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alex-george
Indian Poetry by Alex George
A huge farm Endless walking I forgot who I was Forgot my middle name How I sign my signature Gave my voice away Flexed my throat like a professional Teeth on display I thought I’d see a black cloud Or a gang of hands Enveloping me Choking me But I was just left Out in the bright light With no disgusted eyes Looking my way Nobody asking for explanations Just me talking to myself Slit his ******* throat So he doesn’t repeat The story about his best friends
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
Riding on a 123, Pimping the cars on the street
I will speak in the Only language I know, And you will listen In the only language you know conversation.chain=(c0mplete_1) We will walk away
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Basic
delirious and dazed in the silence of the beating, artificial wind I sit, thinking of a beating, artificial wind in a far away land.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
kilimanjaro
A nap parent chan geint he di rectiono fan object, ca used by acha ngeino b servat ionalpo sitiont hat pro videsan ewli neo fsight.
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
movement
a long long time ago when we all were babies we couldn't read or understand we were openly racist and funny we loved and hated we still hated the future but the reasons seemed to make sense we had just one world its so difficult now to be realistic to colour within the lines to love and to hate to say two much
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
a sad poem on regret
1. Three Persons Where is this? But, NO. It is everywhere. Colours unite and divide. But to the prism, it is just another day. Why aren't the colours solid? Why don't they meld into the prism? How are we so sure? That the ideas we think outshine every other. That we have the power to change this sorry world. We think of our superpowers. But all we do ever is enable this amoeba more and more everyday. - Green, endless green. Maybe they think that they should create Natural Parks and Sanctuaries to protect humans from their deadly logic. Hey! Maybe they do! - I await the beauty and the epics. But beyond the turn, there is only a lake 2. The Swirl Begins The first thought that comes to my mind is the shape of shapes. It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular. Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension. But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry adds up to form so much asymmetry. Not that it isn't beautiful. But somehow the point is lost in the heap. What is perfect? Thankfully my train of thought takes me to more beautiful places. Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds.. God! I want to believe!! But not believing is so much fun! **** that! Swirl!! 3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description] Zombies and Aliens do not reside here. We walk along without any fear. Why, you ask? We wish we could tell. Somehow we realise that it is here we can smell. Drop. Stop. Swirl. Up.. Write. Wish i didn't. No i don't. We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do. Swirl. Down. SsHHhhh...
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
One Song in Three Parts
1. Three Persons Where is this? But, NO. It is everywhere. Colours unite and divide. But to the prism, it is just another day. Why aren't the colours solid? Why don't they meld into the prism? How are we so sure? That the ideas we think outshine every other. That we have the power to change this sorry world. We think of our superpowers. But all we do ever is enable this amoeba more and more everyday. - Green, endless green. Maybe they think that they should create Natural Parks and Sanctuaries to protect humans from their deadly logic. Hey! Maybe they do! - I await the beauty and the epics. But beyond the turn, there is only a lake 2. The Swirl Begins The first thought that comes to my mind is the shape of shapes. It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular. Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension. But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry adds up to form so much asymmetry. Not that it isn't beautiful. But somehow the point is lost in the heap. What is perfect? Thankfully my train of thought takes me to more beautiful places. Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds.. God! I want to believe!! But not believing is so much fun! **** that! Swirl!! 3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description] Zombies and Aliens do not reside here. We walk along without any fear. Why, you ask? We wish we could tell. Somehow we realise that it is here we can smell. Drop. Stop. Swirl. Up.. Write. Wish i didn't. No i don't. We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do. Swirl. Down. SsHHhhh...
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this is a deck it seems the ***** i swallowed will regurgitate soon enough but i stand here at the edge of humanity gawking at the beauty of the extremes. a joke some of us pretend to understand. a joke so terrible nobody really wants to laugh. time+the salty waves have washed away the name of this ship so you can call it whatever the **** you want
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
jahazz+hair
turn the page into gold - the only thing that convinces me that I'm still sane is that fact that i continue to question my sanity
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
morpher
Today I saw a shadow. I asked him what the time was. He told me to **** off.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
atlluacy
"I always pray to God To give me more suffering So i can talk to myself more" Said a voice. I think it came out of my mouth.
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
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