ashley-reem - Hello Poetry

Pablo is the drum that never stops beating A sound that you can hear for miles You can feel the good vibrations that surrounds his aura A passion for music, an urge to go faster, and an endless amount of unconditional love for everything His words of wisdom The actions we use day to day Taught by him and the seed of knowledge that he shared with all of us We will take the seed of Pablo and plant it into the universe For him and for all to eat from the tree of life He has left us Thank you Pablo for the music and the frontside grinds. You are the sound.

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May 20, 2019

May 20, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC

Pablocado

Pablo is the drum that never stops beating A sound that you can hear for miles You can feel the good vibrations that surrounds his aura A passion for music, an urge to go faster, and an endless amount of unconditional love for everything His words of wisdom The actions we use day to day Taught by him and the seed of knowledge that he shared with all of us We will take the seed of Pablo and plant it into the universe For him and for all to eat from the tree of life He has left us Thank you Pablo for the music and the frontside grinds. You are the sound.

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A place where we feel minuscule All the gray soaking our vision Pushing for comfort Faster for fear The whole city on our glossy eyes Not sure what route we will take As long as our paths meet at the end In our tiny city, with our big hearts We come together as one The moon connects us If we keep our chins up Pushing for comfort Faster for fear Away in the distance The beautiful words of love Pablo is always near

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Apr 29, 2019

Apr 29, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC

Pablo Pspliff Ramirez

A place where we feel minuscule All the gray soaking our vision Pushing for comfort Faster for fear The whole city on our glossy eyes Not sure what route we will take As long as our paths meet at the end In our tiny city, with our big hearts We come together as one The moon connects us If we keep our chins up Pushing for comfort Faster for fear Away in the distance The beautiful words of love Pablo is always near

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The feeling where your insides are in slow motion You begin to feel your heart beat Only hearing what is repeating in your brain Making up fictional thoughts Focusing on what is not real The feeling that makes you go deaf Your concentration is on one thing only There is nothing in the moment that could help it Mesmerized by what is not real The feeling of being desolate Emptiness brings bitterness As sweet as this may be You lose your appetite for it Craving what is not real

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC

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The feeling where your insides are in slow motion You begin to feel your heart beat Only hearing what is repeating in your brain Making up fictional thoughts Focusing on what is not real The feeling that makes you go deaf Your concentration is on one thing only There is nothing in the moment that could help it Mesmerized by what is not real The feeling of being desolate Emptiness brings bitterness As sweet as this may be You lose your appetite for it Craving what is not real

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It's like I try to close my eyes But when they shut My head starts to pound I think about how attached I am To the things that don't really matter Beings that don't really be An outrageous amount of broken beauty Every little piece is there But I always find myself Gazing at what I think is real Thinking about its existence Wishing it was reachable

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC

Title

It's like I try to close my eyes But when they shut My head starts to pound I think about how attached I am To the things that don't really matter Beings that don't really be An outrageous amount of broken beauty Every little piece is there But I always find myself Gazing at what I think is real Thinking about its existence Wishing it was reachable

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We need more pens Why do we need more pens? Because with these pens We will write cool things We can write poems: Poem: Not Tangible Space can't be ****** with What is tangible Humans are tangible We can touch, We can take We don't need; we want We want because we are attached to the touchable beings Being is hard; letting things be is hard Being me means free Free me Please let me be I don't feel tangible.

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC

elbignaT toN

We need more pens Why do we need more pens? Because with these pens We will write cool things We can write poems: Poem: Not Tangible Space can't be ****** with What is tangible Humans are tangible We can touch, We can take We don't need; we want We want because we are attached to the touchable beings Being is hard; letting things be is hard Being me means free Free me Please let me be I don't feel tangible.

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Punched me in the guts I know that I can't tell you it You already know Saying what ever is on your mind Is saying what ever just whatever? I showed you the part Apart of me A part of me Part of me isn't going to be Because what ever I can be I will be But what is a matter? I do not. Punched me in the guts I tried to say it But you could not.

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Nov 5, 2016

Nov 5, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC

I do not

Punched me in the guts I know that I can't tell you it You already know Saying what ever is on your mind Is saying what ever just whatever? I showed you the part Apart of me A part of me Part of me isn't going to be Because what ever I can be I will be But what is a matter? I do not. Punched me in the guts I tried to say it But you could not.

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Swallowing dejection The throat is throbbing Fog is appearing And smoke is covering A reclusive setting With no more company An obstinate mind Eyes set on you Batty and insane The color turns blue Wasted feelings Drunk off tears Minimal breathing The end is near.

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Jul 31, 2016

Jul 31, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC

The end.

Swallowing dejection The throat is throbbing Fog is appearing And smoke is covering A reclusive setting With no more company An obstinate mind Eyes set on you Batty and insane The color turns blue Wasted feelings Drunk off tears Minimal breathing The end is near.

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I feel like I am suffocating There is a small hole A tunnel to my memory A place that is not empty Some place where my breath takes me A tunnel with no air at the end But things I remember Things I always will see Eyes shut with mouth I don't breathe here I just see Observe Recall Cry There is no more but black now Nothing but fear and paranoia Speechless and despondent I can't breathe;

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC

Choked

I feel like I am suffocating There is a small hole A tunnel to my memory A place that is not empty Some place where my breath takes me A tunnel with no air at the end But things I remember Things I always will see Eyes shut with mouth I don't breathe here I just see Observe Recall Cry There is no more but black now Nothing but fear and paranoia Speechless and despondent I can't breathe;

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You wake up and just start writing Anything that is on your inflated mind Your mind filled with thoughts, thoughts that Are good, bad, sad, happy, And you're just overwhelmed by its ability to hold such a capacity of all these emotions Emotions you cannot control because we don't understand the way it works Or even how we work We don't understand the way people work The way people see and do things No control over anything Sometimes we find ourselves doing something That we couldn't see ourselves doing And people tell us we're doing these things Because everyone else can see too But that's life right? You do things just to remember you're still alive or even existing Or just so other people can see you exist I can sit here and see if I am still here Stay here and see if I am still there.

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Dec 27, 2015

Dec 27, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC

Nov. 2, 2012

You wake up and just start writing Anything that is on your inflated mind Your mind filled with thoughts, thoughts that Are good, bad, sad, happy, And you're just overwhelmed by its ability to hold such a capacity of all these emotions Emotions you cannot control because we don't understand the way it works Or even how we work We don't understand the way people work The way people see and do things No control over anything Sometimes we find ourselves doing something That we couldn't see ourselves doing And people tell us we're doing these things Because everyone else can see too But that's life right? You do things just to remember you're still alive or even existing Or just so other people can see you exist I can sit here and see if I am still here Stay here and see if I am still there.

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It's hard to sleep It's easy to weep I can't count sheep This means to me To me, it's easy Easy to breath When something goes wrong I try to find the positives in me But your feelings are hurting And so are mine I'm finding it hard to define this line Why should I care about the matter that doesn't? It doesn't because you were there and I wasn't Have you ever been placed somewhere you do not want to be? Have you imagined what you would be doing if you were free? When I pass people I wonder if they see my face in their dreams Often, I confuse my dreams with reality and my reality with my dreams So nothing is real And now I can sleep.

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC

Thinking; therefore, sinking.

It's hard to sleep It's easy to weep I can't count sheep This means to me To me, it's easy Easy to breath When something goes wrong I try to find the positives in me But your feelings are hurting And so are mine I'm finding it hard to define this line Why should I care about the matter that doesn't? It doesn't because you were there and I wasn't Have you ever been placed somewhere you do not want to be? Have you imagined what you would be doing if you were free? When I pass people I wonder if they see my face in their dreams Often, I confuse my dreams with reality and my reality with my dreams So nothing is real And now I can sleep.

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