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The Original Tom Maxwell 4d

I’ve met a lot of people, as I travel, through life this time ,
Searching, for my purpose, mixing the energy in my mind,
There are countless messages, and inspirations, at any moment,
In time, then I search, sort, and mix, to see what I find,
None of us, should plan for a perfect grade, in life this time,
I thank God for this chance to discover, and being so kind.
When my journey in this life ends, the smoke, from,
My cremation, will rise up, like a dark cloud,
Floating towards the sky, and it will fade,
Only then my soul will travel on, more to discover, another stage.
My material possessions, will be left, somewhere they will lay,
My poems/songs, read, learn, share, for now and the future,
Change the world-wide negatives, to positives, harder each day,
In a few short moments, memories of me in this life will fade.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 1/27/2022AD 4:20 am

#thoughts #messages #life #learing

neth jones 4d

ticker tape

familiar
there's no space like home
no company like a handmade family
no way of love like the handsome routine
  no elbow room like the familiar
a spell of life til
     an itch takes to the brain
and inches of ***** tape spool
ideas of wetter play
     haemorrhage and pool
            and it's jostled

there's no hum like our humanity / it's a slur upon our sanity

#routine #comfort #life #thoughts #itch #familiar #family #home #self #destruct

Indigestion Aug 20

Do plants thank the clouds

Do plants thank the clouds.

Do plants thank the clouds for rain?
For their self-sacrifice,
and selfless choice,
to diminish themselves to let the other thrive?
For the strangling and decomposing of the very essence that makes their matter,
So that a plant could use it to flourish.

We walk through a garden of flowers,
but fail to realise the pain behind the beauty,
the death behind the result.
Do plants thank the clouds for rain?
Do plants thank the clouds for not their tears, but blood?
And for the decision not to live again?
Do plants thank the clouds?

#small #thoughts #on #gratitude

uniicornlover333 Aug 19

Stupidity

Oh, stupidity, where do I begin?
I always resort to cutting my skin.
Why do I do this you ask?
Well, it all started in the past.
I felt a growing pain in my brain,
A tingling sensation in my heart,
And until then,
And way back when,
Wait... I don't even know where to start.
Once again, let us begin.
I was insecure about my body and a double chin
Normal things maybe,
and I really wanted someone to call me 'baby'
I was love-drained.
Not to mention, I loved the rain.
Then came the emotions,
New ones I might add,
To hurting myself when I get yelled at by my mom, or dad.
My therapist has told them how much I hate yelling, or even loud sounds,
but they always resort to it, when I'm already feeling down.
Now my mind is filled with thoughts,
I can't even answer.
Because when I do, pain is included,
As I think, this will do it.

#harm #growing #stupid #thoughts

AUSTIN Aug 19

to the one who taught me

you’re running from the
hearts your breaking,
confusing
experimentation
with lust

your
demons
cannot be swallowed
like the alcohol
on your breath,
face what you have done,
address the pain

#thoughts

Moe Aug 19

“(unwritten)”

the moon forgot
how to be round tonight
and i
i misplaced my name
somewhere between
your shoulder blade
and the breath
that almost said
stay

(why do clocks insist
on knowing everything
about leaving)

i tried to write
but the letters curled inward
petals afraid of morning
and the sentence
ran away
with the silence

you were never a person
you were a parenthesis
i stepped into
and never stepped out of

the sky
is not blue
it’s memory
trying to remember
how to feel

i loved you
a comma
pausing before
the thought
that never arrived

and if i could
unbutton the stars
i’d fold them
into paper cranes
and send them
to the version of me
that didn’t forget
how to feel

but i did
and you did
and the world
keeps spelling itself
wrong

#untitled #wrong #love #thoughts #version