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Some People: A Poem
Some people love so hard the first time they don’t know how to do it twice. Some people are hard on themselves but soft on whom don’t treat them right. Some people laugh when they mean to cry. Some people go to church to seem nice when they’re rotten inside. Some people can’t let go of some people who broke their heart. Some people can move on the next day and be all right. Some people stay a little longer even if it rips them apart. Some people come and go like the seasons. Some people hate goodbyes of wrong reasons. Some people let age dictate what they should feel.…
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Life Don’t Kill My Tempo
I’d close my hollow eyes and see nothing of what I’d dreamed would be true when awakened from this habit, imposed by life and by a body of which I’m no longer the commander. Wanting to wake up awake, chipper again, like the old times when no thoughts of any person, nor of the routine or of some sort of feelings or worries killed the tempo.
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And Just When You Thought Your Eating Habit Was Bad
A thought comes to mind. One day (last night) I had cereal for dinner. The next day (today), I had a banana and a cup of tea for breakfast; a plain lactose-full cheese sandwich with a cup of milk for lunch; and then, for dinner, a few chicken finger strips. That’s not gourmet, but it’s all right. It’s just that it is the worst series of meals I’ve had in a long time. I thought, what am I doing disrupting my diet like that? Back-to-back. Then reality hit me: some people follow no regimen because they have nothing to eat at all. Those of us who have the luxury…
