cookieman-10 - Hello Poetry

A deep thought? Or a rhetorical analogy? I raise my hand to answer Realizing that no answer is supposed to come out of me Cookies and milk A childhood memory World War II A part of history Ice Cream and Bagels A random combination The submarine A scientific invention A grumbling stomach It seems im hungry I turn to ask for food Realizing my parents are still yelling at me What a daydream.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC

Daydream

A deep thought? Or a rhetorical analogy? I raise my hand to answer Realizing that no answer is supposed to come out of me Cookies and milk A childhood memory World War II A part of history Ice Cream and Bagels A random combination The submarine A scientific invention A grumbling stomach It seems im hungry I turn to ask for food Realizing my parents are still yelling at me What a daydream.

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I think I've seen beauty, hoping that it's not a facade for trickery Trying to attract what comes near from shocks of admiration, electricity But that seems unlikely, for a beauty as that one to conspire such a conspiracy For eyes give true character, as that is of truth and loyalty As without speech, sometimes knowledge is hard to be known But actions speak louder than words, the vagueness of the first statement clearly shown That a glimpse of an eye, can see but to a mere moment But the study of an action, can see the truth bestowed in it

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC

True Identity

I think I've seen beauty, hoping that it's not a facade for trickery Trying to attract what comes near from shocks of admiration, electricity But that seems unlikely, for a beauty as that one to conspire such a conspiracy For eyes give true character, as that is of truth and loyalty As without speech, sometimes knowledge is hard to be known But actions speak louder than words, the vagueness of the first statement clearly shown That a glimpse of an eye, can see but to a mere moment But the study of an action, can see the truth bestowed in it

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What is the definition of a "man"?

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC

Question

What is the definition of a "man"?

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As steps makes development, the idleness of ones feet brings nothing

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC

No Profit

As steps makes development, the idleness of ones feet brings nothing

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I once thought achieving complete peace was an impossible task Like it was something uncommon, unknown, like finding some sort of silencing mask To compress the sound of impossibility Stoping the fears of the uncommon. The birth of new responsibility. Watching it sprout as it spreads its vibrant wings Stretching hither and forth, bringing about new beginnings Not moving slow, or to supposed introverted thoughts But to the vigor of mind, watching the corpse of fear rot

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC

Courage

I once thought achieving complete peace was an impossible task Like it was something uncommon, unknown, like finding some sort of silencing mask To compress the sound of impossibility Stoping the fears of the uncommon. The birth of new responsibility. Watching it sprout as it spreads its vibrant wings Stretching hither and forth, bringing about new beginnings Not moving slow, or to supposed introverted thoughts But to the vigor of mind, watching the corpse of fear rot

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An easy pattern almost seeming consecutive You see it again and again as the original was relative To what had occurred before the first choice was made As looking back seems to have become a downgrade So you pick up speed hoping not to get left behind Seconds that should take hours as your time travel unwinds Running and gasping for air as you began struggling to respirate Unaware of the true speed you were going, moving at a high rate Now wanting to stop, seeing your path's end up ahead Sweating with regret from the path you chose to be lead Begging for help, now that you are in desperate need Now knowing that you can't grow a plant first before you sow your seed

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC

Baby Steps

An easy pattern almost seeming consecutive You see it again and again as the original was relative To what had occurred before the first choice was made As looking back seems to have become a downgrade So you pick up speed hoping not to get left behind Seconds that should take hours as your time travel unwinds Running and gasping for air as you began struggling to respirate Unaware of the true speed you were going, moving at a high rate Now wanting to stop, seeing your path's end up ahead Sweating with regret from the path you chose to be lead Begging for help, now that you are in desperate need Now knowing that you can't grow a plant first before you sow your seed

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A burst of flames, as if that would help. I'm filled with anger, the worst I've ever felt. I don't know how to control it, I don't know how to let it go. Because every thought that comes by, loosing my life is all I know. Flames coming through my eyes. I'm worked up over my life of lies. For now it's become too much for me to bare. I'm filled up with rage, and I'm ready for it to burst into the air. My thoughts are polluted. Shame, anger, rage is included. My minds wrecked with this pain. Everyday it seems to be the same. But now it's too much to handle. It's too much to be tangible So this answer is true. To reach peace, taking my life is what I have to do.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC

Mind

A burst of flames, as if that would help. I'm filled with anger, the worst I've ever felt. I don't know how to control it, I don't know how to let it go. Because every thought that comes by, loosing my life is all I know. Flames coming through my eyes. I'm worked up over my life of lies. For now it's become too much for me to bare. I'm filled up with rage, and I'm ready for it to burst into the air. My thoughts are polluted. Shame, anger, rage is included. My minds wrecked with this pain. Everyday it seems to be the same. But now it's too much to handle. It's too much to be tangible So this answer is true. To reach peace, taking my life is what I have to do.

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I try too hard, but I don't want to seem malicious. I try too closely, but then I seem too meticulous. But me giving up doesn't help this ****** I'm trying to patch my mistakes up, I'm trying to patch up these cracks. But ever as I try, I seem to fall too short. Every word I let out, there seems to be a retort. So what should I do? Where should I go? Those are questions, whose answers I beg desperately to know. As I must fix my wrongs, and make them right. I'm trying to step out of the darkness, and step into the light. For a life of mistakes is not what I want to live in. So I'm going to repent away from my sin and hope that one day I'll be forgiven.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC

Mistakes

I try too hard, but I don't want to seem malicious. I try too closely, but then I seem too meticulous. But me giving up doesn't help this ****** I'm trying to patch my mistakes up, I'm trying to patch up these cracks. But ever as I try, I seem to fall too short. Every word I let out, there seems to be a retort. So what should I do? Where should I go? Those are questions, whose answers I beg desperately to know. As I must fix my wrongs, and make them right. I'm trying to step out of the darkness, and step into the light. For a life of mistakes is not what I want to live in. So I'm going to repent away from my sin and hope that one day I'll be forgiven.

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The coolness of the air, and the soft touch of this gentle breeze. So delicate to the point in time where I feel the love of peace, just as I wish that I could live this moment for just a bit longer, freeze. Stop all motion, and look at the sky of God's great glory, because with every rain drop that falls down, there seems to be another delicate story. Waiting to be heard, and waiting to be told, so why not peer at the sky and let our life rain systematically and unfold?

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

Rain

The coolness of the air, and the soft touch of this gentle breeze. So delicate to the point in time where I feel the love of peace, just as I wish that I could live this moment for just a bit longer, freeze. Stop all motion, and look at the sky of God's great glory, because with every rain drop that falls down, there seems to be another delicate story. Waiting to be heard, and waiting to be told, so why not peer at the sky and let our life rain systematically and unfold?

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