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POETRY

Sometimes I do that, yeah.

COURAGE

April, 2018

Empty letters
And words amiss
Please forgive
To my great grief
Nothing better
But this brief
Remiss

DECEMBER 5

December 2018

Taken away was a child’s day when
Remnants of a distant past were
Addressed as something that once was
Dark faces, inked, or smudged
Imitating black pages, rather ignored
The day forgotten
In their eyes tears formed
Others shouted, or fought, or bolted
Now, what will remain?
Saint Nicholas will never be the same

MAY 4

May 4 - 2019

How apt 
To think of death 
On the day that we 
Reminiscence

IRONY

April - 2019

I command my own fate
Reason out my own vice
Only I can decide my path
No one that gives my command
Yet I pray to a higher man; God

BLAME GIVEN

April, 2019

What is free will to a fatalist?
What is fate to a free spirit?

Illusion, excuse.
Delusion, decision.
Belief, believe.

God gave man free will.
Man blames God their fate.

THE TREE

July 2019

I once met a tree,

Ten times taller than I;

Ten times older as well;

It had seen the coming and waning;

Of ages and generations;

Yet it persisted in its existence;

Found the power and will;

To continue and observe;

The passing history of the world;


I once saw a tree,

Ten times taller than I;

Ten times my age;

It had lived and persisted;

Watched us exist and desist;

And yet the tree never tired;

Standing tall for another ten;

DISAPPOINTED

August, 2019

Unimpressed, unhappy, upset, unsatisfied;
Never asking you again;
Request failed, repercussions negatively great;
Epically enormously embarrassed;
Let down, leading me to feel;
Inconsolable, I cannot help but express myself;
Adverse of the results;
Bitter, baffled, bested;
Losses we will never regain;
Ending on that note the feedback is;

Unreliable.

IF ONLY YOU COULD GIVE A FUCK

March 2021

To my friends who say: 
“I stand with you, for you are my friend.”
Remember the stranger to whom you are a fiend

To that fiend who said: 
“Return from whence you came, Turk!”
Know that this stranger could be your friend

If only you could have given a fuck. 

For the difference between you and I
And the difference between them and I
Is within knowing a name
And hiding away
For I have the fortune to hide my shame
While theirs is the misfortune
Forced upon them and blamed

But I promise, I bleed the same 
You don’t need to know my name
I promise, I pass my captcha tests 

For all those who are not me;  

I fear for my friends
I fear for my parents
I fear for the stranger next
I see their differences
I see their identity
I see much more than a 'Turk'

If only you could give a fuck. 

Poetry: Work
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