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Tony Anderson Apr 2019
Apple pie in the oven
I can smell it from the porch swing
Grandma's in the kitchen
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind

Cool Spring day
Hay freshly bailed
Me on my ATV zigzagging between the bails
or
Just driving in circles around them
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind

Sitting on the tool box of the tractor
While my Grandpa drove
Or
Sitt on his lap steering
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind

Bottle feeding a baby calf
Piking up walnuts
Piking apples straight from the tree

I could go on and on
Memories made in a moment
But
Last a life time
They all say that it will be better someday, somehow
But it will never exceed the 'better day' you had last time
So through the downs and piking ups, your better days get worse

It comes to a point where your best days are not cutting through an artery
Or walking out in front of a car
And avoiding driving your car off a bridge to your peace, or as others call it, death
Then waking up is a better day


And then it comes down to the air you breath
Each breath is your better day
Until even breathing is too difficult
But there will be no more pain or suffering
And maybe better days were not meant for you to use here
But somewhere else
Some place better
A better day
SassyJ Apr 2017
People live everyday
casing sirens of the past
piling a sequenced future
finding love that responds

People live everyday
jollying of the eventualities
forecasting the unseen pastures
surpassing pain and it's entities

Since a toddler I died
a death so painful and suppressing
in dark tunnels with flashing lights
beckoning me to walk on thorny paths

On those young years
a death that tortured the flesh for so long
striking spirit , piking, mimicking
strolling the soul , peaking,panicking

These days I don't even exist
I wake up a slave and merry in limits
wondering what they found on earth
hunting and making exits here and there
Beo Jun 9
I never made it to the end
I'm still running
Sometimes I see dead ends
Yet,here I am

I want to make it to the end
But obstacles are always in the way
Oh, pleaseee can I make it to the end
And would you just get out my way

I'm out of breath
Very soon I might collapse
I really need to sacrifice my health
But I keep running in relapse

Trying my best to make it to the end
But the end never arrives
But atleast on the other hand
I'm getting chased by beehives(is that something to be happy about)

This all sounds messy"
"I agree it's complicated
It's like piking between Ronaldo and Messi
A topic that gets you agitated

It's the whistling sound in your ear
That goes tiiing then stops then repeats
It's like it stops to adjust the volume for you to hear
No,my breath stops but I can still hear

I hear footsteps
Tapping on the grounds
It's like I'm running from mazes and maps
Several times repeating 101 rounds

But wait do you hear it?
That's right silence
The ringing bas stopped It's no.1 hit
I study it and experiment for the sake of science

Oh,wait I'm still running
Then to your surprise I stop
So does the ringing
A headache now lost

No worries I'll try again
When the symptoms
Come back again
You'll hear my footstomps

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