ayetrayn - Hello Poetry

born underwater a ****** to the birth of creation complacent verses bathing in lakes wasted her patience ocean poems emotive prose the notions grow breast strokes sowed in silly string civilized sovereignty divinity’s reliance divided by Earth’s dire needs fires breathe regardless of the rain she breeds seeds beneath the sand hold no reason to lie in wake so we speak in foreign tongues with dominance a mistake to take her language for another world visions died with imminence and grandiosity a coliseum’s misconstruction catalyzed combustion’s coldest counterculture living within the wind sinning stings it’s singularity glaring stares impaired all sages of their clarity careful conscious turned rotten swimming in the toxins glossy water robs apostles of oxygen filtered riddles fiddled this conviction’s symmetry & now the god’s live in ignorance and misery crimson skies abysmal cries they’re looking at the ground astounded to the loud doubts that overpower clouds powdered optometry devoured flowers of their solitude another rotten petal for every sentiment left misunderstood confused prisoners gifted with the write to think proles sentenced to wonder why the caged bird sings a paradox of broken thoughts to question it’s intentions matter undermined the undefined enlightenment spirals in the light comprise a present tense evanescent destination sensei keep I humble so many stripes up in my wavelengths widowed endorphins scrape the pain away balanced chemically an efficacy of electricity many marvel but the master’s prophecy is destiny

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Dec 1, 2013

Dec 1, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC

white skies

born underwater a ****** to the birth of creation complacent verses bathing in lakes wasted her patience ocean poems emotive prose the notions grow breast strokes sowed in silly string civilized sovereignty divinity’s reliance divided by Earth’s dire needs fires breathe regardless of the rain she breeds seeds beneath the sand hold no reason to lie in wake so we speak in foreign tongues with dominance a mistake to take her language for another world visions died with imminence and grandiosity a coliseum’s misconstruction catalyzed combustion’s coldest counterculture living within the wind sinning stings it’s singularity glaring stares impaired all sages of their clarity careful conscious turned rotten swimming in the toxins glossy water robs apostles of oxygen filtered riddles fiddled this conviction’s symmetry & now the god’s live in ignorance and misery crimson skies abysmal cries they’re looking at the ground astounded to the loud doubts that overpower clouds powdered optometry devoured flowers of their solitude another rotten petal for every sentiment left misunderstood confused prisoners gifted with the write to think proles sentenced to wonder why the caged bird sings a paradox of broken thoughts to question it’s intentions matter undermined the undefined enlightenment spirals in the light comprise a present tense evanescent destination sensei keep I humble so many stripes up in my wavelengths widowed endorphins scrape the pain away balanced chemically an efficacy of electricity many marvel but the master’s prophecy is destiny

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dream louder the clouds mirror aims closer to perfection professionally tested to send you a different angle strangers retract the rain, makes the sane feint I’m on a bus to Vegas with 85 dollars to my name I just bought a notebook and a pack of pens ask me what I care about, stare into the eye of god ask me about my whereabouts, I would say know where to be found, resounded purity infectious lessons tested limits of the heavens sentenced ever so delicate to shower with the stars to plan without execution is merely dreaming ditch your schematics, aspirations make it right thriving for a glass ladder to make it one more night my stepping stones were always granite when I canceled plans to dance in solace and all it showed me was my ruthlessness this mess was your pain as well I stained your fairy tale where heroes died victim rebels lied in wake passively attentive to the fact that fate was fake it’s no mistake when we’re all born stars

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Nov 8, 2013

Nov 8, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC

cloud's catharsis

dream louder the clouds mirror aims closer to perfection professionally tested to send you a different angle strangers retract the rain, makes the sane feint I’m on a bus to Vegas with 85 dollars to my name I just bought a notebook and a pack of pens ask me what I care about, stare into the eye of god ask me about my whereabouts, I would say know where to be found, resounded purity infectious lessons tested limits of the heavens sentenced ever so delicate to shower with the stars to plan without execution is merely dreaming ditch your schematics, aspirations make it right thriving for a glass ladder to make it one more night my stepping stones were always granite when I canceled plans to dance in solace and all it showed me was my ruthlessness this mess was your pain as well I stained your fairy tale where heroes died victim rebels lied in wake passively attentive to the fact that fate was fake it’s no mistake when we’re all born stars

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a toast to the gods of self preservation twenty one with plenty coming allowing to pound sounds within the crown aroused voided a founders of it’s bruises spells hold the fold, I’m coasting with the best resting in the east so I sleep with blinds low the comfort zone is far from solitude my molecules have aptitude to channel Jupiter seatbelts are useless wastes of matter, excuse me just a minute so you can miss me with that individuality your calloused grip on reality impairs the singularity old school, gold noose, silver lined diamonds Jesus pieces reaped the seeds that teach your blind lids came back with scabbed knuckled and heart scars hustled the portal of pretension ever so ethereally inner synthesis purged the day the plague hit on the courts or the graves, you name the slaves the game slayed the day the chains changed hands

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Nov 8, 2013

Nov 8, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC

solace

a toast to the gods of self preservation twenty one with plenty coming allowing to pound sounds within the crown aroused voided a founders of it’s bruises spells hold the fold, I’m coasting with the best resting in the east so I sleep with blinds low the comfort zone is far from solitude my molecules have aptitude to channel Jupiter seatbelts are useless wastes of matter, excuse me just a minute so you can miss me with that individuality your calloused grip on reality impairs the singularity old school, gold noose, silver lined diamonds Jesus pieces reaped the seeds that teach your blind lids came back with scabbed knuckled and heart scars hustled the portal of pretension ever so ethereally inner synthesis purged the day the plague hit on the courts or the graves, you name the slaves the game slayed the day the chains changed hands

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only the good die rough homies in the hood have tough ties wrists cuffed in gold lacking its prismatic appeal fashion how to ride the wave without an ocean slaves to the potion addicted to it’s drips fill my veins with conspirators I have lies inside of me but I will die an angel cause when the reigns change hands the beast dies first never cursed to the verses of your past lives there is no drug more pure than clarity when right and wrong was a double entendre communicated a dissonance to duality sly peasants moan to support their guilty habits an empty chalice grasped by calloused hands cancer ridden epiphanies that maybe this really isn’t your fault the vault has been empty for too long don’t take advice from any more fortune cookies

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Nov 8, 2013

Nov 8, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC

foreign futures

only the good die rough homies in the hood have tough ties wrists cuffed in gold lacking its prismatic appeal fashion how to ride the wave without an ocean slaves to the potion addicted to it’s drips fill my veins with conspirators I have lies inside of me but I will die an angel cause when the reigns change hands the beast dies first never cursed to the verses of your past lives there is no drug more pure than clarity when right and wrong was a double entendre communicated a dissonance to duality sly peasants moan to support their guilty habits an empty chalice grasped by calloused hands cancer ridden epiphanies that maybe this really isn’t your fault the vault has been empty for too long don’t take advice from any more fortune cookies

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