Though it’s been a dull, uneventful one,

I’d rather have it over and again

Than through a storm, not knowing if it’s done.

I’m glad it was, let’s do it all again

Monday was dull, as it has always been

Since when have Mondays been the other way?

Maybe when a special day falls therein?

Dawn to dusk, wishing for the end of day

The days between are insignificant;

A...

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Looking for some poem to plagiarise

Pretend I made it up before your eyes

Got to be profound with deepest meaning

Tell you that it all came through dreaming

Or through transcendental meditation

Perhaps even via drugs or medication

Still I cannot seem to find rhyme or reason

Is adapting one of my own poems treason?

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You don't need to be Perfect,

You don't need to be the Best,

Just a Better version of Yourself,

Every Single Day...

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I spend sleepless nights
Rehearsing the
Bold confident smile
Which lasts
Only
Till I glance at
The palm of my hand
Engraved
With a list of
Insecurities.  

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A ragged boy
Picking up garbage
A malnourished girl
Carrying around
Her brother
A family of five
With patched up clothes
Lonlely old man
Sipping on a cigar
Group of workers
Doing manual labor

A smile
Caught on Camera
Doesn't prove a thing
A smile
Frozen on a
Framed photograph
Doesn't convey the truth

They may not have everything
But they are the happiest
-The world's best l...

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It has been too long in this paradigm,

We should have never embraced but now

Has swallowed us up and pushed us into the claws

Of mediocrity. And we,

Part of an elaborate facade that has

Left the mind oblivious

So much, this narrative outburst may almost feel awkward

Amidst earthly gestures of a shallow design.

Burdened by ambitions of a distorted intellect,

Falling onto ...

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The lights are dim,

The band plays loud,

The audience are the usual crowd.

There's John and Jim against the bar,

Commenting on the lead guitar.

Leanne sits with her best mate Sam,

Shouting over the music, how she loves her man.

Her man, Brad, is at another table,

Flirting with a lass named Mable.

Then Wobbly Bob staggers over the floor,

Empty glass in his hand as he o...

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Good morning campers

 Time for more ramblings from my mind, spewing forth on the page like a student at a house party. Something a bit more story based from me this time, Inspired by a recent trip to Berlin and a simply amazing club called Weekend. I think the poem tells you everything else you need to know.

Weekend Quest

Low lit square at 3AM
Carriage pulls up
Exchange m...

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