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With every move of my mop I am dying. People are stepping on me as they step on the garbage lying on the floor.
Michael Ryan Sep 2020
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I thought about speaking to the reader.

To the person skimming titles
that might suit their current feelings.

Maybe it's heartbreak, which I say
maybe it's time for a heart - break.

If you ever said you didn't want to do something,
I want to be the person asking you WHY.

Why, do you not want to do it?
Why why why, what else do you have to do?

I don't mean to pressure you into a forced response.
I'm not an abusive parent or spouse, (where talking it out means, verbally beating you into submission).

I only ask why, because I want you to know.
That every action is a decision.
A choice made by you.

I made the choice to
share ****** poetry,
and you made the choice to read it.

If we're both willing
to spend our time
on things like these,
then maybe
we should change
what we choose to do.

Do what is right.
Be passionate,
don't let titles lead you,
and **** heartbreaks.
We all need to be working towards what we want, instead of working for what everyone else wants.  If you're unhappy, why?
Irakli Beria Mar 2020
I don't even care
That I am a garbage collector
But that
Janitor, it doesn't seem...
Mrs Timetable Feb 2020
You are
What you repeat
Broken record broken

The obscene
Love to cause a scene
Especially when deleted

It’s great when
The garbage
Takes itself out
Dani Jan 2020
Let it rot we said
In the yards of untapped dreams
Crushed cars
Broken plates
The stench of rot
We let ourselves breath in decay
Burn it we said
Letting poison fly into flames
Breathing in the deadly ash
Choking out life
Because we could not see
We are creating our own demise
As we choke out our own lives
But that isn’t enough for us
We let others suffer
Choke on our smoke
Suffocate in our ash
Left to rot and waste away
Business as usual
But this business is unusual
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