duck - Hello Poetry

I'm stuck here. I'm gonna die here. I've moved so little that the shadows are printed on my skin where the sun can't burn. I'm trying to move. I have plans to move. I'm doing everything in my power to move. I'm giving everything I have, everything I am, risking everything except for my heart hope and soul just to move. But I can't move. I swear when I move I'm gonna move in ways nobody has ever seen before. I'm gonna move so fast, I'll pick up everybody else who's like me; Who wants nothing more than to move but just can't seem to figure out how. Nothings gonna stop me when I move. Not because I'll move so fiercely but because I'll move with so much grace and I'll help so many others move that people won't want to stop me. They'll say, "let him move, its better for everyone if he moves. Things have improved, since he moved." A lot of people when they move they go straight to the buffet, stepping on people, not really caring where they step and then they eat all of the food. They eat so much more than they need and it only makes us want to move all the more. They love that we can't move, if we all could move they wouldn't have abundance, we'd all be just right. I don't wanna be like them, I wanna move everyone. I'm gonna move the world. I wish I could move. But I can't move. breathe

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC

Move

I'm stuck here. I'm gonna die here. I've moved so little that the shadows are printed on my skin where the sun can't burn. I'm trying to move. I have plans to move. I'm doing everything in my power to move. I'm giving everything I have, everything I am, risking everything except for my heart hope and soul just to move. But I can't move. I swear when I move I'm gonna move in ways nobody has ever seen before. I'm gonna move so fast, I'll pick up everybody else who's like me; Who wants nothing more than to move but just can't seem to figure out how. Nothings gonna stop me when I move. Not because I'll move so fiercely but because I'll move with so much grace and I'll help so many others move that people won't want to stop me. They'll say, "let him move, its better for everyone if he moves. Things have improved, since he moved." A lot of people when they move they go straight to the buffet, stepping on people, not really caring where they step and then they eat all of the food. They eat so much more than they need and it only makes us want to move all the more. They love that we can't move, if we all could move they wouldn't have abundance, we'd all be just right. I don't wanna be like them, I wanna move everyone. I'm gonna move the world. I wish I could move. But I can't move. breathe

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Supposing that we lit some candles. One for each person on this earth, we would blow one out at a funeral and light one up at a birth. The world would grow darker every time we lost a fighter but with every new born baby it gets just that bit brighter. If you travelled into a city that was dark and gritty you'd know that they didn't have many in their committee. But.. If the light was brilliant and bright it would send a beaming message throughout the night. Saying "We are here! And we are alive!" Not wanting to be alone we endeavor to collide and form one giant, shining beacon that burns so fierce we're sure it can't weaken We sparkle and crackle and bend nature to our whim the mighty fire so strong it just had to gave in. With it we forged iron and buildings, cars and computers and lit paths of lives to guide commuters We lit up the universe as far as we could see Improving our lives greatly with technology obsessed with our professed fixture on practicality we completely forgot about morality Our fires forged weapons which we aimed next door In one swift movement we saw the effects of war 6,000,000 candles extinguished over arguments on which light is most distinguished So fixated on this light we blinded our eyes and the candle smoke filled the skies. We thought candles were good, they elevated us higher but now all we have is thick smoke and fire. The fire consuming all in its route the root of our lives follow suite. It's eating the oxygen and burning the grass the sand is melting and forming to glass. The glass it shatters into a thousand pieces more candles are lighting, the temperature increases The resources decline, as do the candles buried in ash a hundred thousand scandals. Now only a few lit candles remain as they slowly melt and fade away.

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Nov 8, 2012

Nov 8, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC

Supposing that we lit some candles..

Supposing that we lit some candles. One for each person on this earth, we would blow one out at a funeral and light one up at a birth. The world would grow darker every time we lost a fighter but with every new born baby it gets just that bit brighter. If you travelled into a city that was dark and gritty you'd know that they didn't have many in their committee. But.. If the light was brilliant and bright it would send a beaming message throughout the night. Saying "We are here! And we are alive!" Not wanting to be alone we endeavor to collide and form one giant, shining beacon that burns so fierce we're sure it can't weaken We sparkle and crackle and bend nature to our whim the mighty fire so strong it just had to gave in. With it we forged iron and buildings, cars and computers and lit paths of lives to guide commuters We lit up the universe as far as we could see Improving our lives greatly with technology obsessed with our professed fixture on practicality we completely forgot about morality Our fires forged weapons which we aimed next door In one swift movement we saw the effects of war 6,000,000 candles extinguished over arguments on which light is most distinguished So fixated on this light we blinded our eyes and the candle smoke filled the skies. We thought candles were good, they elevated us higher but now all we have is thick smoke and fire. The fire consuming all in its route the root of our lives follow suite. It's eating the oxygen and burning the grass the sand is melting and forming to glass. The glass it shatters into a thousand pieces more candles are lighting, the temperature increases The resources decline, as do the candles buried in ash a hundred thousand scandals. Now only a few lit candles remain as they slowly melt and fade away.

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If I could reach up, tear open the sky and bring you down I would, because I miss you. If I could build a ladder so **** high to pay you a visit I would, Because I miss you. If I could flap my arms, fly into the night, and take you under my wing I would, Because I miss you. If I could go; take to the streets, commission everybody that I meet to build the largest ever human pyramid from the bottom of the earth right to the lid and grab you by the cheeks and squeeze your face and remind myself of how your lips taste I would, Cos you know what? I miss you. If I could stick a message in a bottle and shoot it in the air And leave you a note to show I still care I would. And in it I would write 'I miss you'.

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Oct 29, 2012

Oct 29, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC

I would, because I miss you.

If I could reach up, tear open the sky and bring you down I would, because I miss you. If I could build a ladder so **** high to pay you a visit I would, Because I miss you. If I could flap my arms, fly into the night, and take you under my wing I would, Because I miss you. If I could go; take to the streets, commission everybody that I meet to build the largest ever human pyramid from the bottom of the earth right to the lid and grab you by the cheeks and squeeze your face and remind myself of how your lips taste I would, Cos you know what? I miss you. If I could stick a message in a bottle and shoot it in the air And leave you a note to show I still care I would. And in it I would write 'I miss you'.

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If you were the sky Then I'd be the sea And when you shined bright It would reflect in me. When you're at rest Then I am steady. If you wanna get rough I'm always ready. Past closing at the bars If you show me the stars I'll open right up And cast them out far. And on the darkest night If you won't shine a light. Then I'm silent alongside you Until you feel right. We'll meet at the horizon Where lovers will stare And wonder with passion Why they can't meet there. And you'll share me a kiss As bright as two suns. When they meet in the middle I'll know the days done. And I can tell that's your way of saying to me. Goodnight my love. If you were the sky and I were the sea.

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Oct 29, 2012

Oct 29, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC

If you were the sky and I were the sea.

If you were the sky Then I'd be the sea And when you shined bright It would reflect in me. When you're at rest Then I am steady. If you wanna get rough I'm always ready. Past closing at the bars If you show me the stars I'll open right up And cast them out far. And on the darkest night If you won't shine a light. Then I'm silent alongside you Until you feel right. We'll meet at the horizon Where lovers will stare And wonder with passion Why they can't meet there. And you'll share me a kiss As bright as two suns. When they meet in the middle I'll know the days done. And I can tell that's your way of saying to me. Goodnight my love. If you were the sky and I were the sea.

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Damaged people are dangerous because they know how to survive, And if you've never been damaged you don't know how it feels to be alive, See struggle is the sauce that gives success its flavour, when life kicked you down it was doing you a favour. Cos it's in your darkest hour, not in prosperity that you will realise your true ability. Life dunks you in deep waters not to drown you but to cleanse you. And that's just the beginning of what it will put you through. But it's chiselling you down, you won't deflate. It's not wearing you thin, it's getting you to your fighting weight. Prosperity makes monsters, adversity makes men. I believe when you reach the top life will yank you back down again. You didn't break down, you just had a flat tyre so get back up and relight that fire. keep it burning and churning at the pit of your heart and keep on learning and yearning and never fall apart. Stare life in the eyes and say "no matter how many times my spirit won't break if my drive never dies" So throw me a burden I won't lose my composure, It's for this very reason that life gave me shoulders. Get better not bitter This weather will wither I'll turn wounds into wisdom sadness into spirit tears to tenacity I will never quit it Take a deep breath and concentrate your stare because a road with no obstacles never took you anywhere.

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Oct 26, 2012

Oct 26, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC

A road with no obstacles

Damaged people are dangerous because they know how to survive, And if you've never been damaged you don't know how it feels to be alive, See struggle is the sauce that gives success its flavour, when life kicked you down it was doing you a favour. Cos it's in your darkest hour, not in prosperity that you will realise your true ability. Life dunks you in deep waters not to drown you but to cleanse you. And that's just the beginning of what it will put you through. But it's chiselling you down, you won't deflate. It's not wearing you thin, it's getting you to your fighting weight. Prosperity makes monsters, adversity makes men. I believe when you reach the top life will yank you back down again. You didn't break down, you just had a flat tyre so get back up and relight that fire. keep it burning and churning at the pit of your heart and keep on learning and yearning and never fall apart. Stare life in the eyes and say "no matter how many times my spirit won't break if my drive never dies" So throw me a burden I won't lose my composure, It's for this very reason that life gave me shoulders. Get better not bitter This weather will wither I'll turn wounds into wisdom sadness into spirit tears to tenacity I will never quit it Take a deep breath and concentrate your stare because a road with no obstacles never took you anywhere.

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I think God is obligated to give you trouble If you can't stand this **** but refuse to work a shovel

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC

God is obliged

I think God is obligated to give you trouble If you can't stand this **** but refuse to work a shovel

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The gift of giving indiscriminately is a gift we should give indiscriminately There's a secret to a good life and here's the key The path to happiness is generosity Happiness doesn't dilute when you give it away and it constitutes in everything you say You can literally have your cake and eat it depending exactly on how you treat it take it, use it, split it, pass it on every time you do that it will be twice as strong happiness is a virus we need to learn to spread a pandemic of the head A vaccine shot straight to the heart infecting you with a flying start secret to the deeper hidden meaning of living that happiness is caused by indiscriminate giving.

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 9:04 AM UTC

The gift of giving indiscriminately

The gift of giving indiscriminately is a gift we should give indiscriminately There's a secret to a good life and here's the key The path to happiness is generosity Happiness doesn't dilute when you give it away and it constitutes in everything you say You can literally have your cake and eat it depending exactly on how you treat it take it, use it, split it, pass it on every time you do that it will be twice as strong happiness is a virus we need to learn to spread a pandemic of the head A vaccine shot straight to the heart infecting you with a flying start secret to the deeper hidden meaning of living that happiness is caused by indiscriminate giving.

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