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I do not know?
Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!
'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,
I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
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Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,
And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!
So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!
thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream, caught up mentally
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve
You spit me out
Like a necessity
Like a volcano
I adorn your paper
Beautified with ink
In a moment of indiscretion
You grow blind
Maybe you are lost
Therefore, losing me
In a moment
I fall through
To the nethers
Glory in tatters
Of the death
In the same breath
I was alive
Scribbled me out
But I remain
On the page
You had wanted me
Even if for a brief moment
I do not know?
Refusing to succumb,
to the alluring haze of self-pity,
I refuse to wallow,
in an ocean of regret,
I choose to banish thoughts of despair,
dispelling pain, while tempting joy to emerge from its shielded lair.
I shall sow the seeds of promise,
the tendrils of hope,
breathing new life into my nights, my days.
I must stand, I will rise, I have to believe,
in a better tomorrow,
not perfect, nor rosy,
yet filled with tidbits of bliss,
as well as with shards of sorrow.