K-lanc01 - Hello Poetry

Searching for myself Discovered a real ******* So made him anew.

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC

Searching for myself Discovered a real ******* So made him anew.

The sky; choking in smog, Seeks its former freedom. The dam denies the river, Still and lifeless, lacking flow. The forest; cut and culled, banished far at man's designing The fire sits fragile in its grate, Stays domesticated; docile. The Earth; anger raising, At the subjugation of its sons. We people walk through life, ignorant to our offences. Ours minds; seized still, Synapses froze and never firing. My soul knowing the outcome, Asks deliverance from its fate.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC

The Fall

The sky; choking in smog, Seeks its former freedom. The dam denies the river, Still and lifeless, lacking flow. The forest; cut and culled, banished far at man's designing The fire sits fragile in its grate, Stays domesticated; docile. The Earth; anger raising, At the subjugation of its sons. We people walk through life, ignorant to our offences. Ours minds; seized still, Synapses froze and never firing. My soul knowing the outcome, Asks deliverance from its fate.

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Society has no regret Stretches us out like human tack Twists the gears to move the rack To keep us tight and highly strung Much easier to hold the notes The ones that get stuffed down our throats The ones that we think that we sing ourselves Society has no regret A child playing with marionettes Then torches them when play is done To watch the flames eat up and take We entertain, to be its friend But seeking value in an early end Its wish we die before become a burden Society has no regret Tears out gold teeth for circuit boards Greases gears with chewed up hoards Then renders down their fats for soaps Society has no regret Keep us numb on drugs and hope Steady pulse of dopamine Notice nothing cut or gleamed Society has no regret The great machine has got to turn Your body's your country fuel to burn To expend the shell as it sees fit Society has no regret The ash spread out makes fertile fields Let the future make the past its meal

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC

Society has no regret

Society has no regret Stretches us out like human tack Twists the gears to move the rack To keep us tight and highly strung Much easier to hold the notes The ones that get stuffed down our throats The ones that we think that we sing ourselves Society has no regret A child playing with marionettes Then torches them when play is done To watch the flames eat up and take We entertain, to be its friend But seeking value in an early end Its wish we die before become a burden Society has no regret Tears out gold teeth for circuit boards Greases gears with chewed up hoards Then renders down their fats for soaps Society has no regret Keep us numb on drugs and hope Steady pulse of dopamine Notice nothing cut or gleamed Society has no regret The great machine has got to turn Your body's your country fuel to burn To expend the shell as it sees fit Society has no regret The ash spread out makes fertile fields Let the future make the past its meal

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I'm too drunk man Way past the laughs and the larkings Alone now with the thoughts that the dark brings I'm way too drunk man I'm skint so im drinking of brand Still sipping when the dawn starts its breaking But that time any old **** tastes amazing I'm way too drunk man The sun on my face through the blinds Red morning light matching my eyes Wishing the clock would re-wind Cause where my future self lays He'll lay all day with his mind Scattered to the winds and the skies I'm way to drunk man

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Jan 15, 2019

Jan 15, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC

A Sonnet For Saturday Nights

I'm too drunk man Way past the laughs and the larkings Alone now with the thoughts that the dark brings I'm way too drunk man I'm skint so im drinking of brand Still sipping when the dawn starts its breaking But that time any old **** tastes amazing I'm way too drunk man The sun on my face through the blinds Red morning light matching my eyes Wishing the clock would re-wind Cause where my future self lays He'll lay all day with his mind Scattered to the winds and the skies I'm way to drunk man

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I remember my friend, and then again I go back in time Then again, I become that boy, The one who met his friend on a Friday, in the living room, after his swimming lesson Then again, that boy, Who ran with his friend on the streets in spring, in the parks in summer, played the fields in autumn Then again that young man, Who dug a hole with his dad on a Saturday, stood that morning with his family, as his friend went into the ground Then again, that young man Who with head in his girlfriends lap at night, drunk in the dark, cried for the loss of his friend

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Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC

My Friend

I remember my friend, and then again I go back in time Then again, I become that boy, The one who met his friend on a Friday, in the living room, after his swimming lesson Then again, that boy, Who ran with his friend on the streets in spring, in the parks in summer, played the fields in autumn Then again that young man, Who dug a hole with his dad on a Saturday, stood that morning with his family, as his friend went into the ground Then again, that young man Who with head in his girlfriends lap at night, drunk in the dark, cried for the loss of his friend

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Round the circle we all sit As a group reciting **** Again just like the night before Channelling hyena packs The night alive with stoner's laughs Double double Puff and pass Hold your breath until it laps Heavy hits from bottle bongs Sat beatboxing old school songs Passing round fermented potions Childish jokes and puerile motions Double double Puff and pass Hold your breath until it laps Drifting off in ones and two Mushrooms picked and set to brew Mellow greens in china skin Heady smoke smell covers sins Double double Puff and pass Hold your breath until it laps Acid tabs as foreheads sag Hard liquor hits to beat the flag Coke on mirrors razored fine Crushed up E laid out in lines Prolonged highs that last for hours Bumps from Yale keys full of powders Endorphins drop so fuel the need Satisfying primal greeds Double double, double stuff These papers tight and start the tuck Roll it up and stick it down Set alight and pass it round And by the burning in my lungs Something potent this way comes.

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

Double Double

Round the circle we all sit As a group reciting **** Again just like the night before Channelling hyena packs The night alive with stoner's laughs Double double Puff and pass Hold your breath until it laps Heavy hits from bottle bongs Sat beatboxing old school songs Passing round fermented potions Childish jokes and puerile motions Double double Puff and pass Hold your breath until it laps Drifting off in ones and two Mushrooms picked and set to brew Mellow greens in china skin Heady smoke smell covers sins Double double Puff and pass Hold your breath until it laps Acid tabs as foreheads sag Hard liquor hits to beat the flag Coke on mirrors razored fine Crushed up E laid out in lines Prolonged highs that last for hours Bumps from Yale keys full of powders Endorphins drop so fuel the need Satisfying primal greeds Double double, double stuff These papers tight and start the tuck Roll it up and stick it down Set alight and pass it round And by the burning in my lungs Something potent this way comes.

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I sometimes look at myself and worry That inside i'm always going to be that awkward kid The one who grew up into his face But cant seem to grow up into his mind

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC

Adult

I sometimes look at myself and worry That inside i'm always going to be that awkward kid The one who grew up into his face But cant seem to grow up into his mind

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When the sky is clear i can stare at it for hours; slowly emptying my head into its blue infinity Hoping that this will be the time That it doesn't find its way back

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC

Skies

When the sky is clear i can stare at it for hours; slowly emptying my head into its blue infinity Hoping that this will be the time That it doesn't find its way back

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Its two and the pubs doors lock And we're forces from the warmth Into the street and the dark To get home through the ever drizzle in the northern climbs A nights drink filling up our hearts and minds. As the wind howls through the town Fancy free and devil may care Hand in hand dancing on the old squares cracked and worn stones Banishing the cold from our bones. Seeking shelter from the downpour Under the awning of the store for phone repair I push from her soaked cheek a lock of equally soaked hair And move my hand to the back of her neck She moves hers to my thigh Casts a spell with a look from her deep hazel eyes It makes time stop And blood hammer through my veins On this cold Autumn night We kiss in the rain

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC

Kiss In The Rain

Its two and the pubs doors lock And we're forces from the warmth Into the street and the dark To get home through the ever drizzle in the northern climbs A nights drink filling up our hearts and minds. As the wind howls through the town Fancy free and devil may care Hand in hand dancing on the old squares cracked and worn stones Banishing the cold from our bones. Seeking shelter from the downpour Under the awning of the store for phone repair I push from her soaked cheek a lock of equally soaked hair And move my hand to the back of her neck She moves hers to my thigh Casts a spell with a look from her deep hazel eyes It makes time stop And blood hammer through my veins On this cold Autumn night We kiss in the rain

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For each lover a whisper For every ******* a shout Take each meal as a lord Then each drink as a lout Take note of each moment Then quickly forget Dance through the darkness Without knowing the steps Paint your naked self blue And then run through the square Expose all your weakness Then pretend you don't care Set fire to your doubts Expose were you hide Create your own dragons Then slay them inside Enjoy the whole story Disregard the last page Lets all **** moderation Then dance on its grave

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC

Moderation

For each lover a whisper For every ******* a shout Take each meal as a lord Then each drink as a lout Take note of each moment Then quickly forget Dance through the darkness Without knowing the steps Paint your naked self blue And then run through the square Expose all your weakness Then pretend you don't care Set fire to your doubts Expose were you hide Create your own dragons Then slay them inside Enjoy the whole story Disregard the last page Lets all **** moderation Then dance on its grave

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