Better late than never or too little to late, do we ever really mean the words that we say.
Easily words can fly right off the tongue or be written with out the conviction to back it up.
Actions speak louder although not as loudly as none, each notion gives way to what does or doesn't come
If we all fill our own hearts desires can we still connect or do we just drift down our own rivers trying to give much respect.
Guilty and innocent of overthinking to much, inconsiderate or consideration was it all of the above.
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I actually had a different one to post but this was literally just written to deal with alot of frustration.
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(yeah, I'm so with you on this one
my poetic, kin..
so much bul sht
we've got to deal with
and most of it
somehow, tethered
to our own, unvoiced
internal battles
as-if, fate itself
just wants to jump on the bandwagon
of all that causes us strife..
we make peace, here
agree to disagree, there
fight and separate, with those near
and on, and on
one corner after another
we turn
and somehow, another roadblock awaits
and we're left wondering
if, the common denominator
is our choices and words
are we the cause, of all of it
or
do people, really just exist
spewing bul sht
wherever they live a footprint...)
so relatable, dear poet
thank you!
Thank you my friend your comments are always so valued and needed. May your days be as blessed as the can!
Always on my wave, truly appreciated
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