Anointed1 - Hello Poetry

You stare me in the face as you mock my desire, You laugh as I yearn for the touch from another… Deep within the core of who I am, comes a cry of who I am destined to be But SSENILENOL won't see me free. You poke and **** as at my wildest dreams No peace you want for me it seems The walls appear to be closing in And with an eerie voice in my ear you sing… Half truths about what my future holds Lies about what will unfold So with a smirk you mock my desire And laugh as I yearn for the touch from another You hide away in the darkest places And then appear with different faces No one seems to know who or what you are But LONELINESS I've seen you coming from a far.

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Sep 20, 2020

Sep 20, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC

SSENILENOL

You stare me in the face as you mock my desire, You laugh as I yearn for the touch from another… Deep within the core of who I am, comes a cry of who I am destined to be But SSENILENOL won't see me free. You poke and **** as at my wildest dreams No peace you want for me it seems The walls appear to be closing in And with an eerie voice in my ear you sing… Half truths about what my future holds Lies about what will unfold So with a smirk you mock my desire And laugh as I yearn for the touch from another You hide away in the darkest places And then appear with different faces No one seems to know who or what you are But LONELINESS I've seen you coming from a far.

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TOMORROW Tomorrow I return, to a place that seems forgotten. How will it receive me? I won't know for sure as the script remains unwritten. Tomorrow I return, to a place that once called out my name, and with joy I'd answer, but now things aren't the same. Through muzzled lips with muffled words my name it whispers. Tomorrow I return, to a place where I'll wish it was still today and tomorrow is delayed, and though my wish may sound selfish; many would gain… Tomorrow… if it comes, I return to a place that I now remember...

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC

TOMORROW

TOMORROW Tomorrow I return, to a place that seems forgotten. How will it receive me? I won't know for sure as the script remains unwritten. Tomorrow I return, to a place that once called out my name, and with joy I'd answer, but now things aren't the same. Through muzzled lips with muffled words my name it whispers. Tomorrow I return, to a place where I'll wish it was still today and tomorrow is delayed, and though my wish may sound selfish; many would gain… Tomorrow… if it comes, I return to a place that I now remember...

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** Why do we tend to always remember the things we try hard to forget? While we carefully try to live a life of no regrets... Sometimes the very thing from which we run, is what becomes our saving grace, But it's hard to see it face to face... Just to erase the parts that you don't wish to recall, So that depression won't be your portion after all... If with the mind, bad things and people we could make disappear, None of us would live a life of fear... But things have a way of coming right back, And it's when it's least expected that it attacks... When you thought it was gone, it was only suppressed, Then it shows up at dinner as an uninvited guest... You try very hard to put it back in the box, But there's not much one can do with broken locks. So now you remember and it brings lots of pain, And you promised yourself not to cry over this memory again... You try to send it back from whence it came, But only if you remember, your life will never be the same.

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC

Why Remember when I want to forget

** Why do we tend to always remember the things we try hard to forget? While we carefully try to live a life of no regrets... Sometimes the very thing from which we run, is what becomes our saving grace, But it's hard to see it face to face... Just to erase the parts that you don't wish to recall, So that depression won't be your portion after all... If with the mind, bad things and people we could make disappear, None of us would live a life of fear... But things have a way of coming right back, And it's when it's least expected that it attacks... When you thought it was gone, it was only suppressed, Then it shows up at dinner as an uninvited guest... You try very hard to put it back in the box, But there's not much one can do with broken locks. So now you remember and it brings lots of pain, And you promised yourself not to cry over this memory again... You try to send it back from whence it came, But only if you remember, your life will never be the same.

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My heart is aching... I' My hands are shaking... M My head is spinning.. My soul is breaking... H I must be dreaming... U My chest is tight... R Can't sleep at night... T For joy I fight... I I can't see the light... N Take this pain, restore my sight... G

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Jul 15, 2020

Jul 15, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC

Tell me how you feel

My heart is aching... I' My hands are shaking... M My head is spinning.. My soul is breaking... H I must be dreaming... U My chest is tight... R Can't sleep at night... T For joy I fight... I I can't see the light... N Take this pain, restore my sight... G

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Heart Break Break up Upset Setback Backdrop Drop dead.

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC

I'm done

Heart Break Break up Upset Setback Backdrop Drop dead.

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It hurts a lot when the one you care about doesn't care about you You asked for my heart and I was quick to give, now that it's broken I don't want to live.

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC

I care too much

It hurts a lot when the one you care about doesn't care about you You asked for my heart and I was quick to give, now that it's broken I don't want to live.

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From the sound of the guns To the smell of blood From the screams of the neighbors as the body of their kin hits the ground with a thud... From men walking with riffles too and fro my backyard I have seen it, I have seen it all. Dogs barking in a distance become very near People screaming and running for their lives in fear... Schools closed on the account of war Gangs and law enforcers together in a brawl It was a lot to see, but I have seen it all. Who would I become when crime and violence have been engraved in my mind? When the hate and torment around me is all that I could find? Not what is expected of me as my environment dictates But a role model to society no matter what it takes... Because I have seen it, and seen it all To crime and violence I will not fall.

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Jan 6, 2020

Jan 6, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC

I saw too much

From the sound of the guns To the smell of blood From the screams of the neighbors as the body of their kin hits the ground with a thud... From men walking with riffles too and fro my backyard I have seen it, I have seen it all. Dogs barking in a distance become very near People screaming and running for their lives in fear... Schools closed on the account of war Gangs and law enforcers together in a brawl It was a lot to see, but I have seen it all. Who would I become when crime and violence have been engraved in my mind? When the hate and torment around me is all that I could find? Not what is expected of me as my environment dictates But a role model to society no matter what it takes... Because I have seen it, and seen it all To crime and violence I will not fall.

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It's been a while since I have written A year ago to be exact. Things has been so topsy turvy, I had given up on writing as a matter of fact. Not another word or thought came to me, I lost my zeal as I watched my muse disappeared. It can be devastating when you lose the ones you love, But to lose yourself is even more than what one can bear. After realising that I am my own muse, And I am all that I needed, I decided to pick myself up and push with all that I got I made myself an offer that I couldn't refuse. Note to self: Writing is what you do best So never allow anyone to tell you less You may feel defeated at times but you're not done yet So whenever you feel like you have something to say Grab a pen and some paper and say it without delay You are too good of a writer to keep your mouth shut, And even the best of writers fall in a rut So promise me you will never again put your pen down Because soon and very soon, for your writing, you'll be given a crown.

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Jan 5, 2020

Jan 5, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC

M.I.W.

It's been a while since I have written A year ago to be exact. Things has been so topsy turvy, I had given up on writing as a matter of fact. Not another word or thought came to me, I lost my zeal as I watched my muse disappeared. It can be devastating when you lose the ones you love, But to lose yourself is even more than what one can bear. After realising that I am my own muse, And I am all that I needed, I decided to pick myself up and push with all that I got I made myself an offer that I couldn't refuse. Note to self: Writing is what you do best So never allow anyone to tell you less You may feel defeated at times but you're not done yet So whenever you feel like you have something to say Grab a pen and some paper and say it without delay You are too good of a writer to keep your mouth shut, And even the best of writers fall in a rut So promise me you will never again put your pen down Because soon and very soon, for your writing, you'll be given a crown.

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If I keep tripping over the same wire, why don't I move it out of the way? You'd think I would have learned the first few times I've fallen by the scars left behind… But still I get up, lick my wound and somehow manage to fall one more time. Is it that I am stupid or just broken inside, that one would think that I like it when I fall? But like a broken record I am stuck on replay, doing it again and again, not remembering how it felt the last time I took a fall. Why don't I move the **** wire?! How do l even move it? Day after day, night after night I dream of a time when I fall no more But I can't seem to get that **** wire out the door Why can't I walk another way? How about going left instead of right today? I see the wire ahead and I know I will fall, But I just can't seem to divert from it any at all… Like a magnet to metal I am being pulled in its path, And I want to break away from it but I don't know where to start I tried my best but it just wasn't strong enough, And so I fell again over the same stupid stuff

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC

Get up, don't trip up

If I keep tripping over the same wire, why don't I move it out of the way? You'd think I would have learned the first few times I've fallen by the scars left behind… But still I get up, lick my wound and somehow manage to fall one more time. Is it that I am stupid or just broken inside, that one would think that I like it when I fall? But like a broken record I am stuck on replay, doing it again and again, not remembering how it felt the last time I took a fall. Why don't I move the **** wire?! How do l even move it? Day after day, night after night I dream of a time when I fall no more But I can't seem to get that **** wire out the door Why can't I walk another way? How about going left instead of right today? I see the wire ahead and I know I will fall, But I just can't seem to divert from it any at all… Like a magnet to metal I am being pulled in its path, And I want to break away from it but I don't know where to start I tried my best but it just wasn't strong enough, And so I fell again over the same stupid stuff

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I saw a cat sitting in the dead center of a two way street, And I wondered what tragedy it would meet... For no one seemed to care that it was sitting right there, As they drove pass without a stare... It didn't flinch a bit as the vehicles passed by, but in my heart I wondered why... Why is it there? I pondered... Is life so bad that death is the only solution it was rendered? But then I remembered when I was like that cat, sitting in the dead center of the busy street of life. Crying out for help but everyone passed me by... On days when I wanted to die... People have become so selfish and inhumane, only the carcass of the cat now remains... Why didn't they save it? Why didn't they reach out to others like me? Sitting in the dead center of the busy street of life, waiting for someone to come and rescue me.

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC

Suicidal Cat

I saw a cat sitting in the dead center of a two way street, And I wondered what tragedy it would meet... For no one seemed to care that it was sitting right there, As they drove pass without a stare... It didn't flinch a bit as the vehicles passed by, but in my heart I wondered why... Why is it there? I pondered... Is life so bad that death is the only solution it was rendered? But then I remembered when I was like that cat, sitting in the dead center of the busy street of life. Crying out for help but everyone passed me by... On days when I wanted to die... People have become so selfish and inhumane, only the carcass of the cat now remains... Why didn't they save it? Why didn't they reach out to others like me? Sitting in the dead center of the busy street of life, waiting for someone to come and rescue me.

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