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Mr President

Mr President

My career plan is to run away and join the circus

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Writings
32
Followers
16
Following
Mr President

Mr President

My career plan is to run away and join the circus

33
Writings
32
Followers
16
Following
Over Again

Mr President

1 min read

To look for something again

And wonder of its merits

Write them down in pen

No more forgetting it


To try and recreate the life

The life that once was

Shall have strife

As it often does


New places & new people

New names & new streets

I forgot who I was

Though it ‘twas a small feat


Attempt it again

Again for something new

Study in the den

Study, for I’ve no clue


Maybe it’s impossible

To do it al...

Poetry

Drama

2
Speak Your Truth

Mr President

1 min read

So close-minded

A tight circle

The light blinded

Kept only in journals


A quiet life

Disconnected from all

Hiding the strife

Bearing claws


No matter the lengths

No longer can you hide

It’s greatest strength

Is the time you deny


This is how bleeding

Leads to beauty

Emotions stampeding

Barriers fleeing


You’re safe to speak

It is not weak

Speak the truth

Your worries will be soothed...

Poetry

Drama

4
A Night In Love

Mr President

1 min read

The glowing moon above

Basking in the light

A night in love

And all so quiet


We looked high

Spread on the grass

The stars will beautify

Gives me butterflies


The time went on

A slow glance

A shooting star had gone

Hand in hand, a true romance


This night of love

Lasted for hours

Or maybe days

I still smell the flowers


Oh, that night of love

I wish it stayed

That it happened at all

It was what I...

Poetry

Romance

2
Fatalities of the Business

Mr President

5 min read

The facility has been up and running for the past few months. The jobs pay well, that’s about all anyone wants to know here.

The company owning the facility seems to enjoy its privacy, no one knows why and no one cares. In today’s world, anyone will do anything for money.


A young man sits at his desk, facing away from the door and in a lonely computer room. Mouse in hand and laser-focused on th...

Thriller

Horror

2
Feeling of Gone

Mr President

1 min read

Last to be picked

Again and again

For reasons unsure

It was so back then


It always hit hard

That saddened feeling

The feeling of gone

Confirming you’re a pawn


What always hurt

No matter everything but,

When they forgot your name

Like you were a speck of dirt


Others with this pain

Who still remain

I’m sorry for it all

And may kindness befall...

Poetry

Drama

5
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What He Will Find

Mr President

1 min read

This desolate road

So dusty and cold

But so still and alone

It’s truly unknown


He walks alongside

That desolate road

What he will find

Will be bestowed


What may he find

On this desolate road

Maybe his lucky dime,

Or his lost mind


Maybe peace and quiet

Is what he seeks,

Or a place to rest

He **is **tired and weak


No matter what he finds

On this desolate road

He’ll see where it leads to

And so s...

Poetry

Mystery

2
What Victory Tastes Like

Mr President

1 min read

A cinnamon roll

Definitely a cinnamon roll...

Humour

6
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This Outcome

Mr President

1 min read

There is nothing left on this lonely road, filled with despair and torment.


Black mist above our heads as we traverse aimlessly for safety. The few that have found it are hiding out here.


The city of elevated rooms, rising above the ground. Inside are people, people hurt, people sick, people hungry, people sad. The rooms are hazardous, the winds howls outside and along the metal wall. It’s cram...

Thriller

Drama

8
Dramatic Evenings

Mr President

1 min read

Too much screeching

Relations to no cause

They just keep crowding

They jump with applause


No recognition

Though do I deserve it

Numbers show determination

Though numbers are not fit


I feel empty deep down

I could just be starved

Maybe not, says I, the clown

Crowned as jokester, elderly carved


I feel tired, take me home

I suggest to sleep earlier

I need to speak, but I’m alone

Oh I’m such a worr...

Poetry

Drama

7
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Concealed

Mr President

1 min read

Mustn’t we know what they bring upon us

We slaved for supposed wealth

When we yell, they wonder of the fuss

When we yell, we yell for help


We are tired of the purgatory

Too much work, too little fed

For we starve and left for dead

No one is expurgatory


We are still so young

Yet became aged

Some smoke their lungs

Some savor their days


Some work to support

Some ruthlessly drink

We’re shaken to ou...

Poetry

Drama

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