Regret,
forming from the day before.
An endless list of choices but I want
More.. or less I feel same
even though my life has changed..

...in the distance..

Lead me back to the golden corn field,
placed in sun.
Placed before my regret had begun.
Growing without looking
back.

Originally posted by earthtone

Delve
or
reach,
Does your system
teach? Influence
idea
Individual
they always thought
like
almost clever
when we understand
it never
here we are more
than liars
abscond

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And so it is taken and
it is given.
The baby screams for it's milk like
the sheets on his death bed,
made of silk.

A black canvas
and a black chalk
for those who cannot walk the walk

Blank cheque,
written out like a car wreck.
The liars speek with volume,
and reach so far,
they cannot tell you who you are.

Those who can are gone.
The ground cannot speek
not at six feet.

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Look at the floor people of the world

Look at your feet
when you pass each other on the street.
Esoteric, hidden, and both,
plugging your lips on your parallell trips.
Through the undergrowth
under the city
The tubes and stuffy queues
too worn to show no pity
somehow

Communication in fear

consolidation in silence.
Silence in confidence, or violence.
Noisy books lie next to silent crooks.
The rat race crushing the rats who rattle
under the city
Through the drains and metal caves where
the trains have no pity
somehow

Information with injected desires

on the wall,
In the carriage
Making us ill, and moving and both.
Go away.

I want to go back.

These are my favourite, particularly the last, and I would like to know where you got your inspiration for it.

But poetry is still surely not my favourite form of written communication. I just don't have a sense for it, although I can plainly see that you have talent.