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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 2, 2022 19:56:11 GMT -5
not so sad today a little less pain my legs dont ache my shingles is better I dont have much to keep me going a bunch of cats and a grouchy bunch of females to beat me down but today was a good day bad stuff was minimal lets just keep going and going and smile if you can
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 15, 2022 14:52:28 GMT -5
why does it get so cold even in the summer with the sun so bright like the smile of a beautiful girl with clear skin and eyes this is an ode to Courtney Love I have or had my own Courtney my joy my downfall my quickening and my end but I am ALIVE no final chapter written just this poem silly and meaningless like a pop song on the radio going on and on somewhere under a cloud
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 4, 2022 21:21:28 GMT -5
I put it all in a very tiny box with an old worn out sock one I wore when she was around to lift me up and bring me down I held her here I held her there my face against hers I was never scared but then one day when all shades were gray she said she didnt care anymore life ended I'm all alone in the dark even on the brightest day alone in the park I would cry but it wouldnt help I would die my goose is cooked but sometimes even pain can be beautiful it can purify sacrifice to the sky sad days ahead more behind keep my head up try to climb out of this morass come out number one in this horrific class
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 4, 2022 21:25:33 GMT -5
I am actually proud of the poems on the second page of this thread
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 8, 2022 19:34:44 GMT -5
this war makes me sad good people dying for no reason a few insane elites shitting on the people they are supposed to love and protect little children exposed to insanity inhumanity please god make it end its the last thing the world needs read a book instead go for a walk war is no game its a drug for the insane
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 9, 2022 14:20:35 GMT -5
a gathering dusk can chill the blood a wintering thrust can wear on the heart but we sail on to what or where who can say tomorrow is a dream that comes at night my word is my thoughts my soul is my own I go forth with a sword but its dull the edge long gone cast up from the depths a longing like a song of long ago whistled as I hurry towards forever and finally home
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 9, 2022 14:33:39 GMT -5
feels good getting back in poetry mode something about writing the stuff that I cant explain
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 20, 2022 20:26:25 GMT -5
I drank from the fountain I swam in the sea I dreamed deep and long I drove myself hard I loved and I love I cry very easily all those memories so sweet so beautiful and so sad hard to live in the moment all those faces I will never see again is it all just an illusion a fantasy created by my fevered brain I choose to think not I still want more once in my youth I jumped from a high bluff into deep and dangerous waters I came up gasping glad to be alive and I am still glad
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 18, 2023 23:54:13 GMT -5
buried beneath the sands of egypt for thousands of years forgotten dreams pain regret triumph all gone now only decay remains the greatest pharoh little more than dust he ruled well now no one cares those monolithic structures make sense to me now they wanted something to remain something to speak their name broken hearts no longer matter truth is a curse but it will return over and over all that was will be it just has to wait its turn
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 5, 2023 19:56:57 GMT -5
im not very smart my life is a mess and Ive soiled my dress not easy for a man a very manly man like myself of course why do poor old fools dream of younger days why do pretty girls dream of getting a big house its all a mystery maybe connected maybe not babies are born old people pass drunks get drunk heads smoke grass I wish someone would smoke mine Im so damn sick of mowing its hard when you are old and your wife wont let you use the riding mower cause I dont know why so I push and sweat and dream of cold drinks and hot babes like the one next door in her pool so nice and cool I might go over if her boyfriend wasnt always there the horny stooge they found coke stashed at the white house why am I not the least bit surprised
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 22, 2023 4:48:49 GMT -5
it just keeps on spinning this old planet of ours no one knows why it just does and everyday too I wonder why sometimes there is so much to wonder about like love where is it where does it come from and sadly but of course where does it go and why
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 24, 2023 18:37:12 GMT -5
I want to be like Conan really strong and tough as old leather However I cant drink like that and Im not touching any bar room angels even for free and I got to dress a bit better a scrap of bearskin just wont cover my impressive packge' and damn but that sword looks awfully heavy although I do work out a couple times a month I guess IM just no conan and I will probably never kill a dinosaur or stand atop a mountain of dead enemies but I am awfully comfy in my easy chair and by big screen is really sweet is is time to eat already
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