axxsh23 - Hello Poetry

interlocking Complex(cities) a fortunate mixed complexion comprising of liberating schemes. the unnatural routine followed by beings with hindered genes i see them upload themselves in a virtual scene. i look up to them, twice binocular vision remix the visuals with binaural beats to keep me levitating before breaking into a fragmented piece. they’ve preached their nuisance to me i’ve definitely caught an anomaly i’ve heard them fabricating speech into something humble and noble i’ll wait till it’s my turn to be insidious i’ll spit radiation like Chernobyl to obliterate the ever growing regime. molecular regain they speak up to my senses to attain the consent of the eternal and beyond with an upright movement momentum i gain from forthcoming sonder while wandering down to the streets you’re listening to city dreams lean back, chime in with psychedelic scenes peripheral context sidetracked to prevent hindrance from the beings that are of obscene nature i’ve seen a lot of those nurturing themselves by ******* onto the future still stuck up on the yet coming past trying to get grips on the titular concept there’s authority with the ones who kept it flowing rugged strength no guffawing headed straight to the delirious ends of the rope always falling but never out of hope the stream that quenches the guilt of those showing up with guns just to pinch a loaf exterior combats come back to the present im here to steal the philosopher’s stone getting ****** just to soar above the stratosphere i went straight out of the blue sphere where i got to see the blues that fill up the majority of the crust ****** back to my grounds the velocity burned my rust thats a leap higher than the nukes you trust get to my location ask the Everest where im at it’ll point up to me and i’ll wave back but there’s a truth thats yet to be told i held the meeting of gods that weren’t sold nobody showed up neither the young nor the old except avowed fakes that claim to be woke

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Sep 1, 2020

Sep 1, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC

axxsh23

Interlocking Complexities

interlocking Complex(cities) a fortunate mixed complexion comprising of liberating schemes. the unnatural routine followed by beings with hindered genes i see them upload themselves in a virtual scene. i look up to them, twice binocular vision remix the visuals with binaural beats to keep me levitating before breaking into a fragmented piece. they’ve preached their nuisance to me i’ve definitely caught an anomaly i’ve heard them fabricating speech into something humble and noble i’ll wait till it’s my turn to be insidious i’ll spit radiation like Chernobyl to obliterate the ever growing regime. molecular regain they speak up to my senses to attain the consent of the eternal and beyond with an upright movement momentum i gain from forthcoming sonder while wandering down to the streets you’re listening to city dreams lean back, chime in with psychedelic scenes peripheral context sidetracked to prevent hindrance from the beings that are of obscene nature i’ve seen a lot of those nurturing themselves by ******* onto the future still stuck up on the yet coming past trying to get grips on the titular concept there’s authority with the ones who kept it flowing rugged strength no guffawing headed straight to the delirious ends of the rope always falling but never out of hope the stream that quenches the guilt of those showing up with guns just to pinch a loaf exterior combats come back to the present im here to steal the philosopher’s stone getting ****** just to soar above the stratosphere i went straight out of the blue sphere where i got to see the blues that fill up the majority of the crust ****** back to my grounds the velocity burned my rust thats a leap higher than the nukes you trust get to my location ask the Everest where im at it’ll point up to me and i’ll wave back but there’s a truth thats yet to be told i held the meeting of gods that weren’t sold nobody showed up neither the young nor the old except avowed fakes that claim to be woke

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galactic eruption interrupts a stroll down the memory lane linear meta brain meticulously performing the act of self restraint selfless worships now, lesser in terms of quantitative hints the never ending path that circumvents the colourless conscience it contravenes the limitless scenes of a liberating regime trust plummets into the hands of perceptive fiends taken in taken instead of countless numbered pills a train of exaggerated kin tracks back to those with highly assumed authorities amidst the group of avid anti-socials vividly varied in opinions from a sword to a pin essentially assembled to speak against the ancient ones a neoteric synchronization scaling screaming lexemes the scathed silk screeches soaked in acid flamed till the ashes can be smelled but never seen seemingly insignificant statements covert and pristine

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC

axxsh23

Rant

galactic eruption interrupts a stroll down the memory lane linear meta brain meticulously performing the act of self restraint selfless worships now, lesser in terms of quantitative hints the never ending path that circumvents the colourless conscience it contravenes the limitless scenes of a liberating regime trust plummets into the hands of perceptive fiends taken in taken instead of countless numbered pills a train of exaggerated kin tracks back to those with highly assumed authorities amidst the group of avid anti-socials vividly varied in opinions from a sword to a pin essentially assembled to speak against the ancient ones a neoteric synchronization scaling screaming lexemes the scathed silk screeches soaked in acid flamed till the ashes can be smelled but never seen seemingly insignificant statements covert and pristine

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nowhere left to go to roam around like my fingers on a velvet paper field. I feel distant interruption intervene the altruistic crime scene i prefer the roughness of noise the stealthy supremacy of grain over the oblivion the obvious reason being the auditory disfunction a function that's always heard of but never seen. I dive into the nuages the new ages of the persistent sycophants seeking the attention of the OH-ALL-MIGHTY that might roar up quite the anxiety into a gullible mind. yes, my ink's red ( i used a red pen) i write from within with the slightest of hints of a proto universe i've heard of the celestial beings disappearing into the scenes keep up the culture of giving in nurtutring the neurons of those who've locked themselves in i mean i can't speak but that's enough enough to get it into your distance consistent approach are you listening? flickering about in vast intervals turbulence, i soar through tore stooping down the fabricated fabric of verisimilitude similarly acknowledged but promised to be kept seperate but equal, continuous levelling down of the sequel lower in position, my questions are up to you solipsistic depression i endure the pain the finest sight of stoicism no withering no complaints a plain variation in the virtual weather the direct pressure forced upon the grounds to hold upto the astounding mess. **

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC

axxsh23

I-N-T-E-R-C-E-P-T

nowhere left to go to roam around like my fingers on a velvet paper field. I feel distant interruption intervene the altruistic crime scene i prefer the roughness of noise the stealthy supremacy of grain over the oblivion the obvious reason being the auditory disfunction a function that's always heard of but never seen. I dive into the nuages the new ages of the persistent sycophants seeking the attention of the OH-ALL-MIGHTY that might roar up quite the anxiety into a gullible mind. yes, my ink's red ( i used a red pen) i write from within with the slightest of hints of a proto universe i've heard of the celestial beings disappearing into the scenes keep up the culture of giving in nurtutring the neurons of those who've locked themselves in i mean i can't speak but that's enough enough to get it into your distance consistent approach are you listening? flickering about in vast intervals turbulence, i soar through tore stooping down the fabricated fabric of verisimilitude similarly acknowledged but promised to be kept seperate but equal, continuous levelling down of the sequel lower in position, my questions are up to you solipsistic depression i endure the pain the finest sight of stoicism no withering no complaints a plain variation in the virtual weather the direct pressure forced upon the grounds to hold upto the astounding mess. **

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like bricks in a wall we fall under the category of Filling the columns. \*like a cry from a mortal who writes letters to get his words in place so i send 'em through a time portal as he lives in a different age, making my piece immortal. resuscitating minds in their conclusive days*/ the way to my sanctorum filling the void, in place by the devastation caused by your ammunition. a threat to the decorum(of the living world) //all the universe's spheres combined still wouldn't fit the diametre of the iris in my eyes\\ when i see through you see THROUGH your mask you put on to remove the pollution purifies the skin and leaves you with white and glowing insecurities and commotion. people flew with the notion selling their psych in portions if i would've bought it then they would've called it profit in oceans. Every year you grew more insensitive and called it promotion. ------------------------------------ through the strands of your hair i see a clock with each of its hands facing the opposite of one another as dynamic as the hues of your face but in the center.. have the same colour a ***** of your nail in my back causes the epiphany to rupture, so either im too much into hating you or half past the other.

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC

axxsh23

HaLf pAsT tHe oThEr

like bricks in a wall we fall under the category of Filling the columns. \*like a cry from a mortal who writes letters to get his words in place so i send 'em through a time portal as he lives in a different age, making my piece immortal. resuscitating minds in their conclusive days*/ the way to my sanctorum filling the void, in place by the devastation caused by your ammunition. a threat to the decorum(of the living world) //all the universe's spheres combined still wouldn't fit the diametre of the iris in my eyes\\ when i see through you see THROUGH your mask you put on to remove the pollution purifies the skin and leaves you with white and glowing insecurities and commotion. people flew with the notion selling their psych in portions if i would've bought it then they would've called it profit in oceans. Every year you grew more insensitive and called it promotion. ------------------------------------ through the strands of your hair i see a clock with each of its hands facing the opposite of one another as dynamic as the hues of your face but in the center.. have the same colour a ***** of your nail in my back causes the epiphany to rupture, so either im too much into hating you or half past the other.

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