Hinode - Hello Poetry

She spoke the words "I love you," as if they were dripping from her mouth. Desire and longing were written in her eyes. This fragrance of hers, was intoxicating. One could almost choke on it. Stay away from love. For it can truly be sickening. Especially if you haven't caught it already.

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

Love Sickness

She spoke the words "I love you," as if they were dripping from her mouth. Desire and longing were written in her eyes. This fragrance of hers, was intoxicating. One could almost choke on it. Stay away from love. For it can truly be sickening. Especially if you haven't caught it already.

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I'll deceive you with a smile, I'll make you stay a while. With a superficial charm, That can bring mighty harm. You've only reached the surface, My remains remain a maze. Am I too dark for you? A simple face, hypnotic gaze. With twinkles in my eyes, I wear "Innocence" as a disguise, Secretly bitter, better yet sweet, master manipulator to my simple conceit.

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Mar 24, 2017

Mar 24, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC

His Confidence and Charm

I'll deceive you with a smile, I'll make you stay a while. With a superficial charm, That can bring mighty harm. You've only reached the surface, My remains remain a maze. Am I too dark for you? A simple face, hypnotic gaze. With twinkles in my eyes, I wear "Innocence" as a disguise, Secretly bitter, better yet sweet, master manipulator to my simple conceit.

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*Tis a shame, for the ones who can see are the ones who are truly blind For the ones who have ears to hear, lack the ability to listen For the once who have gifts to share are selfish to share them For the ones who have a voice to speak decide to keep quiet For the ones who have a brain lack the thought to think*

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC

The competence & the rights

*Tis a shame, for the ones who can see are the ones who are truly blind For the ones who have ears to hear, lack the ability to listen For the once who have gifts to share are selfish to share them For the ones who have a voice to speak decide to keep quiet For the ones who have a brain lack the thought to think*

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*It was February 6th, the boy could taste the wood in his teeth Had a bad habit, of a pencil, and biting on it It was history class, in boredom the boy could pass A blank page, for a bored mind like his in its own cage The page screaming, for him to fulfill it with a drawing A rock and a girl, Seemingly in her own world The boy had drawn a stranger, and although he had made her And she had come from his thoughts, her, he didn't know lots of It was interesting, he had made a character, perhaps story teller Couldn't tell what she was thinkin', or who she was even It was as if this image he'd made, had its own thoughts that would fade Just like the rock, and the girl Both drawn in pencil, would eventually fade leaving a mere sample The page that was once empty, was fulfilled simply, With the vision of a portrait, that by looking at it, it stood still Yet anyone who interpret it carries, their own series of stories However, to the boy she looked quite sad, maybe because he has what she never had The ability of speaking, breathing, living, after all she is just a drawing Maybe she seats on the rock with thoughts that are existential, as she realizes she is drawn in pencil*

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC

Drawn in pencil

*It was February 6th, the boy could taste the wood in his teeth Had a bad habit, of a pencil, and biting on it It was history class, in boredom the boy could pass A blank page, for a bored mind like his in its own cage The page screaming, for him to fulfill it with a drawing A rock and a girl, Seemingly in her own world The boy had drawn a stranger, and although he had made her And she had come from his thoughts, her, he didn't know lots of It was interesting, he had made a character, perhaps story teller Couldn't tell what she was thinkin', or who she was even It was as if this image he'd made, had its own thoughts that would fade Just like the rock, and the girl Both drawn in pencil, would eventually fade leaving a mere sample The page that was once empty, was fulfilled simply, With the vision of a portrait, that by looking at it, it stood still Yet anyone who interpret it carries, their own series of stories However, to the boy she looked quite sad, maybe because he has what she never had The ability of speaking, breathing, living, after all she is just a drawing Maybe she seats on the rock with thoughts that are existential, as she realizes she is drawn in pencil*

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I sat alone at night Wondering and thinking in the dark Now and then there were times Where it'd be impossible to find A series of meaningful rhymes All the stuff I wrote in the past Were simple words Without a meaning behind them Complicated words To make a poem seem more articulated But what for? I am still here Sitting alone at night Wondering and thinking Of meaningless junk

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC

It is 1 a.m on a Sunday.

I sat alone at night Wondering and thinking in the dark Now and then there were times Where it'd be impossible to find A series of meaningful rhymes All the stuff I wrote in the past Were simple words Without a meaning behind them Complicated words To make a poem seem more articulated But what for? I am still here Sitting alone at night Wondering and thinking Of meaningless junk

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*Give and get Forgive and forget Whispers just another tale Or is it just another lie Everything that is told In a single try Is spoken wrong Nothing Becomes everything And everything Is later gone Whispers these words And does not forget Everyone's a hypocrite And yet We're all just simply Trying to make it*

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC

Fake it

*Give and get Forgive and forget Whispers just another tale Or is it just another lie Everything that is told In a single try Is spoken wrong Nothing Becomes everything And everything Is later gone Whispers these words And does not forget Everyone's a hypocrite And yet We're all just simply Trying to make it*

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Mommy, why does that boy look like that? shh, don't be rude Daddy where is that girl's dad? now is not the time, I'm not in the mood Mom, can you hear me sing? darling, maybe later Dad, will you play catch with me? at a different time would be better Mom can I have a couple bucks? here you go Dad can I borrow the car drive slow Goodbye, mom Goodbye, dad I'm sure you'll remain calm since I wasn't even there Its like I was never gone

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC

I have a question

Mommy, why does that boy look like that? shh, don't be rude Daddy where is that girl's dad? now is not the time, I'm not in the mood Mom, can you hear me sing? darling, maybe later Dad, will you play catch with me? at a different time would be better Mom can I have a couple bucks? here you go Dad can I borrow the car drive slow Goodbye, mom Goodbye, dad I'm sure you'll remain calm since I wasn't even there Its like I was never gone

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*You throw your casual lies Just at anyone Like a devilish ***** But that's fine for These others Who don't seem to be Into the love and the explicitly You're the kind of person Who uses their body like poison Instead of speaking words of trust You hide your lies with lust to get what you want Their use of you is a must You think of yourself as weapon They think they've tasted heaven But you know very well What You're giving em' is hell*

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Feb 21, 2016

Feb 21, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC

the love and the explicitly

*You throw your casual lies Just at anyone Like a devilish ***** But that's fine for These others Who don't seem to be Into the love and the explicitly You're the kind of person Who uses their body like poison Instead of speaking words of trust You hide your lies with lust to get what you want Their use of you is a must You think of yourself as weapon They think they've tasted heaven But you know very well What You're giving em' is hell*

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*She was delicate Untouchable She was fragile Yet unbreakable No other feeling Could compare To the way I felt When I was with her Between heaven And earth suspended We were even Our time was expended Oh to those were the good times She is now long gone What was once delicate And had it's rarity shone upon This others you call mortals Because to them you were a god But I knew you weren't perfect I knew you were flawed But once you saw me For what I truly was my monstrosities And all my flaws That is who I was That is who I am You casted me away Your love was a sham You casted me away forever Banished me in to the darkness For centeries of eternal despondency Nothing but complete blackness*

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC

The moon and the sun

*She was delicate Untouchable She was fragile Yet unbreakable No other feeling Could compare To the way I felt When I was with her Between heaven And earth suspended We were even Our time was expended Oh to those were the good times She is now long gone What was once delicate And had it's rarity shone upon This others you call mortals Because to them you were a god But I knew you weren't perfect I knew you were flawed But once you saw me For what I truly was my monstrosities And all my flaws That is who I was That is who I am You casted me away Your love was a sham You casted me away forever Banished me in to the darkness For centeries of eternal despondency Nothing but complete blackness*

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Does life flash before your eyes Do you feel anything Do they forgive all your lies Is it peace it will bring Do you become another person Another being Do you have any reason For the things you keep saying For all this things I question I'll never have an answer

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Feb 7, 2016

Feb 7, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC

What's it like to die

Does life flash before your eyes Do you feel anything Do they forgive all your lies Is it peace it will bring Do you become another person Another being Do you have any reason For the things you keep saying For all this things I question I'll never have an answer

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