the twilight zone

The Twilight Zone

In the nearest town and close to all amenities

such as hospitals and funeral parlours my wife

and went to look at an elderly people’s hotel

where people of a certain age get a small flat to

live in, yet it has a café for the social evening with

where young ladies who have gone to university

and studied geriatrics, sing and give the recital of

something sui...

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Extolling the great | dead canines in Spain | murderous laughter | truth be told | wonderful Scandinavia | wildfire | wildfire | Morpheus`s kiss | Marvellous life | the lay of the land |


I would rank in order of personal satisfaction

1.   The Ghostie

2.   The Clean Sweep

3.   The Greasy Rocket

Ecumenically speaking, if all three should coalesce you should lift up your heart to praise your God.

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Also by John Coopey:


Expect us not to believe

Expect us not to believe
You could miraculously fetch
Water with a sieve!

Till we return to dust
You, nothing better than a rust,
Could not quench our thirst.

Collecting taxes
Without combing out lechers
That spare not even the broke
Or the stone to siphon
Rather has an impact adverse,
For it is allowing few
Nation's wealth unfairly amass
At a cost of harm to
The credulous and       ...

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Tags: corruption, tax

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Ego-rocking words | Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife? |

My Words

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My words sometimes flow
Like a torrent, Like a sieve
Hope to inspire


Spring weather
It's not too cold, it's not to hot
It's January

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Tags: Haiku, Poems, senyru

Also by Shirley Smothers:

Depressed Haiku, sort of |

There Is No Enemy

There Is No Enemy


     Don’t surround yourself with negative people!

They say,

     Tones of propaganda and brainwashing

Committed to the none committed


Let’s take a good look at what

This cliché known as Earth expects,

Expects of each and every citizen,

Citizens born upholding compassion,

Now trained in each and every kind

Of killing.



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Children's Mental Health Week (8th - 15th Feb)

In order to mark Children’s Mental Health Week (8th – 15th Feb. 2016) I have gathered together my personal collection of pieces related to depression et al in the hope that some crumbs of comfort can be gleaned and passed on. Please see the SAMPLES section of my profile.

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Spin on This | Haiku: Punxsutawney Phil | Haiku: Carpet of Crocus | Silent Witness 2 (Supernova) | Haiku: SAD |

Croutons of Guilt

Too ashamed

To give

Her name





Her nose




On Air









Are not


In feeling

This way





Suck her



To when

She was


To the


With guilt



From a

Golden goblet


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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

A Whiff | format | EQUILIBRIUM | normal |


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Each beautiful shrouded night

grey matter deleted

its usefulness forgotten

memory banks depleted


Each day a little vacant space

filled with nothing new


Writing at his desk

he notices the tremor 


Mother looks on

father to

forty years back

steady and true



come to all,

they’ll come to you. 


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Tags: humility., loss, Mortality

Also by Wolfgar:

Cathedral | The virtue of silence | Eternity's sunrise | Stolen | The impatient lighthouse | An ending | Peppermint tea with Gavin Bryars | A Mother | Un-slaved | Beyond the coriolis | Reflections on enforced separation | < = > |

In the corridors of after light

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Fiery day is banked down

subsiding into

the smouldering core of sunset


and you O handsome bird

soon to be caressed

by the unreeling of luminary tendrils


the fluency of nightfall.


Near motionless ornamental

monarchic sentry

surveying a realm of moon powdered fields

with clockwork fashioned turns of the head.


Ghostliness and v...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Pouring of the hearts | Striped and spectorial | Knife edge | Avoidance of scotch mist | Water music | Prophecy | Born to be Wilde | Rough diamond | Cumulous & Co. | Midnight in Shouldbepulleddown Street | Mr Dark and I | Dying days menu |

Bookshop Millie

I've forgotten my glasses

So this place is pointless


But I'm hanging around

Because there's this girl - 'Millie'

Who works the till

And we're spending her

'Half day' together


She's taking me to a bar

Where they do great latte

And a blueberry muffin

To die for


We met a few days ago


I was browsing 'Rock & Pop'

(With my glasses on)

When I...

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Also by mike watts:

Chicken pie | Sketches and Zeppelins |


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Nods are due to K. Mellanby for inspiring the tune, Marcie Summers for the vocal,

and Pete Dymond for the arrangement of my song.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


When I went to America

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Like a fish outa water a were

When I went to America

Strollin down the Walk of Fame

Tryin not tu step ont Stars' Names

When a went to America


Meetin Charlie Chaplin

Oh wot a to do

An im from Batman

Cant remember is name; can you?

When a went to America


Oh that massage parlour; wot a palarva

Think ad teken a wrong turnin somehow

A was such a silly cow


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I know you're out there 
I can hear your voice in the wind that rustles the leafless trees 
Like them I'm waiting for Spring 
For warmth 
To grow again inside love 

I'm searching for you
I chase my shadow in the fading colours of the setting sun
Look for your message amongst the stars 
Face upturned 
Bathed in moonlight
In awe of the universe

I've dreamt ...

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Tags: dreaming, Love, searching, waiting

Also by Pixievic:

In Crisis | Poet Brain (30w) | Just in Time | A Whisper from the Moon | Your Words (Haiku) | Aftermath |


I would when I could

and would when I should

and could never say shan't

but that was so long ago

babe,now the answer ain't no

my body would if it could

but my mind can't 

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Also by Jemima Jones:

Passing through | Chain cutting | Late pre Winter stroll | Assuming in mono vision | Towards rejuvenation | Ideal hunk | Void | In the headlights | Dirty girl! |

the nightmare of the spray (01/02/2016)

And as I ran, as I kept running, I noticed that the wave that had crested over the hill was made of deeper and deeper water. Every time I look forward, the beach seemed longer, so I would try to run closer to the outside edge of the rocks. I looked back, and the water was getting closer, deeper, more powerful in its white spray -- a swirling, leaping, downwards pull that, if it didn't drown me, wo...

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Tags: white water fear

Also by Zach Dafoe:

mulholland (01/30/2016) | winter shuffle (01/31/2016) | goldenrod monologue (02/97/2016) | caps lock purge (02/05/2016) | weren't odessa 3 (01/09/2015) |

Junior Doctors

Junior doctors we are very proud of you . You give us the strength and the will to battle through . Never turn your backs on us , never say not now . Without your help , where would we be . We have to let you know . Your dedication is so needed , your caring so intense  . You cannot care for others , if your tired you need your strength . You cannot switch off like others can do , nor can you ever...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Paying Our Way |

sads file

 I saw a video image of myself today

Making recordings of readings and I creatively

Design the whole affair

But I saw myself sitting there

And I saw It

Like the answer to a sadist prayer

Sitting there on my face

I saw the discomfort and the pain

That was promised was not written


That couldn’t be seen

In my eyes

The frown

The fear

Come out like hate an...

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Also by Rachel Bond :

miracle |


Mind is on a journey

Seeking no destination

But to be comfortable with where it lands.

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Blood Knot

I got a taste for blood last night.

It wasn’t yours,

It wasn’t his,

It wasn’t hers,


I got a taste for blood last night and it was my own.

Sometimes I consider draining myself dry,

Sucking myself into sand

Come, watch me crumble.

I got a taste for the blood which runs

From my lips.

But nobody ever described self destruction like this,

I never considered I mig...

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Tags: blood, darkness, enjoyment, pleasure, sadism, self destruction, spiralling, struggle

Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:

Grisly Girl |


This chanteuse

This woman in black

This flitty bitty girl

With bouffant mad hair

Spindly legs

Eye shadow and lips

This long lost soul

Always, always on the go

No luck in love

No luck with drugs

Cracked up on smack

Booze and fags

This little girl

Who had every thing

But not enough to be her saving grace


Burned out

With little choice

The gi...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Drowned |

Eden's Loss

Where yesterday, they lay unbound within
that pit of joy: skipping pleasure's eye shone:
processing o'er the virgin stars of night.
Uncleaved, the fruit, no cloven star reveals
but split between it's equal parts, seen
in critical comprehension; what perfect
in created form: forms patterns accidental.
As the bud yields to the bee, craving the light
it opens fully in it's natural innocence: ...

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Also by jeremy young:

ecce homo | the muslim's tale xviii | the muslim's tale xvii | the muslim's take xvi | the muslim's tale xv | the muslim's tale xiv | the muslim's tale xiii | the muslim's tale xii | the muslim's tale xi | the muslim's tale x | the muslim's tale ix |


outside the well - appointed house

screened by laurel, ivy clad

in its curving crescent discretion assured


a van pulled up like a culture shock

furniture unloaded, dogs through the door

with a lady in tow taking stock


and an antiques dealer, circling and jibing,

calculations, machinations like gamblers

at a cock fight, bending probing checking comparing.



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Also by ray pool:


Walking Home at Dusk

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A moment,

a ripple in time

in the muddy waters of life.

Grey faces standing at the bus stop,


A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,


I walk past and breath life into the scene

with a vapour of hope

escaping from my mouth,

lips stretching in a smile.

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Tags: Dusk, happiness, life, sunset

Also by Jill Ashforth:

The Waiting Room by Tindersticks |


A brightly guttering light draws me to the window.

Raindrops rebound from the sputtering street,

As a solitary, hunching figure runs, splashing, towards a waiting car,

Clutching a coat collar at the neck.

A grumbling bass growls in the darkness.

I look up again as the sky is slashed

With a streaking, silvery laceration.

A dissonant dull roaring again rolls across the sky,


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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Of Starlings | Poets Anonymous | They Are Not Gone | Event Horizon |

Black Lines

black lines under her eyes

tear stained pillow by the end of the night

and the smell of his cologne

lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer

she waits 


for the day that she can let go and run

out of the dark mass some call heartbreak

when she can faithfully proclaim

that she will start the next day

and end it with a dry pillow in sight


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Tags: breakups, love, sadness



Can You Smile

While Eyes Still Groggy

No One
Not One

Ever Been
This Close
Still Smiling


Was Your Signature
Beauty Mark
Lingering Fragrantly
 About You


Set Clocks Back
Once Again
Seemed They Were Done
For Good
This Time Ticking


Wind Whispers Memories
Your Smile


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Also by GeeProcessor:


4:45's horn

4:45 in the morning

a distant freight’s horn is blowing

at every street as a warning

get out of the way it’s saying

the market's wheels are still turning

I’m eating but still worrying

like hamsters waiting to be sold

to pad the pet store’s bank’s billfold

but I’m not valuable to hold

because I’m on my way to old

and my mind’s rebelliously bold

and I don’t believe w...

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A Prayer For Him

Lay him on an ocean
Rock him on a wave
Cradle his sweet head
against the tempests and the raves
He’s the one who lifts me up
When I am going down
Give him peace and paradise
Or I will surely drown
Cover him with love
To keep him dry and warm
Look down from above
Behold the angel in my storm

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Also by R Miller:

Cloud Watching | Gasping | Reminders |


fingers splayed,

copper conducts


lightning, shoots

savage forks


down clenched

fists and rigid


limbs as pulsing,

panting, power-


less we fuse

together and


filaments sizzle

in sweet spring bulbs.

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Tags: bed springs

Also by Stuart Buck:

gingko | ensorcelled | window | ak | witness | 6/8/45 | dog | ash | last | library | s/t/r/o/b/e (a haiku) |

I can't take my eyes off those silver boots

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I went window shopping a couple of weeks ago, not planning on parting with any cash, but then, I saw these beauties.  Three thoughts flashed in a state of instant wild excitement: 1. Starman.  2. Noel Fielding.  3. Give them to me nowwwwww!  And then I thought of this - ENJOY!

I will wear them down the pub
I will shop in them at Sainsburys
I went to a book launch in them last week
I hoovered...

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Tags: fashion, new boots, noel fielding, school, starman

Also by Anna Ghislena:

Feedback |

The Psychopath

Unknown Mime Type: audio/x-ms-wma

The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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Tags: child murder, cold blooded, dark, Death row, Execution, free verse, mur, Psychology, psychopath

Also by Bethany Mae:

The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath |



They barely seem to move at all
the stars who are so shy
while you lie down to rest your head 
they glide across the sky
to say I Love You


Good seas but for a cruel moon
would lie down and find peace
by a land they all must cleave to
kiss soft and never cease
to say I love You


Of this timeless eternity
sublime shall songbirds sing
to offer all...

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Tags: love


Haiku | Flowers On The Ground | In The Old Fence-Post Was A Perfectly Round Hole. | Stars |

this hug is for when...


this hug is for when 

the roof caves in
the walls depart 
and the void within
crushes your heart

this hug is for when 

the dark creeps in
you cry at night
and the hurt within
blocks out light

this hug is for when

the day steps in
all exhaustion filled
and the tiredness within
makes you cold and chilled

this hug is for when

the roof caves in
the dark creeps in
and the day ste...

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Also by Colin Hill:

insignificant haiku | McPigeons | come rescue me | I had this dream | On Crwbin | little blonde boy blues | "a pillow of winds" | losing things |

Nonbinary song

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I've noticed recently how many more people listen to the message of a poem if I put a tune to it, so here's a recording with music.

They told me when I started school
I had to join a line.
There's one for girls and one for boys
I asked them which was mine.
They asked me if my mother raised
A daughter or a son,
They sent me to the corner, where
I made a line of one.
And the line for the gi...

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Truest Wish

Diving in deep
Escaping the estuary
She leaned
On the littoral
Wiping off persona
with the towel of horizon
In the sacred sands

Reflection of her
Pulsating in
Salinity of the Sea
Entangled raven hair-locks
Murmuring moist lips
Bosom hooked in shells
And scaled turquoise tail

Words of wisdom
Learned in the
Kingdom of Marines
Safe from sharks
Familiar fins and gills
Shall not ...

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Tags: poem

The Journey's Just Begun

When you're angry at the world,
Coming closer to the edge,
Just remember who you are,
And step back from that ledge

Your heart, it emanates a love
So pure, and full of light,
And like the moon, illuminates
The darkest of nights

Sometimes the joy is hard to find,
You feel you can't hold on,
Have faith in life and stay a while,
The journey's just begun

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Precious time...wasted time....sands of time...

All just lost time savagely slipping away 

Like a masochistic god mercilessly ruling over us

No regard for our wants or desires

We beg him to slow down and allow us to revel in a moment

We plead with him to speed up and help heal our hurt

We cry out desperately for just one more day

We come away always ignored

His pace...

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Also by Nicole:

Richard |

February 2016 Collage Poem

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Jesus went for a rather long walk

Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse

In the stench of hate

Hanging with religious gangrene

Cushioned in silent landscapes

Immersed silently with broken hope


Put away like broken dishes

A poetic riddle told what it could be,

Branches creaking like hands clapping

To the answer given.



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Tags: Collage Poem, Jesus, Stockport Write Out Loud

Murmuration pier

In a bitter late winter’s light

On a smoggy backdrop of the sun’s goodnight


Score of arcade pop and sirens sound

Cameras clicking and public astound


Consume the scene, they flock, they swarm

The show is now and now they perform


Like cooling tea in morning sun

They stroke the surface then swirl up as one


Tiny fibres, they vibrate the same

The silent mu...

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Also by Isabel Hope:

The Mixture's right |

Me But Not Me

I thought I was strong

When I came across you

Lying dead in a car

And a crowd looking on


I thought I would say

‘Out of the way

she needs CPR’

I thought I would say

'Let me have a go'


I thought I would

Step up to the plate

Be calm and collected

And bring you back,

Let you fight fate


You looked so fine

No mark, just slumped

Eyes closed, ...

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Also by Michael J Piggott:

Comfy | Dog |

Inbetween Stations with David Bowie

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Laced in memories
There was a love hidden here
Trampled under
old newspapers
Buttoned down
Inbetween Stations.

A beauty laid low
Separated by the past
Drifting across
Winter coloured hills
Freckled in a shellshocked
Fading sunlight.

There was a tenderness
Blowing open mouthed
Crumbling across time
Reflecting how much
They would have
Once been in love.

Colouring in the sky

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Stacked up

Sentinel like

A wall of defeat

On every side



Microscopic me

Dictated to by giants


The mouse on the wheel

No destination

A thirty year chasm is inside me

Ever famished

Its mouth is wide open

Wanting my surrender

Waiting for dominance


A tiny crack has shown up

In the dam that holds back my future


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Tags: mouse life running aimlessly hope fresh hope

Aberaeron (after the storm)

Surging urging, brown, dense molass,

Upheaving through harbour gap,

Foaming deluge broken, unspent,

Over angular boulder castlement,

And with weighty mass continuing on,

To swell and play,

Mongst boats,

In harbour,


From the upwelling foray.

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Tags: Nature, Storm, Wales, Weather

Las Vegas

Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.


We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.


Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.


but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.


What happens with us, st...

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Tags: Katypoetess, love, love poetry

Also by Katypoetess:

The Temptation of St Anthony II |

Henry & Lucille

Another day dawned,

The sunbeams wrenching Lucille back into the land of the living.

A groan, a stretch and a chance fart heralded the day,

As the dust fairies spread their wings.


She reached for her stick,

Briefly recalling that Henry always used to bring it to her

Before he'd shuffled off,

One last time,

Fifteen months ago.


It hadn't been the first time he'd ...

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Also by Jim Trott:

The Gnome and his Snakes | And the Walls did Weep |


Returning to my hotel room

the way arrayed with artless dust

settling at my wood-chewed seat

crafting a plan to hatch this eve

feeding the scar of cream curtain.


The depth of outside shatters within

voices ring out in stuck symmetry

the gramophone and a fiend's cackle

this draught declines my fervent plea

a brush so worn as to paint me cold.

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Tags: New

Oh Night

How beautiful and calm

Wind blowing ever so gently and sweet

Rubbing against my  cheeks with so much comfort


Looking up above

Stars shinning ever so bright

Though a million miles above

Stil so near.


For a moment darkness feels friendly

With fear of the unknown

Knowing for sure in a moment

The break of dawn


You only last for a while

No ...

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Being Homeless

Being homeless is not very nice,

To the people who pass you by,

They don't think twice.

They think you are a thug,

Spending what little money you have on drink and drugs!

You're not like that at all,

Just down on your luck, no-one to break your fall.

All you can do is sit in the shop doorway out on the street,

Begging for spare change for something to drink and eat.


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Thursday, Pt.2

The Prelude to the weekend

where people drink till the wee hours of the night

hoping to finally take flight away from the stress of the past three days.

Knowing that these moments never last forever

that is why families stay tighter than leather.

fly under any weather.

Distance is obsolete when it comes to this family

varying directions we may be in our lives,

yet when we r...

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Tags: drinking, family, happiness, poetry, Thursday


Faces are dull, lamps are lit, 
The room is black and I am alone, 
Dreaming something but reality is different, 
I don't know what's going to happen 

I didn't know what will I do 
Stand upon the stool
Or see in a mirror like a fool, 
But I said to myself, 'I have to be cool'

Nothing seems to be different, 
As I follow the same me, 
I have no difference nor glee in me.

Everyone has come ...

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