Jithin4369 - Hello Poetry

When life gives you lemons You make lemonade But taste sour it will If you don't have the sugar.

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Jul 4, 2020

Jul 4, 2020 at 6:30 AM UTC

Jithin4369

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When life gives you lemons You make lemonade But taste sour it will If you don't have the sugar.

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He'll wield his arms and dwell Over the bodies of his brethren Until his breath runs out Oh he'll, he'll build hell.

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Jul 1, 2020

Jul 1, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC

Jithin4369

He'll

He'll wield his arms and dwell Over the bodies of his brethren Until his breath runs out Oh he'll, he'll build hell.

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Those half-meant words with strings Attached to a world so bright The blinding blaze broke The binds I had with earth. World turned upside-down, it seemed Now the sky attainable, eyes cloudy Surfing towards the sun To be burned down to earth, again. Back to being normal, it seemed Yet five feet down below the ground Mouths above whispering to be brave Even when I had dug my own grave. Lying on the tear-soaked bed My eyes gave in and closed On a world I never left Amongst the graveyard of promises.

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Apr 19, 2020

Apr 19, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC

Jithin4369

Graveyard of Promises

Those half-meant words with strings Attached to a world so bright The blinding blaze broke The binds I had with earth. World turned upside-down, it seemed Now the sky attainable, eyes cloudy Surfing towards the sun To be burned down to earth, again. Back to being normal, it seemed Yet five feet down below the ground Mouths above whispering to be brave Even when I had dug my own grave. Lying on the tear-soaked bed My eyes gave in and closed On a world I never left Amongst the graveyard of promises.

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A thousand years back in time, It was greener than ever. A legion of evergreen trees and outgrown ting bushes. A family of chirruping birds to violent hungry beasts. All in serenity as in home. It was never uncanny But it is now. At present it is only a land in dreams. No less than hell it is A place devoid of peace with dead trees in piece. A land of ever lost hope as all animal lost their home. In future darker it would be and who did this - We!

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC

Jithin4369

FOREST - THROUGH THE PASSAGE OF TIME.

A thousand years back in time, It was greener than ever. A legion of evergreen trees and outgrown ting bushes. A family of chirruping birds to violent hungry beasts. All in serenity as in home. It was never uncanny But it is now. At present it is only a land in dreams. No less than hell it is A place devoid of peace with dead trees in piece. A land of ever lost hope as all animal lost their home. In future darker it would be and who did this - We!

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Waves of the ocean show us life how it has been and how it will rife. Waves are like feelings you cannot stop its coming there is nothing you can do but learn surfing. Waves are like the choices one makes in life choose one, or wait for the other. Life like waves is all about the rise and fall never stop flowing till you reach land.

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May 25, 2019

May 25, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC

Jithin4369

THE WAVES OF LIFE

Waves of the ocean show us life how it has been and how it will rife. Waves are like feelings you cannot stop its coming there is nothing you can do but learn surfing. Waves are like the choices one makes in life choose one, or wait for the other. Life like waves is all about the rise and fall never stop flowing till you reach land.

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I wish, I could cry it all out let the tears roll Ironical as it seems I felt everything , The sadness in the eyes. The happiness in the smile. The affection of the arms. Everything. Yet I have nothing The sadness in my eyes nor fear. The happiness in my smile nor disgust. The affection of the arms nor anger. Nothing. Like sponge, Easy to slice and slash and simply burn to ash And I know it is I barely alive Numb.

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May 22, 2019

May 22, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC

Jithin4369

NUMB

I wish, I could cry it all out let the tears roll Ironical as it seems I felt everything , The sadness in the eyes. The happiness in the smile. The affection of the arms. Everything. Yet I have nothing The sadness in my eyes nor fear. The happiness in my smile nor disgust. The affection of the arms nor anger. Nothing. Like sponge, Easy to slice and slash and simply burn to ash And I know it is I barely alive Numb.

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