I agree it’s a flaw, to lack respect
For the usual silly proud words that match
Some symbolic achievement where I didn’t act
Didn’t bother to start “my way” from scratch
Wasn’t able to worry about learning curve
Didn’t listen to those dour faces drag
Took them maybe easier than they deserve
Never waved any bright or a bleached rag
I don’t have the required reserves of hypocrisy
Wouldn’t initiate any commences
Neither I stand for empire nor democracy
With folly defense at my own expenses
Call me a psycho gripped by indifference
Call me whatever you like but don’t kill
Deceased, I won’t add any sensual coherence
To the mess you alter thinking it’s your will.
Begin at treason acts of non allegiance
Human Speech
Business license is created to take from human voluntarily
Or otherwise
Advertising is not free speech
Use of surplus against legislation
Fraudulent bypass of poverty laws
Document theft from slaves
Slavery Acts
Calls from the job you needed
Connecting without the shove
Turning down the press
Finishing the letters in the heart shaped box
Quiting going to work
Letting yourself run out of money
Getting yourself back
It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me
Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm
Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy
So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I wake
we can sort it out, see what's at stake
Simmer down and go slow
ease off and let it go
If you blow your top
will it ever stop
Mediocre as it seems
dumb to others sure its deem
but important to you you you
for the hundredth time walk me through.
When the world turned darker by punishing the strange,
we did nothing.
When the world turned darker by punishing the weak,
we did nothing.
When the world turned darker by punishing the few,
we did nothing.
Now that the world has lost its light,
I hear screaming.
Did the world actually turn dark?
Or did I close my eyes?
I cannot tell...
not indifferent
even winter weeps
the loss of the rose
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Shall I tell you about my life
Of the games that I used to play
I don’t want to consume your time
Will you listen or turn away?
To the shop and back in the hole
Backwards and forwards I go
At the end of the day I fall
Fast asleep like the day before
And the news that media publish
Always look so incredibly bad
Is that the world they establish
Or it does look for me so sad
The world doesn’t seem to take interest
Its indifferent to my story
But there’s nothing I would contest
I’m indifferent too, so sorry
We’re a harmony of coincidence
Like the wrong key I press appears right
And you stand there surrounded by silence
Like a shadow across the dim light
Everyone locked in their stories
Everything seems abstract
When it comes to a stage of no worries
There’s no story to tell, in fact.
she guards her feelings
represses them so deep
they'll never see the light of day
in a world not even-keeled
she gets by without a care
or so it seems
drama will not phase her
try as they may to reel her in
she nods politely
and carries on
choosing inner balance
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2024
It is night's first light — evening
The world thinks through my mind
The echoes of a bittersweet day whisper
My ears twitch, my heart pricks
A pressed edge leans forward
Shouldering the offices of the earth
A desire to just surmount the hurdles
Like an infant falls yet learns to walk
The one weary of deferred hope
The other elated 'bout a filled cup
The one broken to a love unrequited, at least lost
The other happy, healed at finding love
Life's but a parody of exhilarations
A gnome ignited by fiery undergoings
The man, an eloquent stammerer
Profiting and lossing to antiquity
Love, life, life and love — there's no life or love without wins
Pa, ma, lad and lass — you have no family without wins
Works, rest, rest from works — there's no rest without wins
Wisdom, wits and will will wither — to live is to first die
Today
dismayed
as skies sag gray
sad clouds complain
it rained-
I abstained!
In her smiling green eyes
all clarity..that I didn't care a bit
no love, no lie....
The wind howls
The waves rise and fall in the mighty sea
The sun shines
Completely indifferent to you and me
A storm brews
Lightning flashes across the sky
The clouds will part
Not aware of you and I
So, here we are
In a tiny fragile place in time
We have a unique opportunity
To make a tiny sacrifice
Yet we kick and scream
We stress over trivial little things
We miss the beauty in life
We only find what we bring
The wind still blows
The waves rise and fall in the sea
The sun still shines
Indifferent to you and me
I am the man of thirty four years
Still unmarried, lazy existence of a family
Parents insisting me to get marry
But I have not interest to any woman as well as man
I am not a third gender
I think, marriage life is not perfect junction of my sex
But about my sexual life I have full rights
to spend my life independently
I'm indifferent to the earthly activities
Even in spirituality I've no keen curiosity
Yes, I've not strong belief in afterlife
I know and believe strongly-
Every great religious and preacher preached the religions
Not from the God;
Every great noble virtuous believes and serves
In same philanthropic way
But by the evolution and revolution of time
all doings of the great person
become the followable philosophy
Whatever I'm different personally
I'm indifferent to all philosophy
13.07.2020 Chattogram
I live in a city that has a soul,
He talks to us as we walk,
Just be quiet and listen a little,
The stories of the city are about everything.
It's good to walk around Novosibirsk,
Trees stand decorously along the street.
You go and see the City look,
Which looks from houses and shops.
Siberian city with a lot of stories,
It will not leave anyone indifferent.
This is the city where a hundred theories are born
And already on the moon lies a handful of his land.
Our city has many faces,
That flash like a carousel.
This city is special, it is the capital of capitals,
And we are all here with the hopes of flying.
Novosibirsk – city of migratory birds,
Who live in small apartments.
There are many faces here every day,
Which became the soul of Novosibirsk.
Good, Bad, Indifferent
Written: by Miracle Man
3-21-2020
Life is packed with unpleasant recollections,
I’ve wasted precious time pursuing false hope.
Looking hinder, I acknowledge my imperfections,
Now days are spent clinging to a knot-less rope
Today, contemplating passed time, isn't easy,
seems life has been lived in seven year stages.
Some we're great but my current stage is queasy,
my life's book contains very few dog eared pages.
Part of a system of what
Invented by people
To work and control
Further means an end
To achieve what?
We will see in the end
Good or bad
Indifferent end
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