brian-apollo - Hello Poetry

This is the first time I ever opened my eyes The floods flushed away all my cries. Lying comfy in this warm bed chamber. My life, so far, is tied to this loving member. Sometimes I hear singing, other times laughing When something pokes me, I come back kicking Some may not like it, but I truly do I feel secure and I get full attention too. My belly stays full. In my mind, not a care Just snug up here, curled in this lair. My arms are very weak, but getting stronger. My legs are very short, but getting longer. I am beginning to hear sounds, some I remember One voice in particular I hear over and over. Dang... What is this? I really can't decipher. Something big is grabbing me, turned me in my chamber. I'm too weak to fight and too weak to struggle Point blank, I'm losing ground in this massive tussle. I do not know what is really going on. My feet is feeling cold and is straight gone Out of my chamber. Next was my body and arms Leaving only my head. Then it turned me around in harm And without caution. I'm in sheik and utter terror As a humongous needle pierced the back of my member. Hot pain hit me hard, Aah! My neck! My whole body shivered. What the heck! This needle jammed through my neck to my head. Then the suction began. I cried and bled. Pain overwhelms me, making my gums rattle Wanting to beg for life, all I could do was babble. I'm shaking, this pain is unbearable All I want to do is to just scream in terror What did I do wrong? Was I bad? If so, I'm sorry. After the quick procedure, I was dead. End of story. The doctor tossed my deceased body in a garbage can. While my 17 year old mom was chewing gum and she laughed. ... I was her third

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC

Half Birthed

This is the first time I ever opened my eyes The floods flushed away all my cries. Lying comfy in this warm bed chamber. My life, so far, is tied to this loving member. Sometimes I hear singing, other times laughing When something pokes me, I come back kicking Some may not like it, but I truly do I feel secure and I get full attention too. My belly stays full. In my mind, not a care Just snug up here, curled in this lair. My arms are very weak, but getting stronger. My legs are very short, but getting longer. I am beginning to hear sounds, some I remember One voice in particular I hear over and over. Dang... What is this? I really can't decipher. Something big is grabbing me, turned me in my chamber. I'm too weak to fight and too weak to struggle Point blank, I'm losing ground in this massive tussle. I do not know what is really going on. My feet is feeling cold and is straight gone Out of my chamber. Next was my body and arms Leaving only my head. Then it turned me around in harm And without caution. I'm in sheik and utter terror As a humongous needle pierced the back of my member. Hot pain hit me hard, Aah! My neck! My whole body shivered. What the heck! This needle jammed through my neck to my head. Then the suction began. I cried and bled. Pain overwhelms me, making my gums rattle Wanting to beg for life, all I could do was babble. I'm shaking, this pain is unbearable All I want to do is to just scream in terror What did I do wrong? Was I bad? If so, I'm sorry. After the quick procedure, I was dead. End of story. The doctor tossed my deceased body in a garbage can. While my 17 year old mom was chewing gum and she laughed. ... I was her third

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It's human nature to emulate surroundings And it's hard to separate yourself From those around you Emotions are contagious And like minds act alike Stand in a group of happy people, And you'll find yourself smiling. Stand in a group of excited people, And find yourself inspired. Stand in a group of kind people, And you'll become more empathetic. Stand in a group of hungry people, And you'll find something to eat. Stand in a group of depressed people, And find yourself in sorrow. Stand in a group of angry people, And feel your adrenaline rise. Most likely you'll remain in the group That reflects you the most So regardless of what you think If others act in one particular way Then guess what, you have become 'them' So if you attract manipulators, Maybe it’s because you lie a lot. So if you attract unfaithful people, Maybe it’s because you're a quitter. So if you attract abusers, Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain. So if you attract indecisive people, Maybe it’s because you're a follower. So if you attract those that steal, Maybe it’s because you turn the other way. So if you attract those of low standards, Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation. Most likely you'll remain in the group That reflects you the most So regardless of what you think If others act in one particular way Then guess what, you have become 'them'

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC

Birds of a Feather

It's human nature to emulate surroundings And it's hard to separate yourself From those around you Emotions are contagious And like minds act alike Stand in a group of happy people, And you'll find yourself smiling. Stand in a group of excited people, And find yourself inspired. Stand in a group of kind people, And you'll become more empathetic. Stand in a group of hungry people, And you'll find something to eat. Stand in a group of depressed people, And find yourself in sorrow. Stand in a group of angry people, And feel your adrenaline rise. Most likely you'll remain in the group That reflects you the most So regardless of what you think If others act in one particular way Then guess what, you have become 'them' So if you attract manipulators, Maybe it’s because you lie a lot. So if you attract unfaithful people, Maybe it’s because you're a quitter. So if you attract abusers, Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain. So if you attract indecisive people, Maybe it’s because you're a follower. So if you attract those that steal, Maybe it’s because you turn the other way. So if you attract those of low standards, Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation. Most likely you'll remain in the group That reflects you the most So regardless of what you think If others act in one particular way Then guess what, you have become 'them'

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She is tired of fighting, sick and tired of changes Weary of the battles, the struggles and the challenges She left so much, just to possess so little Limping from holding on at every single angle Faith came from the fight, now it is night And she is exhausted, despite having a dim light Holding on to her little faith for so very long Clutching it tight, even singing it a song Her faith cries out, her little faith screams out Still young but giving everything out in a shout But she is without concerned. Her pain is stronger Holding on to her faith seems to make the pain linger ...So, she rocks her faith to sleep She wants the pain to be numbed with aspirin Knowing that there's no cure, but a brief separation Like a bad toothache, she desires Novocain Anything to relieve her from life's constant pain. She now became apathetic. Her fire flickered out. Unfulfilled promises and failed expectations about How things will be better, how good life will be But instead she is faced with constant trials and misery. Wanting something so bad, but cannot get it. Desiring a change, but it fails to manifest. So the best thing to do when your heart is sore From not getting what you want is not to want it anymore ...So, she rocks her faith to sleep Suppressed her desires into the bed of her unconscious Covering sheets of darkness over something so precious. Her faith: covered in darkness, now out of sight. Then she turned off all hope when she turned off the light. Allowing her fears to surround her precious faith That is under the sheet of darkness that resembles lace Because she lived a life of promises, chasing a dream But it was so troublesome that she wanted to scream. Now walking in utter darkness, no hope or ambitions Just one with her carnal desires and temptations. Her faith, teary eyed and whimpering, at last closed its eye And she closed the door of her heart, leaving it inside And in there is where her faith still slumber While she lives without a dream, failing to persevere. Thought that life would be better, but instead Is living a life similar to being brain dead ...Since, she rocked her faith to sleep

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC

Rocking Your Faith To Sleep

She is tired of fighting, sick and tired of changes Weary of the battles, the struggles and the challenges She left so much, just to possess so little Limping from holding on at every single angle Faith came from the fight, now it is night And she is exhausted, despite having a dim light Holding on to her little faith for so very long Clutching it tight, even singing it a song Her faith cries out, her little faith screams out Still young but giving everything out in a shout But she is without concerned. Her pain is stronger Holding on to her faith seems to make the pain linger ...So, she rocks her faith to sleep She wants the pain to be numbed with aspirin Knowing that there's no cure, but a brief separation Like a bad toothache, she desires Novocain Anything to relieve her from life's constant pain. She now became apathetic. Her fire flickered out. Unfulfilled promises and failed expectations about How things will be better, how good life will be But instead she is faced with constant trials and misery. Wanting something so bad, but cannot get it. Desiring a change, but it fails to manifest. So the best thing to do when your heart is sore From not getting what you want is not to want it anymore ...So, she rocks her faith to sleep Suppressed her desires into the bed of her unconscious Covering sheets of darkness over something so precious. Her faith: covered in darkness, now out of sight. Then she turned off all hope when she turned off the light. Allowing her fears to surround her precious faith That is under the sheet of darkness that resembles lace Because she lived a life of promises, chasing a dream But it was so troublesome that she wanted to scream. Now walking in utter darkness, no hope or ambitions Just one with her carnal desires and temptations. Her faith, teary eyed and whimpering, at last closed its eye And she closed the door of her heart, leaving it inside And in there is where her faith still slumber While she lives without a dream, failing to persevere. Thought that life would be better, but instead Is living a life similar to being brain dead ...Since, she rocked her faith to sleep

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I was just walking around and spotted a golden ladder. People walking past it, a swarm of people are under it Yelling up at people, cheering loud when anyone falls down Some fall and are slightly bruised, some aren't so lucky Some charge right back up while others walk away sobbing. As I walked closer, this ladder seems wider at the bottom And narrows the higher it gets towards the top. Using binoculars, I saw people climbing up and down it. I even see some climbers kicking others down As they climb and take their place like a rat race. Racing up fast to get a bite of the cheese. Some are taking their time, others are dashing. The crowd underneath are cheering for those to fall I walked closer, a few people looked scared Desiring to be successful, but fearful to fall So they never try, they become one with the crowd The scornful, the haters, and the ones whom fallen. So I touched the bar, instantly the boos began Telling me that I am worthless, I will never succeed. I touched the next bar, feeling hands on my feet Feeling jealousy and envy by others under me. I've just started this journey, I climbed higher Trying to grab the arms of those that are falling. The top of the ladder is so high that I can't see it But I know that it's there, there has to be a ceiling. And what's beyond the ceiling, who really knows? I hear rumors of prestige, riches, luxury, Honor, power, but is it really a myth? As I climb, the crowd throws rocks at the climbers Helping them to lose their grips and fall off. The more I climb, the more callous is on my palms My arms growing sorer, feet sweaty, Head dizzy, fears increasing, scared to fall Second guessing the desire to climb this ladder But at the end, is it really worth it? Climbing up the ladder of success.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC

Ladder of Success

I was just walking around and spotted a golden ladder. People walking past it, a swarm of people are under it Yelling up at people, cheering loud when anyone falls down Some fall and are slightly bruised, some aren't so lucky Some charge right back up while others walk away sobbing. As I walked closer, this ladder seems wider at the bottom And narrows the higher it gets towards the top. Using binoculars, I saw people climbing up and down it. I even see some climbers kicking others down As they climb and take their place like a rat race. Racing up fast to get a bite of the cheese. Some are taking their time, others are dashing. The crowd underneath are cheering for those to fall I walked closer, a few people looked scared Desiring to be successful, but fearful to fall So they never try, they become one with the crowd The scornful, the haters, and the ones whom fallen. So I touched the bar, instantly the boos began Telling me that I am worthless, I will never succeed. I touched the next bar, feeling hands on my feet Feeling jealousy and envy by others under me. I've just started this journey, I climbed higher Trying to grab the arms of those that are falling. The top of the ladder is so high that I can't see it But I know that it's there, there has to be a ceiling. And what's beyond the ceiling, who really knows? I hear rumors of prestige, riches, luxury, Honor, power, but is it really a myth? As I climb, the crowd throws rocks at the climbers Helping them to lose their grips and fall off. The more I climb, the more callous is on my palms My arms growing sorer, feet sweaty, Head dizzy, fears increasing, scared to fall Second guessing the desire to climb this ladder But at the end, is it really worth it? Climbing up the ladder of success.

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A lot of people are searching for love Looking for a mate to compliment themselves Feeling unfulfilled, incomplete, the worst half Looking for that other half to feel complete But some of those people searching for love Don't love themselves half as much Looking for someone to love them Because it’s hard to love the one in the mirror The world tells you that you’re not OK You're too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, Too black, too white, too flashy, too plain, Teaching that an hourglass figure is the goal And a muscular frame is the key of happiness If you don't love you, nobody else can Because people love confident people People that's confident in themselves The key for confidence is in loving self Once you love yourself, you go for the best Not for last place, but first place Many must learn to love self Or at least force yourself in that love Learn yourself, trust yourself, and believe in you Motivate yourself and no one can stop you So smile, you deserve it and much more Spoil yourself one a while and enjoy Put that chest out, stand tall and walk You're excellence, magnificence, elegance But first love you, trust and be pleased So love that person in the mirror And watch a new you bloom!

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC

U Love U

A lot of people are searching for love Looking for a mate to compliment themselves Feeling unfulfilled, incomplete, the worst half Looking for that other half to feel complete But some of those people searching for love Don't love themselves half as much Looking for someone to love them Because it’s hard to love the one in the mirror The world tells you that you’re not OK You're too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, Too black, too white, too flashy, too plain, Teaching that an hourglass figure is the goal And a muscular frame is the key of happiness If you don't love you, nobody else can Because people love confident people People that's confident in themselves The key for confidence is in loving self Once you love yourself, you go for the best Not for last place, but first place Many must learn to love self Or at least force yourself in that love Learn yourself, trust yourself, and believe in you Motivate yourself and no one can stop you So smile, you deserve it and much more Spoil yourself one a while and enjoy Put that chest out, stand tall and walk You're excellence, magnificence, elegance But first love you, trust and be pleased So love that person in the mirror And watch a new you bloom!

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