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Kanishka Jul 16
Behind every successful man,
There is a woman.
To achieve this ideology,
I'm crumbling myself to pieces,
As best as one can.
I'm willingly giving myself up to this social construct. Everything we do for an unreciprocating love.
L Sep 2018
"This is your home now."
    Pft, yeah, *******.
Yeah, sure, I live here.
    Lived. I had a key.
It's where I went to sleep
    every night.

"Home."
I have no home.
What a silly joke.
What a cruel fate.
Oh, woe is me, eh?
Oh, god, how pathetic.
    ******* pathetic.
What in the ****.
Nassif Younes Apr 2016
Your swagger is an essential component
Of the planet's orbit.
You're as cool as a cucumber
In a freezer
On Triton.
You're so hot
That global warming
Is all your fault.

All hail the loudhailer.
Hail to his handshake that shakes you inside,
Hail to his exchange of pleasantries,
Always unfair in your favour.

All hail the loudhailer,
Inhale the love of the loudhailer
Inhale his wisdom
That shines when you listen
Or his naievety that shows
When you listen carefully,

Or his carefree philosphy
That's lost on the logical
And wasted on those
Not equally wasted,

Or his misery which hides
On the unseen side
Of his lifelong dichotomy,

Or his snap inside
And snap request
For help
From those he told to see misery
As one's own unnecessary
Attachement to quote, unquote
The negative energy.


You're hot stuff now
And one day you'll burn
But we, at least, have learned
Not to mourn
But to sit back
Before the flames
And enjoy the bright side.
Ann M Johnson Jun 25
Oh good grief,in reality grief don't feel so good
Good morning we hear as some stranger walks by in a hurry.
Is there a good mourning process? My insomniac laden brain seems to be kinda blurry. Another morning has arrived piercing through my muddled thoughts.As the alarm clock buzzing and blaring cuts through the silence. Reminding me of the demands of the day.As my energy is drained from lack of good sleep. I think when will things get back to quote unquote normal? Do I even want them to? My grief burdened brain asks. Why does the world keep going at a madly quickening pace as if nothing has happened? I wish it could still but a moment out of respect for yet another  loved one that has passed on out of my immediate grasp. I wish for but another moment to say goodbye. I long to say one more I love you! To hear their laughter cut through the air. To see their smiling face,or one more embrace.
Sudden death is especially difficult not having time to emotionally prepare. I feel some regret for lost time. I wish I had been there more towards the end. I wonder was I a good enough friend? I was not able to go to the service. I found out about it after the fact. Maybe it could have helped me if only I could have been there. His death was too sudden. He was still young. He was 2 years younger than me. A stark reminder of my own mortality.
At times I feel like crawling back in bed and isolating myself from the world.
   My culture does not have a big emphasis on mourning. I am expected to keep busy. I cringe when I look at my calendar with multiple appointments a head. I drag my sleep deprived body throughout the day. Trying to face each day's demands. Longing for some solace. To be able to be held while I cry. Instead I feel alone in my grief. No sack clothe and ashes to publicly declare that I am in mourning. No group of people to wail and cry with me. I can try to watch a sad movie and hope my tears don't embarrass anybody if they should see me. I try to clean my apartment and rip up old papers in preparation for an apartment inspection. No rest for the weary I guess. Maybe this public declaration of my grief could be proper societal mourning after all at least for me in the presence of all my "Hello Poetry" friends.
In the last few months I have had 5 loses of people I care about. I would appreciate  your feedback and comments. As always I appreciate your friendship.

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