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Dechanteur Oct 2013
There is no exist regret
I believe this is not the end yet
Thank you dear ego
You win again ever since 22 years ago.

Her thoughts dangling everywhere
Thinking, wandering, whinning
And it seems she won't lose
If she never tried different voices.

Now it's your lost dear
Who else to tell, who else to hear
Fighting over the fine line near the border
Again, shouldn't be regret over wasted tears.

I once created you for her dignity
Now you growing stronger over her pride
I still shall not trying to get rid of you
You worth there saving her from falling apart.

Is this a fight over yourself?
Is this a lost over somebody worth a lifetime?
The feeling remains dormant
Quiscent till it is open by the fate written.
Sam Temple May 2016
Sittin at my desk wrestin with casas testers it’s a mess in the west when they express they hate these tests I rest my head on the desk and try to take a nap, restless sleep as my guests are blessed with criminal success and some failure see they are in jail and your gonna meet me if you leave the streets and catch a rap maybe packin a strap thinkin you all that it’s a trap like chicky saying its your baby actin lazy head all hazey bout to go crazy but instead you head to the jail cell cant afford bail whinning and wailing set you mind sailing quit flailing and failing let jail bring you educational singing graduation bells ringing mamma bringing baby sister to the shindig, it’s a win win better community orientation with a chance at employment despite a conviction let go the friction its just a decision and I am given you the chance to start liven …..
Maahv Z Aug 2018
4 am & i am up
thinking about life; and those casual heartaches
blurred over lines, from
hangovers; from last night
dissolved in an abyss
lost in momnets of love.

6am and this struggle
continue in my vassal, holding into hope
these are careless whinning
another vegabond- bottled up
in crazy soul; and this body
how do i refine myself of these
'too many' memories
i still don't know why i cried
it's something that my heart
rearranged & felt in its cage- waiting to be free
carved in moment of silence

8pm - i replace smiles
and removing soberity
putting on wilderness- empty roads
empty brothels
people- of their smiles; faces; of all kind
and rendered between those faces
dancing away like i am not myself
as long as i can dance.
who cares to be carrassed.
this town is a blessing-
slowly & drifting away- i am crafted in these soulless ***** nights

midnight- & those fading passions
everything changes- like a bad man's dream- why did i leave?
i was never meant to stay back?
never fits into this mess
there''s no healing- and no way back
unable to recognize this emptiness- not everything gets filled
it's like both way- glass half full; and half empty
all surrealist--fading away
into a myth of starry night.
Eshwara Prasad Mar 2023
In between a life of anguish and fleeting bliss, praying and whining persisted unabatedly.
Veronica Aug 2016
I have deeply respect for people who have cancer
Wether they are kids babies adults
They are strong and stay happy and positive even though they know what their destination might be
They never let the hope die
They always have patience for a miracle to save their lives
I pray for them for god to help them in every way
I wish this cancer would never exist
And for there to be a cure for this thing
I cant believe how evil this cancer could be
It amazes how this people could be this strong and fearless
When i see normal people like us we panic over any pitty ****
We should learn from people who really suffer and stop whinning over little ****
Because our lives arent in danger like theirs
Trust me they wish they could be going through any little thing
Instead of going through what they are going through
But everyone who has cancer you will all be in my prayers and i will wish along with you for a miracle to happen and save you
Everyone please lets all pray along
Start making a positive in other sufferring lifes
Xoxo
This also goes for hugo gomez i saw the news and it broke my heart they said all they wanted was a prayer from us
I will pray for him and also for all the kids adults babies that are going through this. ❤
leeannejjang Jul 2015
Just like a leaf,
blown away by the wind.
everything I love about you,
is gone by a blink.

..where did my man go?
Replaced by a childish boy,
whinning every little bit in life.
An inconsiderate fool,
who care less about others.

...where did my love go?
Somewhere deep in you heart,
you buried a treasure I hold dear in my life.
The man I adore so much,
now trapped in a stone heart.

...how can I save you my dear?
when all you do is push me away.
I tried to climb up your walls,
but you made it higher for me to fall.

I still love you, yes I do.
But, I'm tired.
Tired of chasing after you,
when all you do is run and hide from me.

I'll just wait for you to comeback.
To look back and find me not there at your back.
I hope you wouldn't take so much time,
because my heart might forget,
as time eats our memories away,
all the beautiful things we created.
continuation of my other poem entitled to the man.
Francie Lynch Jan 2019
If I want you to continue reading,
Then I must be truthful and forthright.
That's my decision.
And I'm good at deciding stuff.

One time I decided to change
My mailing address, have my mail
Redirected for a personal reason.
Another time, I decided to impersonate
My brother in court.
I didn't say all decisions were good ones.
So, allow your imagination to comply as I tell this story...

Did I mention I've a very active imagination.
More profound than my decision making skills.
    
     There's a young boy, on the verge of adulthood,
     aged twelve, and he often stays out all night...


Okay, I'll tell the truth. The boy is me.
But you probably already knew that,
Didn't you?

     On arriving home one morning,
     He comes upon an unusually locked
     back door, but he can hear the TV and
     the dog whinning. The Mercury is idling
     in the driveway. The trunk ajar...


My imagination is messing with the truth.
There is no open trunk, but the curtain blowing
Out my parents' main floor bedroom window is true.

     The idea of my having a key to the house is silly.
     That would mean eight keys with kids that know
     nothing about locks and keys. We were free to run,
     uninhibited, all adventure, no phones, little radio,
     and a TV that hardly ever worked. So, no key. To my
     right, I notice the frill laced curtain flapping out my
     parents' bedroom window.
     Open? Do I dare
?

I've always been known for my recklessness and lack of foresight.
So I turned towards their window...
Ady Nov 2013
Some days I sit at the train station and pretend I am someone else. Everything is dully colored by the graying sky yet vibrantly staying vivid before my eyes. The passing trains transporting passengers, day to day, in the core of its system. A monster, a saviour, nothing, whichever you choose it to be. That is it. Its metallic surfaces colliding with the brutal rails, whinning and cringing its fixed despair. It is a beautiful day, you know? A day just the same as yesterday yet more aflame from the one before. Just like any other day. People going by and never coming back. There is not a minute in the world that is the same, each second more important than the last. Humanity, however, has neglected and forgotten the simplest joys of living, the tend to go by simply existing; thriving. Who cares? Nothing changes, things always in the same static time line of life.
It is december, a personal favourite, yet people mechanically function to the rhythm of ballads from the clock; tick tock, it goes. Entranced, subjected, loosing the spark of life. And now a second is a whisper, a minute but a yawn, and days, months and years the buzzing of a smart phone.
What really matters anymore?
The terrible train buzzing and rumbling the earth with its tremors; going on a fixed position. It is a carrier, another synthetic creation of the human "power". Now, we [consider ourselves] are nothing. Outsiders to our homes. My perception of the world affected by this so-called "evolutionary era".
Of what?
Well, social divergency, the rusting metal and the beeping notices on lighted screens. Apathetic and analytic.
Creating more problems and solving but one.
Just a narrative from awhile ago.
Excuse the grammar.
Jeffrey Robin Jun 2016
.



soon soon

world war 3

///

Then you will be officially dead

And you won't have to keep
Pretending


••••


••••

We are the stuff of pure pathos

;;

Whinning about ... Love !!!

::

Whinning in the most

Pathetically selfish ways

::

The term "" broken heart "

Is now the stuff of sick jokes

Of really

Very sick people

••


""

Years pass soft and slow

You can be an angel if you want

••


You can be an actual human being

If you'd try

.
karins simanis Jun 2014
Not another  sad poem

Hey guys I fell lonely and sad

Just stop whinning dude
Are you dog who whines
Are just a piece of guy
Who just can't find a girl
Just a buy a *******
And just married her

***** No !!!!! *

I hate that sentence
That my parents told me
They said "If you are 18
Still no love of your life"

"We will buy you a *******
And married her "
Are you out of mind
To say that to your son

I am just *******
By that sentence that
Told me another day
And guess what

I am ******* boy
Who cant just ask
Out a girl because
I am suicide freak
Well where all begin . First I am just a f*** lonely boy who haven't been on proper first date, first teen party, haven't got a first kiss yet . Second is that parents told me "When I will be 18 and still haven't got my first girlfriend and they will buy me ******* and date her " Well by that sentence I got ******* .
Salmabanu Hatim Jan 2021
A woman tried to shoo away a whinning mosquito from her ears,
The mosquito landed on her neck and bit her,
"Be warned lady, my bite is worse than my buzz.
20/1/2021
Seema Jul 2017
Throbbing, humming
My beating heart
Shivering, quivering
Breaking apart
Bleeding, pleading
Tears of mourn
Nagging, begging
Deliberately torn
Sighing, whinning
Clashes of words
Wailing, spilling
Unknown odds
Broken, spoken
Truth and lies
Waken, Forsaken
Unanswered whys
Breathing, Sneezing
Dose of poison
Laying, dying
Illegitimate reason
Laughing, crying
My very own
Carried, buried
Sympathies shown
Sailing, sinking
Death my freedom
Wandering, Walking
In a dark kingdom...
Fiction.
On days when my feelings are down and my lashes drown in tears, that's when my mind wonders and I write what my mind utters and my ink hears :)

©sim
Francie Lynch Dec 2023
We have some neighbours
That require a fence;
They're a Circus Family,
Gripping tight
On the high trapeeze.
They fared quite well,
For a high flying group;
For as long as they held on.

They stay at home,
With their children,
Full-grown,
Whinning incessantly.

Uncivility spoiled them.

They have much to say,
But do little to help
The state of their family.
There's internal strife
Arguing one's right to life;
So a tall fence should be good for me.

They point fingers,
Lay blame,
Call us names,
Act inane,
And for what?
Their House is on fire,
They believe all the liars,
They'll watch it burn
With the clown.
Burn to the ground.
Jbazt Shitsphere May 2020
How can we lost something when its never been ours from the start?
How can it be upsetting when we haven't kept it inside our heart;

When its very confusing and you lost the desire to do your part,
There should be no point whinning when hearts and minds are zillion miles apart;

For tomorrow is a lovely day a chance to know ourselves much more better,
To understand our inner self and tell what we really want in the distant later;

Time ticks so fast as life can be a ***** for forever,
Happiness should be both ways coz thats the only thing that should matter.
Yenson Sep 2023
Who is to confuse thou
is it the roundhead kapo crooner carping his master's tripe
is it the ragged beggar
floored in discord stringing prodigal's self lament in paradise
who dost can depress
is it the graduated traditional char-wallers still quivering to Raj
Is personality altered
by prime wastrels and lazy-bones who defer ripe opportunities
to merry in Ale houses
whinning about birthrights while a brown runs the high houses
of their absent fathers

Come see mass hyteria
tangled round disgraced under-achievers waving blame flags
In divergent delusions
they spout lies to cover lies and more lies to cover more lies
Flying monkeys follow
eating sour grapes from the pungent grapevines of illusions
Praise our Great Creator
He gives laughable patethic adversaries in blooming ignorance
In their sad insularity
Honour shaming, dignity shaming, virtue shaming is a thing
need we say more........
yo mamas!!  .......hahaha.....I mean, they're not princesses, not Royal in any way....hahaha
Perhaps, we should present our heads at the Tower, they will do a better job of doing our heads in, don't you thinks, mates!
I am an American woman.
Rough and oddly strange.
I rebel against Dandelions,
I celebrate the omnipresent
Ladybug assault every year.

My age is irrelevant.  The
patterns in the gardens
of thought are my friends.

Some of the night’s whinning
winds wake me before
I remember you.

Time slaughters thought.
No syllables amount to
clarity of forgiveness.

I am an American woman.
I cry in private places you
know nothing about.

My God is still overseas.
In time the laws of
Harmony

will send you

also

Home.

And what will you do
with me then?

I am an American woman.
Here are my credentials…

Don't just walk on the
pages where it talks
about me.

Briefly.


Caroline Shank
Was here.
October 25, 2024

!.

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