bleh6v - Hello Poetry

Memories revolving in my mind, Russian Roulette The world spinning but I stay stationary in thought , Good or not Nothing to distract as white noise and the ring of silence submerges me, Voices screaming a thousand things, Full of doubt and negativity Sentences exploding like wildfires Every word feeding oxygen into the flames, My conscience constantly filled with this chaos, Do I dive into the flames or finally take the shot? Hesitation with an ivory grip, Over analyzed contemplation Meets hesitation till finally the metal trigger slips and click. Take another spin?

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC

Late Night Thoughts

Memories revolving in my mind, Russian Roulette The world spinning but I stay stationary in thought , Good or not Nothing to distract as white noise and the ring of silence submerges me, Voices screaming a thousand things, Full of doubt and negativity Sentences exploding like wildfires Every word feeding oxygen into the flames, My conscience constantly filled with this chaos, Do I dive into the flames or finally take the shot? Hesitation with an ivory grip, Over analyzed contemplation Meets hesitation till finally the metal trigger slips and click. Take another spin?

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Words come in order they go Thrown through and around Soundless but few some get misconstrued, Hardly making sense. The silent thoughts are the best, Providing words that jest But all were said in my head, Still not making sense. We can continue this game Where I am the main pernicious pest Making mindless lines that just don't make sense- then again, maybe you enjoyed it?

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC

2:03am 8-22-16

Words come in order they go Thrown through and around Soundless but few some get misconstrued, Hardly making sense. The silent thoughts are the best, Providing words that jest But all were said in my head, Still not making sense. We can continue this game Where I am the main pernicious pest Making mindless lines that just don't make sense- then again, maybe you enjoyed it?

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On a beach, Wind howling, Waves receding, Tsunami. Eyes fly open, People were drowning, History is repeating, Tsunami.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC

Nightmare

On a beach, Wind howling, Waves receding, Tsunami. Eyes fly open, People were drowning, History is repeating, Tsunami.

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Let troubled waters surround me, Let hell be invited for tea, Let supper's suculant bliss counter the days unfortunate ends, Let night wrap me in its blanket of darkness and nightmares, Let hope shine through upon morning - Let us not forget to mourn.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC

Untitled

Let troubled waters surround me, Let hell be invited for tea, Let supper's suculant bliss counter the days unfortunate ends, Let night wrap me in its blanket of darkness and nightmares, Let hope shine through upon morning - Let us not forget to mourn.

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Take a needle to my heart, But not even this can thwart the pain, Ink sets in, Lapiz and green, Blood flows for beauty is a gruesome thing. Left over images, Bruised leathered skin, As a cold steel hardened heart.

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC

Tattoo

Take a needle to my heart, But not even this can thwart the pain, Ink sets in, Lapiz and green, Blood flows for beauty is a gruesome thing. Left over images, Bruised leathered skin, As a cold steel hardened heart.

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The greatest hell devised is the one inside my head, My imagination feeds off every dark depressing aspect of life, And projects them through silent nights and regrets, Soul shivering memories are played over and over untill I feel their pain, I find new faults and I feel responsible for their pain, For we all could have done some thing. Some how.

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC

Untitled

The greatest hell devised is the one inside my head, My imagination feeds off every dark depressing aspect of life, And projects them through silent nights and regrets, Soul shivering memories are played over and over untill I feel their pain, I find new faults and I feel responsible for their pain, For we all could have done some thing. Some how.

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It's getting harder to breath, as room to dream strinks. New ideas are more difficult to create as I age and my mind deteriates, the days of 16 killed the past self that I felt held the most potential. Now every time I close my eyes the only thing i can remember are those blue eyes. In my paintings, the only colors I see are blue, red ,and gray. Your death transformed Halloween and Christmas to be dreaded dates. Stuck living in the past, trying to remember the curve of you face, depth of your eyes, and the sound of your voice, I ignore the future, for in time the trials of life have been turning me into a bitter morbid soul. I miss you.

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC

For B.B. and M.S.

It's getting harder to breath, as room to dream strinks. New ideas are more difficult to create as I age and my mind deteriates, the days of 16 killed the past self that I felt held the most potential. Now every time I close my eyes the only thing i can remember are those blue eyes. In my paintings, the only colors I see are blue, red ,and gray. Your death transformed Halloween and Christmas to be dreaded dates. Stuck living in the past, trying to remember the curve of you face, depth of your eyes, and the sound of your voice, I ignore the future, for in time the trials of life have been turning me into a bitter morbid soul. I miss you.

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I'm searching but can not find my head As I lie in bed, Precal problems and Spanish packets, Work that needs to be done, I'm procrastinating untill my motivation comes.

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC

Procrastinating

I'm searching but can not find my head As I lie in bed, Precal problems and Spanish packets, Work that needs to be done, I'm procrastinating untill my motivation comes.

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I am a grape On the lowest branch of vine A sour green ball full of acids, As I age the vines I reside on They droop. Lowering me closer And closer to the ground I am not there yet. But as I grow more near and ripe I know what awaits Death. An animal shall surely come to eat Or maybe people, will I merely be consumed and be no more? Or will they ferment me in a barrel And I turn to wine?

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Sep 21, 2015

Sep 21, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC

AUSTERE

I am a grape On the lowest branch of vine A sour green ball full of acids, As I age the vines I reside on They droop. Lowering me closer And closer to the ground I am not there yet. But as I grow more near and ripe I know what awaits Death. An animal shall surely come to eat Or maybe people, will I merely be consumed and be no more? Or will they ferment me in a barrel And I turn to wine?

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Dearest brother of mine, As I look back in time I remember all the moments you've blown up I've been watching as your soul falls deeper into corruption, You are like a volcano little brother, and we are all just watching your peak smolder Everyone is observing as you grow older waiting for your next eruption. The final explosion is my worst nightmare You might do something without care, Your actions driven by hate and anger When it comes, your innocence will be in danger My little volcano, you see everyone as an enemy, just remember in the end you will always be loved by me.

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC

Little Volcano

Dearest brother of mine, As I look back in time I remember all the moments you've blown up I've been watching as your soul falls deeper into corruption, You are like a volcano little brother, and we are all just watching your peak smolder Everyone is observing as you grow older waiting for your next eruption. The final explosion is my worst nightmare You might do something without care, Your actions driven by hate and anger When it comes, your innocence will be in danger My little volcano, you see everyone as an enemy, just remember in the end you will always be loved by me.

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