What is one to do when even
Antipathy is riddled with indifference?
Finding plausibility in simple hellos,
When it's dead, where does it go?
When everything is opportunity,
When it all just fades away,
I find myself the bitter type
As life would wish to say -
Being anxious is a curse,
Looking forward is how you fall,
The fear of the one you love
Not caring for you at all -
Begs the question,
Do I hope you'll stick around?
Do I pray you feel the same?
If it's meaning that I've found -
And are we similar in age?
Do I expect another greeting,
Or the sound of nothing, layered thick?
Does the lone man remain humble
If he himself admits he is?
When it comes as no surprise,
I keep my eyes focused ahead,
And when it's down to you and me,
I'm in love with possibility.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It may not be normal, but it sure is fun.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Garth Rakumakoe
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Comments5
A nice writing .., sometimes we can feel so unsure and anxious in life .
I like your choice of words , and nice flow )
Writing about touchy feelings isn't my strong suit. That's like 3 in a row now, please send help lol. Thanks a bunch for saying so 😛
That’s ok ) I guess you just write what you feel like writing about … don’t always have to write about the same things or in the same style
That's true. Been a while since I've written this much in such a short amount of time. You guys that do it almost every day are impressive.
Well , I mostly only write a poem a day , not often more than that . Some days I just don’t feel like writing . But I feel writing can help and maybe I should try writing a bit more
If writing helps then you're doing something right. Helps me too, it does.
That possibility is always there for us to achieve Nicholas.
Andy
I certainly hope it is my friend. Thank you.
A fine write N.
Ohh, I'll stick around (verse 4) like a .....bad smell?! heehee.
Oh geez, not sure I wanna know xD
Well, I might be an old f**t! Not age-wise, but because I hang around. oohh lol.
Yes Nicholas..... you are inching your way to touchy feely..... we'll watch you closely..... good one...
Time to do a 180 lorna
"And when it's down to you and me,
I'm in love with possibility." - Where do I even start? You open invisible windows here brother. I know and feel what these words mean. We've all been there, at the "in love with possibility" bus stop. Definitely a fave my friend. Kudos to you. I am enriched today.
Haha, thanks Garth. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one. It certainly is a strange thing. I'm glad you feel that way my friend.
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