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ashatan-tee
Australian I enjoy ranting... / And I just think poetry allows me to do it creatively.
There's nothing like the feeling of Holding your hand That heart racing moment when our fingers interlock And your thumb soothingly caresses my own And we sit there In comfortable silence Letting our minds wonder while our hands never let go
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
When You Hold My Hand
Yeah life is a hater And the world is too But they defied their own nature When they blessed me with you
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
Haters Gon' Hate
I hate History. Loathe it, in fact. To hell with these matrix of numbers and dates! My brain can only withstand through so much pain Until it eventually breaks ... And then procastinates.
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
I Hate History!
Your love surrounds me like an ocean It drags me down to the depths of the unknown And with curiosity, I dive deeper Deeper and deeper I dive, Knowing all too well that I am in danger of dying But I am drowning in the wonders of your foresaken love... And I will be safe and sound For your love surrounds me like an ocean And it floods my mind with a tsunami of pondering 'what if's.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
Like an Ocean
I procrastinate quite often. Even now as my fingers slide across the mosaic keys, my body is procrastinating Yet my mind and my concience is begging for my undivided attention. I will never understand the science behind such a mindless act. Why is it that I draw my focus away from the things that matter And then concentrate on the things that do not? Like the bent corners of my paper The lid that grips loyally to the end of my pen The spiraling spine of my notebook... All the little and insignificant things that do not matter. Oh how so sadly ironic, That even such a mindless act can hold some truths about my life And how I tend to mindlessly focus on things that just Do not matter.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
Procrastination
Delusional love, Thanks a lot for cheating on My vulnerable heart
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Delusional (haiku poem)
The concept of 'Y.O.L.O.' is stupid. "You only live once," Society claims. Yet, they instantly use this concept as their motivation to do something Outrageous Reckless Stupid Something so rare and precious as a life is not worth any Thrill seeker Adrenaline rush Rebellious triumph If you ever have something once, would you not strive to Protect it Treasure it Savour it? The concept of 'Y.O.L.O.' is stupid, For the people that use it do not know how to Treasure the one thing they have control over.
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
The Concept of 'Y.O.L.O.' is Stupid
Hope It is a battle between the head and the heart It is ignorant to reality It pries on our fantasies Hope It is being confident in something ambiguous It is putting everything on the line For a maybe A what if A perhaps... Hope It is both assuring And deluding Satisfying And starving. Hope It is a battle between the head and the heart But the heart must always win.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
The Truth About Hope
They say sticks and stones Have the strength to break my bones But words break my heart.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sticks and Stones (haiku poem)
This smile on my face Feels so out of place However, I know that this time It is definitely not fake. It is real. Because you put it there. You stuck it on when you gazed into my eyes When you reassured me that Everything will be alright. And they will, oh they certainly will Because I have you By my side
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
This time, it is real.