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It’s about a half past midnight 
The time I always get my brain thinking of you 
Actually i don’t know if I just get my head thinking of you 
or you get in my head for me to think of you 
Six years down this hard life there is not a day I haven’t done that 
Its routinal it has to happen 
I hate you for hating me that much 
I know we all drowned but we didn’t die 
The silence gets louder and I am forced to think you’re not part of me any more 
But is that real 
Are the vows broken that easily 
The bonds we built every other time our lips touched 
Are they shattered that easily 
I don’t hate that you found love again 
Actually I too tried to find some one 
Though it didn’t just work out 
But I hate the way you keep silent on me
Give a hi a day u don’t know how high that would lift me a day 
So if you loved me as u said u did some time
Can you please share a second of your time with me a day 
Just to be sure we wish merry for each other 
Though it didn’t work between us
July 22, 2018 10:04 pm
24 lines, 222 words


I am not my Faults
I am not my Darkness
I am not my Fears
I am not my Chaos
I am not my downfall 
I am not my Failure
I am not my Regrets
I am not my Mistakes
I am not my Wrongs
I am not my storms
I am not my Difficult
I am not my Sins
I am not my Demons
I am definitely not my Past but I am "ME" and that's all I am,all I have,all is,all that will..."Me"

#Poetic Genetics
_Karabo R
July 15, 2018 3:03 pm
18 lines, 93 words


Go ahead laugh,smirk do or say what you are going to do..i wont and cant stop you..its ok and except that im the have proved yourself out as the you thought you were cool,walking around claiming to be the time you knew you bad me fooled,i already had the clue;you never or knew how to be true..but its all good cuz who am i to judge?iam able to at least except tbat i chose to be the fool..and to sit back in the crowd n enjoy the show;rather than wanting to be the ringleader and run the show..while you were in the streets claiming to be down and believing to be on the grind;im the"REAL WORLD" of reality you were doin what a ring leader does...marching around advertizing"the circus is in town"..but its ok in your own unrealistic world to believe in what you see and who you claim to im willing to settle with compromise instead of least have a lil respect to turn our backs to each other and walk away and live in our own realistic world..
July 15, 2018 11:52 am
2 lines, 208 words

only you, my rose (haiku)

only you, my rose
more beautiful everyday
it will not wither
July 13, 2018 1:47 am
3 lines, 11 words

My Guy

Social Insurance Warrior
If you were a butterfly,
          you would fly.
If you flew over the sky,
         you would shine.
Moons and stars can be your prize,
                but I've surmised.
I love you most when you can read my mind.
But yo,
It feels like mountains when we climb.
      A few short steps to springtime,
                               my guy.
July 10, 2018 3:13 am
11 lines, 54 words

Metaphors and Smiles

my dude
Rhetoric plastic, poetic, exhausted, flat,
Writing financial, desperate, jotting of man,
Jotting of women, writing like Hopkins' cat.

Knocking, hawking, a life exhausting.
Like a bat, man wishing to live robin,
Honor lacking, yet adapting cotton.
Promises not lacking, action falters,
River flows, close your eyes,
Wake up to another life.
May 11, 2018 7:30 am
10 lines, 51 words

Angels sings

Mary's poems
Angels sings
The glory

The old flame
The old days
Time again

New glory
A new song

Angels dreams
Sing glory
April 30, 2018 4:42 am
14 lines, 23 words

A Beautiful Life

much love
Feelings made up, makeshift,
Ideals for tomorrow racist,
She remarks foundation.
He responds formation,
Endlessly talks mountains,
Flying fowl, howling oasis.

The boy comes around,
Left alone unanswered,
Too late for pounding.
Too late surmounting,
Midnight is the hour,
With a toy box full of clowns,
Breath like oneself drowning,
Her words are like fire,
Counting her countenance,
Even if she implied flowering,
He runs away cowardly, trampling.
April 27, 2018 9:29 am
18 lines, 68 words

Old Money

Poster of an omen, toking,
Dreaming by a plastic ocean,
Most fast forward, hopeful;
King of post, tasks chosen,
Still lives Midas, hands golden.

Lapland where they dig holes,
Smoke weed and dance poles,
Kings of the foal, antsy, cold.
The older they grow, though,
He loses his power, cowers,
Curses feeling, eats pantry.
Banishes his people of necessity,
Carelessly manages feeble himself,
Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved;
Departs common and flowers nothing.
April 24, 2018 3:17 pm
16 lines, 73 words