changu-baeletse - Hello Poetry

with yellow in your smile green in your toe nails brown in your hair and pink in your heart You splashed red , orange and purple with a white paint bucket on my black heart surrounded by a blue aura .

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC

Rainbow

with yellow in your smile green in your toe nails brown in your hair and pink in your heart You splashed red , orange and purple with a white paint bucket on my black heart surrounded by a blue aura .

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a kiss .... in the rain by a sunset between covers withing a drunken haze is fixated on my imagination . For experience i aint got none a stare be it coy outrageously flirty borderline lets sleep together is lost in my imagination. For confidence i aint got none Touch soft caresses hasty grabs playful smacks are attemptedly felt in my imagination . For a partner i aint got one Conversations at 3 ams over a stupid fight lame attempt at flirting are actually one sided witty in my head and don't reveal any details for trust i aint got none

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC

Aint got none

a kiss .... in the rain by a sunset between covers withing a drunken haze is fixated on my imagination . For experience i aint got none a stare be it coy outrageously flirty borderline lets sleep together is lost in my imagination. For confidence i aint got none Touch soft caresses hasty grabs playful smacks are attemptedly felt in my imagination . For a partner i aint got one Conversations at 3 ams over a stupid fight lame attempt at flirting are actually one sided witty in my head and don't reveal any details for trust i aint got none

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Mood has completely changed . Forever is a lie Emotions telling my brain I'm deranged Why did my mother have to die ? Why through means that filled her ribs with pain ? Can someone please give me an answer . This issue is bothering my brain Of why she died from cancer .

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC

Mom ....why ?

Mood has completely changed . Forever is a lie Emotions telling my brain I'm deranged Why did my mother have to die ? Why through means that filled her ribs with pain ? Can someone please give me an answer . This issue is bothering my brain Of why she died from cancer .

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Consumed with bitterness Fading into the darkness Tearing up decency Creeping towards immorality Feminist turned ********* Manipulation creating exhibitionists Religion lost in the lust Lying destroying the trust Men in suits with ****** hands Thirsty woman giving rash demands Young kids immune to commands Teens doing anything to gain fans They salvage in the danger The boys seem stranger The kids exasperating over meds The couples are in over their heads The shy turn to the cocky Experimentation over observation The right thinking turning foggy The topic of *** raises anticipation Thunderous beats invading our ears Drinking to avoid the fears Infatuation creating obsessions Abandoning books for sessions Squeezing into tiny clothes Morphing into hoes The money is on the mind *** driven youth is our kind Emancipation polluting our earth Nothing is significant about birth Young girls with swollen bellies Dating guys older than their daddies Enigma in my mind I'm losing it God give me a sign Enigma in my mind I'm losing it God give me a sign......

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC

Enigma of the jaded mind

Consumed with bitterness Fading into the darkness Tearing up decency Creeping towards immorality Feminist turned ********* Manipulation creating exhibitionists Religion lost in the lust Lying destroying the trust Men in suits with ****** hands Thirsty woman giving rash demands Young kids immune to commands Teens doing anything to gain fans They salvage in the danger The boys seem stranger The kids exasperating over meds The couples are in over their heads The shy turn to the cocky Experimentation over observation The right thinking turning foggy The topic of *** raises anticipation Thunderous beats invading our ears Drinking to avoid the fears Infatuation creating obsessions Abandoning books for sessions Squeezing into tiny clothes Morphing into hoes The money is on the mind *** driven youth is our kind Emancipation polluting our earth Nothing is significant about birth Young girls with swollen bellies Dating guys older than their daddies Enigma in my mind I'm losing it God give me a sign Enigma in my mind I'm losing it God give me a sign......

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I align myself with the notion I have it figured out . But surreptitiously imagine traveling to the ends of the earth, until my mind is plastered with its beauty . "But that's not a job " they say , "you can do that when you have money ." It all comes down to the money , pieces of refined wood and words . I have to get this morphised tree things to actually see those trees . For how long ........ 4 years maybe 5 ......... 15 ? It displeases me, that maybe living through my worst fears could lead me to those trees . Being confined into a little room and typing away on a ancient computer . The smell of expired coffee and over polished leather shoes settling on my nose . "But what if I want to be creative then ?" "Surely you can't mean being an artist " they scold "No.....maybe architecture or graphics design ." They nod , "yes those seem to get you the money then ." But architecture means making buildings. I can't , that would require me to reprogram my hand to stop the doodles of swirly lines and unfinished thoughts . And to draw lines of accurate straightness and concrete ideas . Maybe I just don't want to grow up . Yet I'm told I seem mature , held together .( the irony ) But that's because the system wants someone docile . I just don't want to be observed, so I squish myself into normal. Just to be grey in the sea of discolored faces . I don't want to be picked out and ridiculed for my indecisiveness . But that will change when I have passed their tests . To move out of their schools . Get the piercings I wanted and feel alive when I plunge into death contained situations But I'm not sure though . I think about the future . Repeating thoughts to people of what I want to do . And each time I become less and less sure . And more and more certain I will be made grayer , more uncertain . Then be the fraternal twin of black , white and have a bright light, coaxing me into the future .

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC

Unsure

I align myself with the notion I have it figured out . But surreptitiously imagine traveling to the ends of the earth, until my mind is plastered with its beauty . "But that's not a job " they say , "you can do that when you have money ." It all comes down to the money , pieces of refined wood and words . I have to get this morphised tree things to actually see those trees . For how long ........ 4 years maybe 5 ......... 15 ? It displeases me, that maybe living through my worst fears could lead me to those trees . Being confined into a little room and typing away on a ancient computer . The smell of expired coffee and over polished leather shoes settling on my nose . "But what if I want to be creative then ?" "Surely you can't mean being an artist " they scold "No.....maybe architecture or graphics design ." They nod , "yes those seem to get you the money then ." But architecture means making buildings. I can't , that would require me to reprogram my hand to stop the doodles of swirly lines and unfinished thoughts . And to draw lines of accurate straightness and concrete ideas . Maybe I just don't want to grow up . Yet I'm told I seem mature , held together .( the irony ) But that's because the system wants someone docile . I just don't want to be observed, so I squish myself into normal. Just to be grey in the sea of discolored faces . I don't want to be picked out and ridiculed for my indecisiveness . But that will change when I have passed their tests . To move out of their schools . Get the piercings I wanted and feel alive when I plunge into death contained situations But I'm not sure though . I think about the future . Repeating thoughts to people of what I want to do . And each time I become less and less sure . And more and more certain I will be made grayer , more uncertain . Then be the fraternal twin of black , white and have a bright light, coaxing me into the future .

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