daniel-jacha - Hello Poetry

I chose to squeeze the lemons into life's eyes sue me but lemonade is never all that satisfying until you see the ******* screaming on the floor tugging at his hair as the chemicals sting his eyes bringing a whole new dimension of pain that is the definition of satisfaction because if life throws a wall at you spraypaint mene mene tekel upharsin your days are numbered and so is your rule i will not be subject to your cruelty any longer.

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC

lemonade

I chose to squeeze the lemons into life's eyes sue me but lemonade is never all that satisfying until you see the ******* screaming on the floor tugging at his hair as the chemicals sting his eyes bringing a whole new dimension of pain that is the definition of satisfaction because if life throws a wall at you spraypaint mene mene tekel upharsin your days are numbered and so is your rule i will not be subject to your cruelty any longer.

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is this how it feels like to be stranded on a desert island marooned by your feelings and yet in that far distance you can see it the glow of happiness slowly bring consumed by the darkness of the sadness around you and when you finally decide to smile life throws a brick wall to your face a brick wall that says you will never be good enough you don't deserve to smile you are insignificant

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC

Alone

is this how it feels like to be stranded on a desert island marooned by your feelings and yet in that far distance you can see it the glow of happiness slowly bring consumed by the darkness of the sadness around you and when you finally decide to smile life throws a brick wall to your face a brick wall that says you will never be good enough you don't deserve to smile you are insignificant

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The fight against the color of my skin never stopped Neither did the prejudice,blame,seperation and hate And here I am suffering the yoke because my skin has more melanin and here i am trying to make amends burying the hatchet that is reddened by my blood because you dug it right into my back is my brown/olive skin such an abomination to you? so much that you want to ban me from your territory if history has taught us anything is that colour doesnt matter but i guess in your minds the reason why you commit crimes is because of me Am I that different that you persecute me You are the first developed but you are the most primitive How ******* ironic.

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC

Why

The fight against the color of my skin never stopped Neither did the prejudice,blame,seperation and hate And here I am suffering the yoke because my skin has more melanin and here i am trying to make amends burying the hatchet that is reddened by my blood because you dug it right into my back is my brown/olive skin such an abomination to you? so much that you want to ban me from your territory if history has taught us anything is that colour doesnt matter but i guess in your minds the reason why you commit crimes is because of me Am I that different that you persecute me You are the first developed but you are the most primitive How ******* ironic.

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I hear voices in my head Screaming,shouting,giving me advice I answer out loud Imaginary friends like you are always there I could never let you go Because you are the insanity that keeps me sane You are the clarity in my blindness You protect me when their words hurt The rest doesn't matter coz you are always there You are the voice in my mind Disembodied yet wise than those with bodies You may not have a mind of your own but we can share mine Because voices with bodies shred lives Voices with minds are blind Blind to the suffering of others Blind to see the other side Blind o everyone else but themselves.

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC

Schizophrenia

I hear voices in my head Screaming,shouting,giving me advice I answer out loud Imaginary friends like you are always there I could never let you go Because you are the insanity that keeps me sane You are the clarity in my blindness You protect me when their words hurt The rest doesn't matter coz you are always there You are the voice in my mind Disembodied yet wise than those with bodies You may not have a mind of your own but we can share mine Because voices with bodies shred lives Voices with minds are blind Blind to the suffering of others Blind to see the other side Blind o everyone else but themselves.

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You. A collection of specialized cells working together in perfect harmony. You. Fearfully and wonderfully made. But why are you so insecure? Is it because their words burn? Scald your soul till you are nothing but a shell? Is it because their words are knives, Sharpened by the truth that exposes your weaker side? Even if they cover your skin with bruises, They have no power over you Let me tell you who you are, Beauty, even in the worst times, even in the dark times, even if the worlds collide, you.are.beauty You are the the epitome of perfection you are the beauty behind all chaos never mind their words. Your idiosyncrasies make you who you are they make you unique they make you,you and no matter what they tell you I will always appreciate you

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC

You

You. A collection of specialized cells working together in perfect harmony. You. Fearfully and wonderfully made. But why are you so insecure? Is it because their words burn? Scald your soul till you are nothing but a shell? Is it because their words are knives, Sharpened by the truth that exposes your weaker side? Even if they cover your skin with bruises, They have no power over you Let me tell you who you are, Beauty, even in the worst times, even in the dark times, even if the worlds collide, you.are.beauty You are the the epitome of perfection you are the beauty behind all chaos never mind their words. Your idiosyncrasies make you who you are they make you unique they make you,you and no matter what they tell you I will always appreciate you

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I'm just here waiting for you to come back But I'm tired Tired because I know that even in my highest hallucination Even in my wildest dreams You will never come back. But I catch myself Dreaming that you will come back Deliriously hoping that you will be here with me That we will be on the same wavelength Thinking the same things but I know I know I'm lying to myself I'm just delirious

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC

Delirious

I'm just here waiting for you to come back But I'm tired Tired because I know that even in my highest hallucination Even in my wildest dreams You will never come back. But I catch myself Dreaming that you will come back Deliriously hoping that you will be here with me That we will be on the same wavelength Thinking the same things but I know I know I'm lying to myself I'm just delirious

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I know its been a week But my heart was weak I could not speak I could only cry Cry for the land of the Aztec Cry for you mexico Never forget that you are in my prayers Never forget that you are always in my heart We may be worlds apart but we are on one earth Africa, South America ,we are of one heart We will strengthen each other We will inspire hope, We will be the ones to show that recovery and improvement is possible We shall stand above the world and it shall acknowledge us Because we are survivors

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC

Mexico

I know its been a week But my heart was weak I could not speak I could only cry Cry for the land of the Aztec Cry for you mexico Never forget that you are in my prayers Never forget that you are always in my heart We may be worlds apart but we are on one earth Africa, South America ,we are of one heart We will strengthen each other We will inspire hope, We will be the ones to show that recovery and improvement is possible We shall stand above the world and it shall acknowledge us Because we are survivors

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Here I am,fidgeting Moving about before this feeling overwhelms me Shuffling my feet, Shaking my head, Arms in akimbo, Just because I am tired I'm tired of running Tired of all the lies,the hate,the deception Tired of hiding from attack, Running from war, Crying at loss, Maybe its human nature but all it makes me, is uncomfortable Uncomfortable, Like standing at attention for 45 minutes Like lying on a bed of nails, like Goldilocks on Papa Bears bed, Like the princess and the pea, Like trying so hard only to fail, I am uncomfortable.

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Oct 16, 2015

Oct 16, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC

Uncomfortable

Here I am,fidgeting Moving about before this feeling overwhelms me Shuffling my feet, Shaking my head, Arms in akimbo, Just because I am tired I'm tired of running Tired of all the lies,the hate,the deception Tired of hiding from attack, Running from war, Crying at loss, Maybe its human nature but all it makes me, is uncomfortable Uncomfortable, Like standing at attention for 45 minutes Like lying on a bed of nails, like Goldilocks on Papa Bears bed, Like the princess and the pea, Like trying so hard only to fail, I am uncomfortable.

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What happened to you, You were so sweet, so caring, innocence was your first name, all that changed. So again let me ask, What happened to you man? Is it the teenage effect? We can get past it we can rise above the ashes We can freely use cliches like we are survivors, or we are phoenixes about to be reborn. Just stop being the person you are now, and come back to me,my arms are wide open. Don't worry about what people say Words are just vocal manipulation mixed with air after all. Words don't define you or who you are They don't foretell your gains and your losses You are the only one capable of defining who you are And that is the only thing that matters.

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC

What happened

What happened to you, You were so sweet, so caring, innocence was your first name, all that changed. So again let me ask, What happened to you man? Is it the teenage effect? We can get past it we can rise above the ashes We can freely use cliches like we are survivors, or we are phoenixes about to be reborn. Just stop being the person you are now, and come back to me,my arms are wide open. Don't worry about what people say Words are just vocal manipulation mixed with air after all. Words don't define you or who you are They don't foretell your gains and your losses You are the only one capable of defining who you are And that is the only thing that matters.

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