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 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
haysia
He will always be that boy
but he will never be that man for me.
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
sage
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 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
sage
he was gone before he left
getting used to getting used
ain't that ******* sad

tired of being too tired
to enjoy what i have

waiting just to wait some more
it can't be that bad

it's breaking my heart to break the ties
i never really had

wanting to want you
like you're the only savior

walk it off or walk away
come back never or later

sorry for being sorry
it's just part of my nature

good people do good things
to get rewarded for their behavior

imagine a forever that goes on forever
and you will lose your mind

pieces of me to piece your self back together
solving your puzzle destroys mine

running from them while you're running from me
almost keeping our paces in time

loving someone that is loving someone else
swearing one day they will realize

they don't love you because you don't love yourself
stuck in a lonely loop

why do you only have you
when your biggest is enemy is you

lie to them so they will lie to you
because you can't face the truth

hurt them like they hurt you
but is that really what you want to do

he's sad so your sad
but you are still alone

calling his phone while they're calling your bluff
silence and a ringtone

face to face then skin to skin
but you don't feel it in your bones

you got what you wanted but its not what you wanted
confused and don't know where to go
the title also kind of fits the theme, because metacogniton is "thinking about thinking"

idk really
im weird
If only we could fly like  
those that tweet or hoot
without aid of jet or  
parachute

For I sure don't like  
wings that boom and roar
just so they can take off  
and soar

Ah, to fly without petrol, diesel  
or fuel
Oh, to halt that taloned midair  
duel *

Birds they don't pollute  
the air
nor need they any airline  
fare

So if only I too could rise  
and glide
and let the wind be my  
sole guide

I'd be happy to fly all the  
way to 'em' faraway stars
if I was assured I'd risk  
no charring scars.

Flying without aviation  
formalities
I could be sightseeing  
many more cities

Ah I so wish to fly just  
like a jay or jackdaw
Then I'd fly across all and  
every border
For I'd know nor follow
no man-made law!

If only we needed no darned immigration pass or visa
We could have visited so many more touristy places
Say even the spectacular and popular pyramids of Giza
And we could have known different cultures and races
Ah, a stylish photo next to the leaning tower of Pisa
And return with exotica like a framed pic of the Mona Lisa
*the. Starred line refers to the amazing midair talined fight btw  eagles I watched on the telly.

My  profile pic is from the Internet reflecting this newest poem.
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Traveler
It's simple
My Achilles' heel
Is being alone
No place to run to
Or call my home...
No friends
No lover
Just me alone
Under cold covers
Trying to stay ******...
Tossing and turning
Trip through the night
No one there to hog the blankets
No one there to hold me tight...
As I limp through another flight
With my Achilles'heel
Still I fight!
Traveler Tim
you were the treasure
   at the end of the rainbow.
      The rainbow dispelling hope after the storm.
            The storm that quenched the drought.
               the drought that birthed the thirst.
                  The thirst that craved a companion.
                     The companion who led the way.
                        The way that never was.
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