MisH-ap - Hello Poetry

Contempt for the eyes that watch the twitch of the body, the spit that takes flight From the mouth of those whose eyes Look further than what meets the eye Those who take no notice of the little irrelevant things but marvel at the great big. Set before them. Taking on each challenge with vigor. Charging up to volunteer Their bodies held together by the strength that hold them steady Makes the whole. Taking life by the reins. Steering their destiny While the watchful eyes remain behind the blinds Looking on in scorn and spewing judgement on those Living the life they desire The life the crave. Only their eyes see but the flesh does Not feel. Starved men left alone Behind the blinds Experiencing life with only their Eyes. But what happens when They lose their sight. Lose themselves In the life of Greater men.

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Jun 14, 2018

Jun 14, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC

Them

Contempt for the eyes that watch the twitch of the body, the spit that takes flight From the mouth of those whose eyes Look further than what meets the eye Those who take no notice of the little irrelevant things but marvel at the great big. Set before them. Taking on each challenge with vigor. Charging up to volunteer Their bodies held together by the strength that hold them steady Makes the whole. Taking life by the reins. Steering their destiny While the watchful eyes remain behind the blinds Looking on in scorn and spewing judgement on those Living the life they desire The life the crave. Only their eyes see but the flesh does Not feel. Starved men left alone Behind the blinds Experiencing life with only their Eyes. But what happens when They lose their sight. Lose themselves In the life of Greater men.

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When the ship of life sets sail, where exactly will you be? Below deck, not quite able to see the world With your head down and your hands tucked in your jeans' pockets. And as your ships sails on the waters, steered by others you miss everything. The gushing wind. you know not what it feels like, The ocean spray. You know not what it tastes likes The bright blue skies. You know not what it looks like. But what you do know, Is what it all sounds like, and so The journey, you missed and as the ships docks on the dark shores of the end of your journey. All you can remember is not what it Felt like, Tastes like, nor What it looks like but what it all sounded like. Wondeful was the sound of the stories other lads had to tell But now that you've come to the end What is your story? The stories of men For you never got to see, taste or feel it for yourself Because you were below deck thinking all is well.

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC

Never Below Deck

When the ship of life sets sail, where exactly will you be? Below deck, not quite able to see the world With your head down and your hands tucked in your jeans' pockets. And as your ships sails on the waters, steered by others you miss everything. The gushing wind. you know not what it feels like, The ocean spray. You know not what it tastes likes The bright blue skies. You know not what it looks like. But what you do know, Is what it all sounds like, and so The journey, you missed and as the ships docks on the dark shores of the end of your journey. All you can remember is not what it Felt like, Tastes like, nor What it looks like but what it all sounded like. Wondeful was the sound of the stories other lads had to tell But now that you've come to the end What is your story? The stories of men For you never got to see, taste or feel it for yourself Because you were below deck thinking all is well.

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You didn’t like it. My rejection. Your rejection. My rejection of your ******** Rejection of your ejection. You didn’t like it. So , you rejected me. You ejected me, From your being You Rejected my offerings, My laugh, My traits, My whole. Me. All of me You shunned Would you have liked it Had I accepted what you , Unsheathed, would the rejection be reversed Or would it be stalled. Until the ejection, Then subsequently the Guaranteed rejection Of the whole, The rejection remains And we part ways Ejected,Dejected. You seemed to like it then

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May 28, 2018

May 28, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC

Rejected

You didn’t like it. My rejection. Your rejection. My rejection of your ******** Rejection of your ejection. You didn’t like it. So , you rejected me. You ejected me, From your being You Rejected my offerings, My laugh, My traits, My whole. Me. All of me You shunned Would you have liked it Had I accepted what you , Unsheathed, would the rejection be reversed Or would it be stalled. Until the ejection, Then subsequently the Guaranteed rejection Of the whole, The rejection remains And we part ways Ejected,Dejected. You seemed to like it then

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