I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,
Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,
I struck him, and dismiss'd
With hard words and unkiss'd,
—His Mother, who was patient, being dead.
Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,
I visited his bed,
But found him slumbering deep,
With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet
......
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
......
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,---
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
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Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran—
Whene'er he went to pray.
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Depression is a sad thing
Sadly I have it too
It doesn't go away it just gets better
And you don't even have to have a reson to have it
You're just sad and unmotivated
I noticed when someone I care about gets too distant
I start to overthink
Overthinking and then anxiety kicks in, I in full panic mode because, I got too close and now what if they leave me
What if they fell the same as I do, sad and depressed, how do I fix this, how do I show I care without being too pushy or annoying
The depression, the overthinking, the anxiety in me, in you
......
Hair sprawled on the table
I rest my head on
eyes jealous of the ice
in the drink
that once had a similar sparkle.
The silence at this
gloomy bar
feels foreign,
in front of our screaming.
......
My eyes flutter as i look at pitch black
'cause nobody other than you is worth my gaze
Boot black to hope for my place
As you walk away and the feeling lingers
Compare you to my singers
But you're really just distant
Not even watching from the distance
In my next life
perhaps I would be wanted, needed, desired.
In my next life
I want to dance with them under the streetlight.
In my next life
I want to be kissed in the rain.
In my next life
I want to share my laughs and giggles.
In my next life
I want to be their sanctuary.
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'Are you okay? '
Am I ok?
I wonder I really do
vines around my throat
dagger In my chest
exhausted to the point
can sleep, can't rest
the indescribable feelings
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