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traumatocampa · 3 years
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Wenn der Mensch im Mülleimer landet…
Wenn am Ende eines Lebens Nur die Wohnung übrig bleibt, Wenn sie übereilt verlassen wirkt, Obwohl sie nicht verlassen wurde Und ihr Bewohner trotzdem nicht mehr wieder kommt Dann ist das Ende eines Lebens Und auch das Ende einer Zeit - Nicht nur für den Bewohner - Nun endgültig erreicht.
Denn dieser Mensch hat uns verlassen Und sich selbst hinterlassen In Dingen die ihm wichtig war’n, Die ihn umgaben, definierten Und die nun nicht mehr seine sind, Weil sie, an seinen Leib gebunden, Nur dessen sind, wenn er lebendig ist?!
Nach dessen Tod beginnt kaum dass er in der Erde modert Oder lichterloh verbrennt - im Krematorium, Da wandert Hab und Gut bereits in Säcke Und landet wenig später auf der Deponie. Hier die Entsorgung, dort … Die Beerdigung?! Die nichts ist als Entsorgung nur in … „pietätvoll“? Das sagt man sich, weil man die Toten pflanzt - damit sie … WACHSEN!?! Nein, man verscharrt sie und verbrennt sie Wie den Müll, das Hab und Gut Das nichts mehr wert zu sein scheint, Ist sein Besitzer auch beseitigt. Nachdem er aus dem Sack geholt wurde In den man ihn steckte Um ihn von seinem Hab und Gut zu trennen So wie er einst tag ein, tag aus Als er noch atmete Das Hab und Gut in Säcken in die Wohnung trug Und manches Mal kam es in einem Wagen So wie auch er, in einen Sack gesteckt, in einen Wagen rein Den Weg antritt heraus aus seinem Leben Das seine Wohnung war - getrennt von seinem Hab und Gut. Für immer.  
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adappergirl · 3 years
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Bitter
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“Your love tastes like a hot coffee in the cold morning— sweet.  The bitter flavor is the fact that I don’t drink coffee“
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spearheadpoetry · 5 years
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I love you. You love me. That's more than enough. But look around us. Each one of us is secretly waging wars against each other in the name of friendships and family. I wouldn't blame them, you see, cause in the end no matter what, we are bound in a blood pact to save our own skins. Despite the reluctance, we have to survive. Not for you and me, but for themselves. Everyone are busy trying to save themselves first, then come others, next.
©thespearheadpoet
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windowofworld · 4 years
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Corporate Zombie dull and unenthusiastic faces flickering away their wattage of young life to sparse traces glued to their desks in settled sacrilege…
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saramyounes · 4 years
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doolarge95-blog · 7 years
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ISIS Crisis
Ever researched about the US creating ISIS, Or are you too bothered about that Manchester crisis, And why there’s thousands of children laying lifeless, Your too busy talking because them apple headphones are wireless.
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mamatony · 6 years
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i can feel you
its a feeling
of an anxious arrival of sorts.
like i know universe,
i know she’s coming of course. she’s something beautiful,
something soft,
something smart.
something you end up loving with all of your heart.
what utter amazement to feel deep down in your soul that she exists.
and my only job is to prepare a home in this.
a home in this heart.
a home free of clutter and hurt.
a home filled with endless imagination, forever kisses and adoration.
she will love all the tiny things about me that others have missed,
and i pray to god she loves The Smiths.
-a.r.t.
a letter to my future wife
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writingmeup · 2 years
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She Goes On More Than I Do
She Goes On More Than I Do #Poetry #poems #modernpoems #relationships #stress
She Goes On More Than I Do She goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on She Goes On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on She Goes On And On and on and on and on and on and on even more than I do more than is right more than is fair more than she should more than is safe more than is good for us for either of us She…
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sihhpressco · 6 years
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Another Morning Poem
There was a period, in 2015. When I could not breath But it was because I was holding my breathe — Breathing has not gotten easy, But I have stopped holding my breathe Flick a Bic, hold in your hit, its medical, its legit I’m high every single day, it helps with the dismay Wondering if I may, hold my breath again someday Focus on your breathing, period
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traumatocampa · 2 years
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Wenn aus Menschen Erinnerungen werden...
Kein Gesicht und nur noch Stimme Doch auch die verblasst so bald Genügend Zeit verstreicht - Verstrichen ist Tag ein Tag aus Denn es gibt kein Zurück - Nicht mal ein Halt Nur noch ein Weiter Das kein Fortschritt ist Sondern ein Rückschritt Hinein ins Nichts, in Leere, (tiefste Schwärze) Kein Entkommen, nur noch Schmerz, Obwohl auch kein Gefühl mehr da ist; Das Bild es kommt nicht wieder …
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adappergirl · 3 years
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Treat Her Better
In the long run, between the nightfall and dawn—amongst those late calls and thousandth rendezvous— you eventually acknowledged precisely 
Her joke isn’t that silly
Her touch isn’t that soft
Her gaze isn’t that sassy
Her skin isn’t that subtle
Her voice isn’t that serene
Her curve isn’t that shaped
Her rendition isn’t that solid
Her scent isn’t that soothing
Her dictum isn’t that smart
Her thinking isn’t that sexy
Her stance isn’t that strong
Her embrace isn’t that scarce
Her reasoning isn’t that sharp
Her presence isn’t that seducing
Her diction isn’t that sophisticated
/Like mine/
Against all odds, you finally found someone whose affordable heart that meets your love budget. So please treat her better this time, so that she can stay longer. 
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spearheadpoetry · 5 years
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Beautiful lies You left pieces of your love across those sunset parks and stargazing fields waiting at the place where the light of the last shining star would touch the foam of the effervescent tides, hoping that I would somehow, pick them all up, and follow the trail.
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windowofworld · 5 years
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Loss Egos inflated, Emotions wounded, Expectations crushed, Trust vilified, Dreams expunged, Visions barraged, Story archived.
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disperatecat-blog · 8 years
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Will people always come, to look, to gawp, to be amazed & awed if that is possible, divine in conception so alive for a while, raised by a copious mind into the trill of a forgotten time. To span, not to weep, to be exempted by your reality and taken up to fall no more
Disperate Cat (don’t quote me)
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Listening to Felix Dennis' poems, which were recited by himself. Another signature finish using wit and awe. #poem #felixdennis #favouritepoet #underrated #modernpoem
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juicylullaby · 8 years
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Imagine
I could image about having so much money, I could imagine about having so many supercars, I could imagine about having a beautiful houses, But, I couldn't imagine how I should live without you. -Nine Mustafa-
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