KCsikat - Hello Poetry

Fragile, you say? And that may partly be true, but defenseless? I am not. Weak? Possibly— Scared? Definetely. Even so, my body will try— I will try— everything pushes so I could be alive, every single cell wants me alive, people that love me want me alive... I want to stay alive. So as you hammer at my shield and twist my thoughts cruely, just know that I am not defenseless— and I might give in, but not without a fighting chance. I will try until the very last second because the only person wants this is you.

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Nov 29, 2019

Nov 29, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC

Only Human?

Fragile, you say? And that may partly be true, but defenseless? I am not. Weak? Possibly— Scared? Definetely. Even so, my body will try— I will try— everything pushes so I could be alive, every single cell wants me alive, people that love me want me alive... I want to stay alive. So as you hammer at my shield and twist my thoughts cruely, just know that I am not defenseless— and I might give in, but not without a fighting chance. I will try until the very last second because the only person wants this is you.

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A light cry, gentle and small The scent of fresh flowers A new and confusing world A story every corner Laughs and smiles all around Something I'd love to explore How boring things are in this old world The toxic smell of smog and odor My life leading down the drain, Everything uninteresting Time to see things for myself Experience my life Forgetting all past mistakes Leading out of sadness I remember what has passed My own clock slowly stops But I would never change it. Though my imprint was so small I smile and leave with flowers.

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Nov 28, 2019

Nov 28, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC

From Start to End

A light cry, gentle and small The scent of fresh flowers A new and confusing world A story every corner Laughs and smiles all around Something I'd love to explore How boring things are in this old world The toxic smell of smog and odor My life leading down the drain, Everything uninteresting Time to see things for myself Experience my life Forgetting all past mistakes Leading out of sadness I remember what has passed My own clock slowly stops But I would never change it. Though my imprint was so small I smile and leave with flowers.

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Let's make a happy day one you're sure to remember; first, you must learn to play the game of life with splendor. The mind can't be a fool and be very one-sided, to focus on the cruel is a little misguided. Second, you are willing to let yourself just unwind, nice times are still fulfilling in a good state of mind. Leave worry for after because one day isn't much, loads of good and laughter is an excellent touch. Third and last, be comfy go somewhere that you'd enjoy, maybe get a buddy or someone that won't annoy. And that's a happy day, a list to its very core, but it's harder to be done; if no guidelines are ignored there will be assured fun!

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Nov 27, 2019

Nov 27, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC

How To Make a Happy Day

Let's make a happy day one you're sure to remember; first, you must learn to play the game of life with splendor. The mind can't be a fool and be very one-sided, to focus on the cruel is a little misguided. Second, you are willing to let yourself just unwind, nice times are still fulfilling in a good state of mind. Leave worry for after because one day isn't much, loads of good and laughter is an excellent touch. Third and last, be comfy go somewhere that you'd enjoy, maybe get a buddy or someone that won't annoy. And that's a happy day, a list to its very core, but it's harder to be done; if no guidelines are ignored there will be assured fun!

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Red waves flow at the rocky shore, crimson ate at the rapidly dying sand, engulfing it slowly with what the river had bore, supplying it with life straight to its core. Don’t take a dip at the boiling pool, be craven from touching for it’ll demand to engulf you into a river of heat for its fuel, for the hungry glow follows no man’s rule. And be not convinced by its beguiling beam since obeisance is what it does not understand and by Pallas it does scheme, before it has your final breath be screams. A flood of blazes crackled through the town crashing at the quaint and old into the land, hastening bitter and searing waves falling down an event so grand and so renowned. But as a tide grows ever so high, closing into the Seraphim at God’s right hand; near midday, it gently ceases until it dies, and the last red drop that treads does dry.

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Nov 26, 2019

Nov 26, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC

Lava

Red waves flow at the rocky shore, crimson ate at the rapidly dying sand, engulfing it slowly with what the river had bore, supplying it with life straight to its core. Don’t take a dip at the boiling pool, be craven from touching for it’ll demand to engulf you into a river of heat for its fuel, for the hungry glow follows no man’s rule. And be not convinced by its beguiling beam since obeisance is what it does not understand and by Pallas it does scheme, before it has your final breath be screams. A flood of blazes crackled through the town crashing at the quaint and old into the land, hastening bitter and searing waves falling down an event so grand and so renowned. But as a tide grows ever so high, closing into the Seraphim at God’s right hand; near midday, it gently ceases until it dies, and the last red drop that treads does dry.

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