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I've been running away
from what's the most important:
myself, and everything I offer.

And I know I'm not the only one
looking for comfort in places
that should instead be avoided.

I tell myself it's okay to let go,
try to be constructive,
but the chicken inside me
wants to keep me running away
when I feel like stopping.
 Oct 2021 A Poet
kromwellfarkus
If the pain you feel is deep
Eat and sleep.

Refuel.
Swich off.

Disconnect
To reconnect.

Vegetate.
We are mammals.

Things can wait
This is only one day
**** the world
Do you.

Music
Poetry
Draw
Paint

Do nothing.

Life will wait.

Eat.

Don't forget to eat.

Your future you will thank you.

Dream sweet.
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Brumous
chords.
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Brumous
i base my worth on likes and simple words
i know that this kind of thinking doesn't work
and that will never do.
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Traci Sims
In hippie times
The solution to world problems was getting everyone on a remote mountain top
And pry off the caps
Of ice-cold Coca Colas.
While bottles were handed around everyone
lifted voices
And sang heartfelt prayers
For racial and religious harmony,
Seekers of world peace clasped outstretched hands and graced each other with knowing smiles
In recognition of shared humanity.
Somehow the Coke seemed to work,
And the darkness was held back--
At least for the length of a swallow.
I wonder what miracle soft drink is
Needed to solve the problems
Mankind faces nowadays?
#bell-bottom blues #1970
#Coca Cola marketing campaigns
 Oct 2021 A Poet
kromwellfarkus
Shhh
 Oct 2021 A Poet
kromwellfarkus
The silence
Is unerring.

TV on
Just for the noise.

Check my phone
To see if I missed anything.

I can hear myself
Blink.

Hours crawl by
Hours smell the roses
Grind into a day of lethargy
To create a null memory.

Another day
That is all.

Soak in the serenity
Of nothing at all.

The silence
Is exhilarating.
 Oct 2021 A Poet
kromwellfarkus
Hope to nest, just to weave a web,
Outstretched digits
To memories 6foot in the head,
Caught in baby talons, rose thorns;

Ripped to shreds.

Hindsight too late,
Cherubs on shoulders mute,
Strategic management of emotion,
To be filed amongst John Doe.

All dollars and sense.

Loneliness fleeting,
Months trickle to days,
How does one cope,
Amongst the phase of the days layers?

Eat the elephant...
One
Day
At
A
Time.
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