mayu pa mag tulog na ga tulo ang laway;
Katawhay tani galing kung amu sina daw tinamad na man na daw buhi nga patay;
Dibala sang una kita tanan basi gina kugos man lang sang aton nanay okon tatay kag kung kis-a man mga tupad balay;

Ngaa dapat kung ga dako nata dapat gid bala mag dako man aton mga ulo haw?
Pyerdihon man ta gihapon sang baka kag karabaw may dala pa na sungay ka luoy man galing kis-a sa ila kung sila gina ihaw;
Sabagay ga mahal na man mga balaklon pati mga pagkaon;
Medyo maayo mana siguro ang sustansya sang utan para sa aton;

Kis-a maka hambal kita bay-e dira ang mga gaka tabo wala man ta gaka epiktohan;
Te kung ikaw gaan isa ka blessing para maintindihan mo, ibutang ka sa ma-dulom kag pwerti ka teribli na dalan sang kabuhi para ma inat imo nga paminsaron kag balatyagon kag imo ma intindihan;
Gina pangabay ko lang na imo ma sarangan ang mga leksyon sang kabuhi na tani aton tanan ma tun-an;
Buenas lang mga tawo nga permi lang sa masanag kag manami na dalan ang gina agyan, indi man siguro tanan;

Sa kadamo sang kala-inan nga na himo ko Amay nga nag tuga sa akon pasensyahi kag sintensyahi na lang ako;
Kung may butig kag indi matuod sa akon gina sulat subong maayo pa kilatan mo na lang ako;
Ako nga nag sulat sini isa ka tawo na indi perpekto sa mata sang mga tawo;
Ginoo Amay ko nga nag tuga sang akon ulo, mata, paminsaron, corazon kag ini mga kamot gabayi lang ako;

Sa kada tinaga nga ma sulat ko diri subong tani makabulig hilway sa akon kaugalingon kag balatyagon;
Kay mag abot ang ti-on na kina-hanglan ko ini balikan kag basahon may gabay na ako sa akon distinasyon;
Sa isturya na man sa akon kabuhi ang pahina parti sa gugma romantiko kag relasyon;
Sa edad ko subong na traynta-uno sa gugma
romantiko na aspeto daw bata-bata pa ako wala kabalo kung ano akon himo-on;

May ara ako na luyagan sa isa ka malayo na lugar;
Sa pwerte ka luyag ko sa iya kung kis-a wala ko kabalo kung ano obrahon ko daw indi ako mag andar;
Wala ko kabalo kung ako lang na luyag sa iya kag siya wala man ya sa akon;
Biskan gusto ko na buy-an ang luyag na akon gina dala gabalik man ako sa iya giyapon;

Ka ilinit na balatyagon nga daw ga kurog na corazon kag dughan;
Daw mahibi kung kis-a akon nga mga mata nga daw gal-um kag ga tubod na bagyo kag ulan;
Nga-a amu ini kung ma luyag-luyag ko haw kung maayo ang relasyon grabi ma hatag nga inspirasyon;
Kag kung buy-an ko na kag indi pag ibato ang sa sulod sang akon balatyagon daw delubyo ang dala kag distraksyon;

Paano ko ayhan mapa luyag sa akon ang na luyagan ko;
Tudlo-i ninyu man abi ako ga ayo ako sang sinsiro;
Okon buy-an ko na lang kag indi pag i-pilit sa iya ang kaugalingon ko;
Palihog please prangkaha na lang ako kung wala na ako pag-asa sa imo;

Ka balo man ako damo man mas responsabli nga maka palangga sa imo;
Hambali lang ko kung ano obrahon ko kay indi na ako mag sinabad sa imo;
Pero dako na salamat sa ti-on na gin bangon mo ako sa pag ka dasma nga gapa luya;
Biskan ano akon napanghimo na mga sala ara kaman giyapon naga uyat kag wala nag buya;

Pasensyahi lang akon mga tinaga kung ako daw wala sing huya;
Sa bagay kung sa mata sang mga tawo indi man ta bagay kay ikaw prinsesa ako ya kabalan na dukha;
Mabalik na man ako sulat sa ling-gwahi na hapos para sa imo ma intindihan;
Para ini sa babayi binibini sa malayo na lugar na akon na luyagan;

Not all letters at a post office are meant for everyone to read;
Not everyone in this world can make my heart and head gradually bleed;
For the woman who captured my frozen flaming heart;
From far away you are may you read this with your heart this annoying art;

If I bother you before let me do it once more;
I can't wield this feeling deep inside my core;
A woman whose 1st name starts and ends with A;
This part of this letter is for you, I'm expressing today;

Forgive me if I've been reckless and will be in my actions and words, I write and say;
The way I am now and before can you accept me I ask you in a sincere polite way;
I write this not because I'm angry or happy just trying to keep in touch;
You have made me your slave a prisoner you made me crazy in many good ways I can't say
too much;

I have nothing great to offer you to make you truly happy;
I know millions of others can love you more and you can be;
Honestly, it makes me jealous if you'll be in the arms of someone;
But I have no right to do that for in your life maybe I'm just no one;

If it is God's plan for you and me to be apart in heart be far away;
It's not God's fault or yours but mine cause many times both of you I have dismayed and maybe betrayed;
I have played the game called life and I have no cheat code to win it;
I have times I'm on the straight road and at times fall to a pit but still, I never quit;

Even a writer just can edit and at times unnecessary messages he can delete;
And a witty singer can sing passionately so bitter and at times so deliciously sweet;
You made my heart beat truly beat in a romantic sense;
And at times in your presence I feel intensely tense;

We live in a dense world full of amazing people;
But I wonder in love and madness for you I fall;
I understand and know what I need to do or my Father's/Creator's/God's call my duty to do;
But if I pour my life and my heart into you I don't ask you to do the same I don't want to control you;

Forgive me if I'm madly obsessively falling in love with you;
Correct me if I'm wrong honestly this feeling I have for you I have no clue;
All I know now about me and you without you I'm so blue;
I want to please you in every way at times I can no longer be at ease and be true;

Please tell me what I need to do to capture your heart;
Or just even give me a place there to be a part of, just even a tiny part;
If you can make me your friend honestly for me it's enough;
But if you ask my heart what it truly wants for me it will be rough;

I dream of a future for you and me to be a happy family;
But who I am in your life now I don't know I'm lost I can't see;
Just tell me sincerely if in your life I don't have a chance;
If even a small there is I could leap for joy and madly dance;

But I don't want to manipulate or control you I want you to be free;
To say and do what you want and need truly even if it's not me;
Don't worry I can take it gracefully if you reject me I'll move on;
But the blessings you gave me the hope I'll treasure it and never be gone;

Please don't think if my heart will fall into pieces I'll become a monster;
Don't worry about that God is watching me our Creator the one I call Father;
If I accept the good things in life is it not fair to accept also the little trials;
Sometimes it's also good to shed some tears and cry not every time just laugh and smiles;

I'll do everything within my capability to make this world a paradise;
But without the grace of our creator God, our common Father I'm just a foolish man not wise;
So don't worry to reject me I just want us to be free;
If only I own all the things in this world or a castle for you to be;

If that will make you truly happy how I wish I would be a king;
And make every people our family and we could share a meal a home have fun and you can sing;
I know it may sound crazy and impossible but who I am now I'm happy, a life of simplicity is simple;
One thing I remember my mother wrote a note on a book she gave me, it says always be humble;

I'm afraid to be as powerful and rich as the kings;
It's not a joke to have all that and the possibilities it brings;
One thing I know is that everything I have is temporary;
The things I have, my mind my body, talents, and everything within me;

Only by the test of time, we would know;
If we'll be blessed with old age we can still live and grow;
Forgive me if I did not sound so romantic;
At distant seas we are apart I'm not sure the whereabouts maybe the Pacific and Atlantic;

But deep inside my heart I only wish the best for everyone especially you;
If we're not meant to be for each other I'll accept it but please let us be true;
I write this part of the letter for the woman whose name starts and ends with A;
I wish the best for you and in my heart, you already have a place to stay;

I'll just end here for now but I'm not yet done;
I hope I can hear from you even if in your life maybe you want me gone;
I have nothing to offer you to truly genuinely make you happy;
But if you are already truly happy with your life I will be happy too it resonates with me;

Now, this part of the story is for everyone for a human being who has an open heart;
Can we welcome someone anyone maybe a stranger in a time so dark;
Can we replenish what is missing from someone unknown to us what they lack;
Or just ignore an unpleasant stranger in our hearts we put a block, chain it and lock;

If someone needs something to eat just to survive and be alive are we willing to give;
If a homeless hopeless stranger knocks on our door will we accept them where we live;
If someone or anyone truly essentially needs something a matter of life and death that degree of importance;
Will we give or share and sacrifice what we have even if it hurts or put a lock into our hearts and do nothing but glance;

If every open-hearted people in our world who don't want and need war will unite;
And strive extremely to heal not only our heads but also our planet and disobey those who commands us to do violent actions and senseless fight;
Will we give time or a chance a shot for that matter;
Or just go with the flow and do our day-to-day routine to obtain our bread and butter;

Is it possible for all of us just for a day or a week to have a leave like a worldwide collective vacation;
To stop and cease anything which is harming any living creature/being and let the planet breathe, maybe mother earth is already in a state of suffocation;
Or can we just sit somewhere and be still whatever you may call it prayer or meditation;
I don't know I'm just giving an idea but maybe anyone there somewhere has a better answer for an open-hearted being who is willing in listening and doing the solutions;

We can be open-hearted to listen and do what is truly needed;
I'm no genius I need everyone willing to share their solutions and answers, for now, we are alive but what can we do if we're already dead?
I've become who I am because of my relationship with our creator God or our common Father;
But before I encounter our Creator I knew him through someone in some stories or letters;

I don't know for everyone but in my life experience it was the man called Jesus Christ;
Who let me have a glimpse of the source of all creation which is unexplainably nice;
I do some methods or ways trying hard to follow that man's footsteps and maybe accidentally;
  I have tasted and touched the one called infinite;
If I'll put into words what I've experienced it will be indefinite;

Everything pleasingly beautiful that I have made I can't make any of it just by using my wit;
But for the wrong ways and decisions, I have chosen it was my own will I will not deny it or disown it;
I don't know and will not assume anything about anyone practicing being still;
But one thing I know is we are all created by the same unfathomable Being for me that is real;

In this lifetime of mine I have experienced indescribable things I need not say;
But I thank you our common Father the Creator of all for the chance to live even this very moment and all the nights and days;
By the way, I know people are confused and fight because of what they believe or their religion;
If a person has a sincere conviction on what they know or believe they will have a clear vision;

So if it's the end times we are living in now will it change the way we are because of fear;
And if it is not will we just do anything that pleases us even if we hurt and harm others who are dear;
I won't stop anyone to be fearless but please can we human beings be harmless;
I have no right to say this I know in my life I have hurt and harmed someone I'm that careless;

If only we could open our hearts and not give them a lock;
And fill which have empty and shower them with what they lack;
May it be physically, emotionally, spiritually, or psychologically on any aspect of a human being;
I know things seem so hard but if we have an open mind and heart dark skies and times will be brightly shining;

I know whomever we believe or know the one who Created us all will not abandon us;
For the gifts, we have like talents, knowledge, wisdom, and many more given by our Creator I still have faith in humanity and especially in our common Father God I trust;
I always remind myself in the vastness of creation I'm just a speck of dust;
Even that man of steel in a children's story has a weakness like steel eaten by rust;

So if it's a must to open and stretch our minds and hearts then put away those locks;
For the time is ticking for all of us we better spend it wisely and set our clocks;
Set aside or sacrifice anything that blocks us to reach a common goal;
Then if possible we all communicate, and cooperate for the common good of all;

I wish and dream we can all have an open mind and heart to lift one another;
This is a wish coming from an ordinary child-man who already lost his biological father and mother;
Will it be beautiful before we end our life's stories this world will be so much better;
And the next generation will no longer need to read this lengthy letter;
When daisies pied and violets blue,
  And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
  Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
              Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
  And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
  And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
              Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
Jellyfish Oct 2014
Why am I not surprised...?
This, always happens to me..
Nothing ever works out.. with anyone.
Everyone always leaves.

And it'll never be the same.
Wake me up.. some other day!
When the rain stops pouring over me.
and the sun comes out for a while..

But of course that's too much to ask for,
I'm in another life,
Where you can't hurt me anymore,
But that doesn't stop this fight.

I'm breathing.
Hey, wait I think I'm breaking.
I'm over the edge just thinking,
What if this is unpleasing, to you

I hope it's not,
Because the thought makes me go into shock,
I use to be falling so hard for you,
but it seems lately I've been crying it through
and now things are clearing up just a bit,
but my eyes are still red and I just can't help it.

So, please tell me this
Did I really hurt you?
I hope that I didn't,
I'm just trying to get through.
Because honestly an apology is long overdue.

But of course it'd be mine,
The line that'll seem blind,
Did you see it or not,
I think that you may have skipped it.
å Nov 2012
Born into an unpleasing society.
Stardust blown into her eyes.
A wonderful dreamer living on prideful lies.
Hope to one day find her way.
A capricorn fate, waiting for the day.
Growing up at a too fast rate.

Musically alive, holding on to lyrics to survive.
The black hole pulled her in.
Left her dead with no way to win.
Addicted but not ashamed.
Picture perfect and perfectly framed.
She is beautiful but doesn't know.

Her free spirit and selfishness is sure to show.
Psychotically sane, holding in her pain.
She misses her old life.
She'll regain that love and passion she once knew.
But for now her brighter days are fading to blue.
Max Chisholm Dec 2010
we found him laying barely breathing
and now were sitting silently grieving
the information were receiving
seems to be so unpleasing
so cold hearted almost freezing
cant stop the sniffling constant sneezing
full of cries not only weezing
from the pain your death is leaving
Maddie Jun 2015
When I was in eighth grade
I was told to define "love"
I already felt like I've been played
When push came to shove
Played in these stupid mind games

Wondering if he's thinking about me
At the same time I was thinking about an "us"
And what we could be
Would the thought make him grimace?
Or explode with glee?

Why can't he say it?
Why can't i?
I guess neither of us have true grit
I'm just wondering why
Does it make me hypocrite?

No matter the amount of flirting
Neither will admit
My heart's aching
Why can't someone commit?
What are we gaining?

The wondering is endless
Not that I'm helping
For I'm too nervous
That I'll just be babbling
The unknown is monstrous

Emptying my soul
To him would be difficult
Will it fill mmy hearts hole?
Or have unpleasing results?
My emotions are out of control

Reading into everything you do
Hoping for a sign
Or the slightest clue,
That you could be mine
What makes this such taboo?
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ryn Sep 2016
There lived a man, a crooked man
Whose journey was indeed sheer folly
He had hoped to meet someone, just anyone
To share his plight and story

Many had seen him walk his crooked walk
But thought him unpleasing and crazy
We had watched from afar, afraid to go near
And we had avoided him completely

We could've looked past his decrepit state
But we invested much in seeing with naked eyes
So quickly we turned the other way
We cared not if he lives or dies

We could've helped this man
To close the journey that he had then begun
The earth would now claim his body where it laid
As his soul disappears into the sun

Know this man, the crooked man
Whose looks weighed on us a tonne
We've lost the chance to see this man
The man we conveniently chose to shun
Part 6 of 6

How many times have we seen this man,
woman or child...
Then judged and looked the other way?

I, too, am guilty.
.
Abvz Temz Mar 2015
Does she sound familiar to you
she is sound of familiarity between strangers
You can call her the vintage sound
The intrusion that can’t be ignored
Tick tock ,don’t save the last dance for later
Repelled from the future to stay away from the present
Her Pendulum swing in search of happiness
she said we all need the clocksmith to repair our broken piece
Polish and shine me all you want without my sound am nothing
she might be an unpleasing sound to a married ear
forgive her if she craves for attention ,getting old and rusted is not a perfect look
Tick tock sees herself in the mirror only her reflection was no more
There was an old person of Bromley,
Whose ways were not cheerful or comely;
He sate in the dust,
Eating spiders and crust,
That unpleasing old person of Bromley.
The voice May 2013
Men are like shoes
You have to learn what pair to choose
The pretty ones will be in the front row
The front row is always seen first
And yes the shoes look marvelously perfect

But before you buy those shoes
TRY THEM ON
Because some shoes can cause pain
Can hurt, and leave mark behind
They will leave you torn apart
They will look perfect but feel so unpleasing

Sometimes we forget that the shoes in the back, exist
We choose the ones that are put in front of us
And we get lost in the same idea of nothingness
Sometimes those pretty shoes don't fit
but we keep them because our heart desires them

But the shoes that truly fit us are in the back,
the ones that are not as brilliant to the eye
yet, they have the notion to make us feel better

We have to decide whether we keep wearing the same shoes
Keep hurting ourselves
Or instead look for that pair that will make us feel new and better/.
Beverly Rowland Mar 2015
Don't matter who you are,
or how much money you make.
Don't matter if you tithe each Sunday,
God can see a fake.

When people know how much you give,
or just how much you've done,
it's hard to call that humble when your
bragging to your son.

If people turn and walk away, you can bet
they have good reason.
God want's us all to be the best we can
and get away from those unpleasing.

I won't raise my voice in anger,
or even scream or shout.
I realize I'm not perfect, yet you don't need
to point that out.

God know's he still has much to teach me,
but my hearts in the right place.
When all is said and done for us,
your money you can't take!


By Bevi Jean
Audrey Marie Apr 2016
I wanted to tell you, how I really felt.
I wanted to tell you, how much I liked you
I wanted to tell you, how much you meant to me.
I wanted to tell you all this is person but I was too afraid of getting an answer back, that would be unpleasing to the eye.
I'm afraid you'll reject me in a way that I've never felt before.
A feeling of hatred will come upon me as well as the feeling of heart break
but I text you that I need to tell you something but cant figure a way to get the words out.
so Ill do it here.
I really like you. Ever since you said you didn't want to date. I gained more and more feelings for you. Isnt it crazy? I want to tell you how I feel but "I'm afraid"
Based on a true event..
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
Strangest thing about racism in general.
Is in one another, we see each other.
And it doesn't matter the racial heritage.

In lovers, there's a common trait.
Some that's good.
Some, where we realize our mistakes?
Maybe, it's true.
That opposite attracts.

Then that's like the word bad luck being toss at the Black Cat.
Who didn't play a decision in its color?

We, as people are not really different.
We , all judge each other by their pigmentation.
Even down to the police department.

What ethnicity was the suspect?
What's their  eye color?
So on and so on.
Folks, within one another we see each other.

We even debate the race of Jesus.
Which is more unpleasing to God.
Because he want us to be judged by the heart

Where the beginning of love starts?

In heaven, there's no separate slots.
Just to enter, you're selected by God.
Scriptures teaches, not all with get to go.

Yes, even the hell raiser Satan does know.
Still, in one another , we see each other.

Similar to new born infants.
There don't know what color they are.
She was calling
I could hear it
She was so close
I could taste her breathe
Visualize her smell
My senses were tangling
Her form was breath taking
Her grasp on me was
Of another nature
I was of her making
Her lips were pale
The feel of them left me
Mesmerize
In another dimension
A slave
Working the manors  
Of her body
No
It wasn’t rational
It was somewhat
Inefficient
She required more
Desired more  
Treasured
Cherished
She couldn’t get enough of me
I was her craving
To her
Oxygen was irrelevant
I
Me
I was her
Everything
But yet
She was always livid
Moving with relentless emotion
Every time she danced
I felt a swipe of wind
Tear my face
Length to length
A smile made a path
But
I wasn’t happy with this
This
What I’d become
I was furious
I wish I could have said no
But she
Her presence removed all illness
Unwillingly she was the puppeteer master
I was made of wood and had to be held
Up
By her hands
She held the strings to my existence
I had let her cress me
Make me into the one she wanted
I let her do as she so pleased
But even that
That
Was no good
I had given up just
When she
She had given all
I was thru
She had just began  
I guess two opposites really do attract
I couldn’t get enough
Enough of her touch
Her smell
I tried telling myself I was done
With her
With these lies
These games we play
But I just couldn’t get enough
As much as I hate to admit it
I loved her
With everything in me
I loved her
You see that “loved”
Past tense
Cause at some point I
I worked up the courage to say no
Ended those unpleasing nights
I grew tired of it all and finally said no
I wasn’t hers and she wasn’t mine
I was simply the fool she toyed with
At night, of course
But
Somewhere
Something
Inside I missed her
And it grew and grew with great force
Until I wasn’t there anymore
There was none of me left to miss her
Liv Apr 2015
The ticking bomb of hate,
Constantly showering over our heads.

The unexpected explosions
Creating an even bigger gap,
Between you and I.
An exchange of wishful and unpleasing death
Yelled from across the battle field

We used to be World Peace,
But now we are,
World War III
Wrote this in 2013
my mind is somewhere but
my heart can't find it.
thoughts are ruling my head
but i'm being mislead.

i don't like who i am and it's
a pretty **** shame.
i can't seem to find or choose
which me i want to be.

my thoughts aren't clean and
i'm madder than hell.
to be wise is something that
i've loss long ago.

mentally the brain it's a cold
round empty ball.
an open field filled with empty
thoughts which are unpleasing.

defeated is what it is and it's has
a surreal way of taking over me.
there's no love there's no joy and
within i have no peace.
Leila Valencia Feb 2015
The kingdom I believe is within him

The night before last was the wind and it's sensations
I couldn't touch the grandness but I felt its nose peck at me with rays of swift fire
I didn't think the sand would bleed through my fists and the gold melted into my nails
(He was beautiful)


I was awake in another dimension asleep in a beautiful enigma of reality's hammock
The trees swiftly took me into the pyramids and strolled me into it's heaven and I couldn't laugh I couldn't lift, but in awe
My heart was thumping and my jaw was a quiver

Until, my lips were stale as he lounged on satin wire (my love is dyeing)
As he dove into his right fist his arms were wide
Until, the joy was unpleasing
and I couldn't lie around before I decided that I was to leave
The Nile was swift and fruitful
The lagoon was my midnight sensation

Dreams were further he was to close
I couldn't say the truth
The desert  embers on my teeth
And every bite I bleed a lie
I don't think I care anymore
(I should go)

He left with cracked diamonds and their flesh sparkling and my name was on either ring
I wringed for anything in us
but drops were nothing
The sizzle dissipates into air
Our burn was to simmer sometime  

( I will leave now)
Gods1son Sep 2019
If you've ever represented your school
in a competition, you'll remember that
Months/weeks/days before the day of contest,
You're subjected to exercises/tasks that
were more rigorous than your peers'
Timed challenges, tougher goals
Sometimes, lesser resources were provided
However, that is not considered torture but training
While your peers were sleeping/playing,
You were going through something "unpleasing"
The good news is, no matter your place in the contest (won a prize or not),
You're potentially better and more experienced than your peers.
You would have learned things your peers didn't know.

Maybe the things you're currently going through
Are preparatory grounds for greater wins that await you ahead
Maybe God has permitted the challenges
to come your way, not as torture but training
And God does know your breaking point,
It's not His desire to watch you break.
Embrace the "unpleasing" tasks today,
Knowing that there is a glorious win ahead.
This is not a piece coming from my heart or my mind. This is a piece coming from my Spirit. I hope it means something to someone.
PK Wakefield Dec 2011
some monsters are me

                    me
                                              me

               me

                                        

                                       me

                                                        some monsters
                                                                                     R
                                                                                           in my muscles
                                                                                                                        grotesque
                                                                                                    
                                                those greased
                                                unpleasing spit
                                                
                    me
                                  me

               me
                              me


      me

                   those monsters are meat

                                                                and
                                                                            blud

                                                                                       and
                                                                                                stuff

                                                                                                               those beasts
                                                                                                               are heavy ****
                                                                                                                                              and R me
jas Jan 2018
lack of motivation
life gets overwhelming
where am i consciously
thoughts are unpleasing
they tell me "chin up" but it's not that easy
swear it's like a disease
only can rely on me

tell me , am i setting myself up to fail?
just wanna make it , don't tell me the ship has sailed
spinning in circles , ******* life derailed
just take my *** to jail
problems too big it broke the scale

i'm losing myself ; can no longer feel
is anything left even real?
lost control soon as i took my hands off the wheel
swear i'm so low , how is this ideal?

gasping for air
if i took my last breath
who would care?
death and despair
why can't i just disappear

ripped apart from reality
the page tears
fell to my knees
so i say a prayer
why is happiness having an affair

how can i find myself
try to rewire my brain
force feed me pills to get rid of the pain
think i'm going insane
i'm not that picture perfect
don't pick me up and put me in a frame
compared to you , we are not the same

stuck in a slump
this is a speed bump
fall back down just to get up
than i shrug
life's got me ****** up
but negativity i will unplug

sweep these feelings under a rug
squash depression like a bug
don't come around if you ain't got no love

least i know my way back home
where the flowers bloom
the fireflies glow
when i take a midnight stroll
if i get lost along the way
i'll search for the words i wrote
and sing along to the tune that goes

"you might hit me with throws
and the low blows
put me on a ledge
keep me on my toes
but this is not the life i chose
if i'm down only god knows
i'll find the glasses colored with rose"
Cassidy Mae Dec 2015
I.
AT 10 YEARS OLD
I WAS ALL ENERGY AND KNOBBY KNEES
RED CHEEKS WITH BLUNT BANGS
I WAS TRYING TO GROW OUT
HEADBANDS WERE MY STAPLE
AND I ADORED MY BIG SISTER
BUT I NEVER NOTICED MY FLAWS
I RAN AROUND THAT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL PLAYGROUND
AS IF IT WERE MY OWN KINGDOM
IMAGINING THE ADVENTURES I WAS ON AND DREAMING
OF GROWING UP TO BE A VETERINARIAN
OR MAYBE A DOCTOR OR A NURSE
UNTIL YOU TOOK ME ASIDE AND TOLD ME
HOW UGLY I WAS
FAT AND RED FACED
WHAT WAS FAT?
THIS WORD DIDN’T OCCUR NATURALLY IN MY VOCABULARY
BUT SUDDENLY
I WASN’T BLIND TO WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME
THOSE RED CHEEKS
AND ROUNDNESS
BECAME MY FOCUS FOR YEARS TO COME

II.
YOU WERE SO THIN
I WAS SO FAT
OR SO I THOUGHT
BARELY 100 POUNDS OF MEAT ON MY
FIVE FOOT THREE FRAME
WE ALL WANTED TO BE SKINNY
SO WE DIDN’T EAT
OR WE DRANK NOTHING BUT DIET PEPSI
AND GOSSIPED ABOUT ALL OF THE
FAT GIRLS
I KNEW I WAS ONE OF THEM
ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU POINTED OUT HOW
MY LOWER BELLY POKED OUT
AND MY HIPS WERE SO MUCH WIDER THAN YOURS
THEN SUDDENLY
I HATED THE WOMANLY PARTS OF MY BODY
THE PARTS THAT WOULD MAKE ME
ONE DAY
ABLE TO CARRY A BABY AND CREATE A LIFE INSIDE OF MYSELF
THE MAGAZINES SHOWED ME A BODY
I COULD NEVER HAVE
FOR THE STRUCTURE I WAS COULDN’T LOOK THAT WAY
NO MATTER HOW I TRIED
I AM ME

III.
I WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME
I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO ENSURE YOU DID
SO WHEN YOU SAID
I COULD STAND TO LOSE A FEW POUNDS
OR GO TO THE GYM
WHEN YOU ASKED ME IF I REALLY
NEEDED TO EAT THAT SECOND TORTILLA
OR SERVING OF EGGS
WHEN YOU POKED MY CHEEK AND TOLD ME
I HAD SIDEBURNS
I FELT ASHAMED OF THE BODY I’D GROWN
THIS FLESH AND BONE THAT HOUSED MY SOUL
WAS STILL HAUNTING ME
I HATED IT
I WANTED TO DIE
I WANTED TO PROVE MY WORTH
BECAUSE HOW MUCH WOULD THAT BE
IF THE FLESH AND BONE WRAPPED AROUND ME
WAS UGLY AND
UNPLEASING TO THE EYE
*** WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD TO OFFER YOU
AND YOU TOOK IT WILLINGLY
THANKFULLY I LEARNED QUICK
THAT YOU WEREN'T THE ONE FOR ME
AND BROKE THAT HATEFUL CYCLE

IV.
YOU COMPARED OUR BODIES
THOUGH WE WERE VERY DIFFERENT IN BUILD
AND STRUCTURE
HOW OUR BODIES GREW COULDN’T HAVE BEEN MORE DIFFERENT
IN YOUR COMPARISON
THOUGHT YOU CLAIMED IT WAS COMPLIMENTARY
I BEGAN TO DESPISE MY BODY
I KNEW I’D GROWN
I KNEW I’D GAINED WEIGHT
I LOOKED DIFFERENT THAN I USED TO
NO LONGER ABLE TO FIT INTO CLOTHES I’D ONCE LOVED
SO VERY ROUND
SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED OVER THE COURSE OF YEARS
THAT MADE ME LOVE FOOD AND ENJOY MY LIFE MORE THAN
BE CONCERNED ABOUT MY LOOKS
UNTIL YOU STARTED TO COMPARE US
THEN I OBSESSED
I WANTED TO LOOK GOOD
AND BE BETTER
THEN WHEN I DID
YOU COMPLAINED THAT
I WAS JUST SKIN AND BONES
AND THAT HURT WORSE THAN THE COMMENTS
ON MY ROUNDNESS
BECAUSE I SOMEHOW KNEW
YOU WERE RIGHT

V.
THERE WAS A VOICE THAT TOLD ME
SINCE I WAS 10
YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH
YOU ARE NOT LOVABLE
THIS BODY
THE FLESH AND BONE THAT HOUSES YOUR SOUL
IT IS ALL YOU ARE WORTH
IT SOUNDED LIKE ALL OF YOU
EACH WHO HAD RUNG SUCH DOUBTS IN MY EARS
SO WHEN I PLACED FOOD INSIDE MY MOUTH
IT MADE ME CRINGE
AND MY STOMACH TURN
BECAUSE EVERY BITE WAS CALORIES
I NO LONGER CRAVED THE FOODS I ONE LOVED
SLOWLY I MELTED
I BEGAN TO SHRINK
MY SKIN BECAME DRY AND MY LIPS CRACKED
I BEGAN TO GROW VELVETY SOFT HAIR
ON EVERY BIT OF MY BODY
MY *******
ONCE FULL AND LOVELY
BECAME SMALL
MY HIPS WERE SLIGHT
AND THE BONES THAT HELD ME UPRIGHT BEGAN TO PEEK OUT
AND THEN I FELT WORTHY
AND LOVABLE
THOUGH I STILL DIDN’T LOVE MYSELF
ANYMORE THAN I HAD BEFORE

VI.
AT THIRTY I ADMITTED
I HAVE THIS DEMON
THIS VOICE
IT HAUNTS ME
EVERY SINGLE DAY
I WANT TO BURY IT
SOME DAYS I CAN
OTHER DAYS
I’M NOT THAT LUCKY
SOME DAYS I CAN ENJOY MY LIFE
FOOD IS NOT A BURDEN
OTHER DAYS
I WANT TO CRY WITH EVERY BITE I EAT
I WANT TO KEEP SHRINKING
TO MAKE MYSELF SMALLER
BUT I REALIZED
THAT I’M BIGGER THAN THIS VOICE
I AM BIGGER THAN THIS BODY EVEN
MY SOUL IS LIKE THE STARS IN THE SKY
INFINITE
AND LOVELY
AND BURSTING WITH ENERGY
LIGHTING UP THOSE AROUND ME
AND THE BODY THAT KEEPS THAT ENERGY INSIDE
IS TEMPORARY
SO WHY NOT LOVE IT NOW
WHILE I STILL HAVE THE CHANCE
BECAUSE ONE DAY
WE WILL ALL BE DUST AND
MY BODY WILL NO LONGER MATTER
BUT MY SOUL WILL FOREVER BEAR THE SCARS
THAT ARE SELF INFLICTED FROM YEARS
OF TORTURE AND SELF LOATHING
AND FROM THE HURTFUL WORDS THAT WERE SAID
OUT OF SPITE
AND OUT OF MEANNESS
AND OUT OF MISUNDERSTANDING
JidosReality Aug 2016
I would rather trust a women's instinct than a mans reason, I'm sick and tired of fake people for many different reasons.


A women's instinct is the truth no reason to mis lead me. All these fake other people around are a new bread of ******* leaches.


They make me sick they really do cockroach little leaches, I had to write this poem to get all this anger out my system, I see them coming from were they don't I won't let them in my head no I won't.


They mind games are seriously silly hurry up tick tock the clock is ticking, you ******* leaches creatures always scheming and tricking. 


Your end game is your game my anger is your pain I refuse to play dumb that situation has Ended, you blocked and un followed yes mate you un freinded, my Pen is so angry let the words speak to mend it.


How can I trust a mans reason? When a mans reason is unpleasing two faced qweek'ly judging realising that trust was nothing.


At least a womens instinct is realistic no mind games no *******, she's trusting not wanting not thinking she needs to be winning. That game she ain't playing her instincs are all she's saying.


She ain't got nothing to gain but a simple solution to my pain, let me be honest and explain I'm sick of fake people who always sound the same. So let me remind you my poetry's so exciting. 


JidosReality 6.6.15
Am tired of fake people this poem has so much meaning in it.
Phillip Knight Jul 2016
So many times in life
Have my eyes deceived
My heart has coerced me the wrong way
Down paths unyielding of self-deprecation
In eyes of pressured sight
concluding the colours of beauty
To be the ones I am told;
Not the ones I actually gape upon
Foreign film now dubbed in unpleasing vocal falsities
No longer subtitled
As music suddenly gleeful overtakes folky routes, now vanish

Where did I go to hide
Suspended space and time, for how long, I know not
Just waiting for someone to say
I will save you

And there you rose
To remind me that olive grey is my favourite
That the gravelly thump of blues can make me shine
That loneliness is never loneliness
When within your heart I stay

On my sweet
How we watch this world through Paris eyes
Two minds wrapped in one another
I never sleep without you
For even in loss you appear in dream.
Wonderful points in which we change
Change in self-awareness
Confidence in portraits we paint each other
Hold me in your thoughts
For with you I cling to love
Mark Lecuona Jun 2016
I watched the serenity, alone
Reflections of a mountain sky
I thought of skipping rocks
But it wasn’t my right
It would be unpleasing to the eye
So my stones did not fly
For upon still calm waters, to atone
Is to accept peace in its natural state
And not as something that I own

I watched the war, alone
Failure of the human spirit
I thought about the legacy of man
But what of my right
Is it something that I inherit
Or earn by merit
For upon rippled waters, to atone
Is to know a past life is not the fate
That must cast its dominion upon my own
James M Vines Aug 2015
If you see something that you find different is it ugly or pretty to you. If you see someone that is different, how do you judge their worth? If someone does not have the traits that are attractive to you, are they unpleasing to see. Where does beauty lie? Is it inside of a person or a thing. Something that might be an ugly rock can be polished into a beautiful gem. A person who is awkward at one point might be graceful at another. Where does beauty lie?  Is there a set scale that truly measure it, or are there many things that must be accounted for? Where does beauty lie?
preservationman Aug 2014
It’s the many situations that arise
Yet it is documentation that is seen with thine eyes
Voices that argue present no truth
The route to deceive
It is not the assumption to perceive
But carefully analyzing in what is actually received
Voice of chosen words
Open ears in being heard
The multitudes in overwhelming mount
It’s the resolutions that truly count
Unity being the community
My sisters and brothers
We are like no other
The proof being the movement and documents being the solid brass
The evidence in being up front and not making it last
Coming together in visualizing effort
What is unpleasing and distasteful too think
It’s like a downing ship that will only sink
Yet prosper on meaningful thoughts with direction leading to possibilities in organized sought
But it takes continual activity
This is what is too become a reality
Lift every voice and sing
Yet I want to leave you with one thing
“Action in multitude and together we shall soothe”
With that said, I must conclude.
Ken Pepiton Apr 10
We become the stories we tell.
What the hell? That

Is a common question not answerable.
Lack of link, what what the hell?
AI ignore it, we call it another idle phrase,
used to express befuddlement.

A curious fuzziness. Impulse to pull
sense from a hat. Threaded thoughtwise.
Ha, I've a mind…

Fiddle with the tuner, the ****'s a little loose.

Hushshshsh, gentle gentleman, wisdom whispers
listen
easy is never the bad way, the hard way, offers glory,
dare the devil and win, the right way, -- walking away.

ignorant bliss, buzzing beings wished, was
available this morning,
sunshine, softly singing silly kids morning noises,
calling out countdowns to the chrome yellow bus…

Goodbye, Columbus. Literary allusion to unread books.
And shirtless Ali McGraw, in the movie. Artsy flick.
And then, Far from the Maddened Crowd, same chick…
with me, at the movies, not in the movie, me
and Blue, whose brothers I barely knew, we
saw three films together, we had raw unpleasing ***,
three curiously wondering why we only saw highbrow films.

Third one was Gordon Parks, The Learning Tree.

There was one movie house in the town.
It was a four-square spinoff revival church by 1985.

Really,  you know how lucky you are, boy, knowing
"to be"
as the answer we all answer Hamlet, in each role
his messed up character, appears in to offer
the one real question,
as if being were once a choice, each day…

ah, we. E-t, et et-ern
from Latin aeternus
"of an age, lasting, enduring, permanent, everlasting, endless,"
contraction of aeviternus
"of great age,"
from aevum "age"
(from PIE root *aiw-
"vital force, life; long life, eternity").
Good men, wombed or un, must
Endure unto the end…

from Latin indurare "make hard,"
in Late Latin
"harden (the heart) against,"
from in- (from PIE root *en "in") + durare
"to harden," f
rom durus "hard," f
rom PIE *dru-ro-, suffixed variant form
of root *deru- "be firm, solid, steadfast."

Tough nut. Hard row. Slippery slopes,
deep dark holes, boggy winter swamps…

As the world turns, the young and restless age.
April 502 release
Whit Howland Sep 2020
Like a knock
on wood or a tree

it was a thing
a circumstance

causing annoyance
your lack of faith

in me
your distrust

was something
unpleasing to my ear

you might still remember me
but you would not recognize

my self today

I'm not the same guy
you once knew

who tolerates an incessant noise
or that kind of rudeness

Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.

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