earl-rhyan-ang - Hello Poetry

One night around midnight, I found myself delusional of this profound illusion. Looking through the mirror. I saw myself, doing stuff she likes providing things she wants making her happy. Twas’ beautiful but… it would have been magical if it was me. Pretentious as I am, I found myself delusional of this Perfect Illusion.

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

Perfect Illusion

One night around midnight, I found myself delusional of this profound illusion. Looking through the mirror. I saw myself, doing stuff she likes providing things she wants making her happy. Twas’ beautiful but… it would have been magical if it was me. Pretentious as I am, I found myself delusional of this Perfect Illusion.

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Waiting is awful. Now that I know, It is worst.

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

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Waiting is awful. Now that I know, It is worst.

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I'm Nobody! Eager to think about, find oneself. I doubt, through poems I found, In words I'm bound, but... I'm Nobody! In depths I'm drowned, oblivion surrounds! "Life is but," No! It's not a dream, you need to fit yourself in. I'm Nobody! Finds oneself dreary, always weary, but to tell my name, I'm fond to please the people I have and make them feel I'm dumb. I'm Nobody! Who are you? let me through to take the path I chose! to have the gold that once I knew. I'm Nobody! Yes! I'm Nobody! swims and cannot reach the skies. -E.R.A

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

I'm Nobody!

I'm Nobody! Eager to think about, find oneself. I doubt, through poems I found, In words I'm bound, but... I'm Nobody! In depths I'm drowned, oblivion surrounds! "Life is but," No! It's not a dream, you need to fit yourself in. I'm Nobody! Finds oneself dreary, always weary, but to tell my name, I'm fond to please the people I have and make them feel I'm dumb. I'm Nobody! Who are you? let me through to take the path I chose! to have the gold that once I knew. I'm Nobody! Yes! I'm Nobody! swims and cannot reach the skies. -E.R.A

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My life's a piece of poetry; the ones who read are the ones who see I am no ode nor a satire, might be an elegy or a pun, But how shallow my thought is, it's no fun... My life's a piece of prose; the ones who write are the ones who are free In the depths of my own existence, in the darkness I wander, in the light I yonder; I am restless... My life's a piece of literature; the ones who know are the ones who judge The thought of fear my mind's never been clear, To fathom my suffering you need to read me so dear.... My life is a piece of me; I will let you in, but I won't let you know. #HP

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Nov 20, 2016

Nov 20, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

A Piece of me

My life's a piece of poetry; the ones who read are the ones who see I am no ode nor a satire, might be an elegy or a pun, But how shallow my thought is, it's no fun... My life's a piece of prose; the ones who write are the ones who are free In the depths of my own existence, in the darkness I wander, in the light I yonder; I am restless... My life's a piece of literature; the ones who know are the ones who judge The thought of fear my mind's never been clear, To fathom my suffering you need to read me so dear.... My life is a piece of me; I will let you in, but I won't let you know. #HP

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*I'm nobody, commits mistakes and pleases nobody! I'm nobody, talks but no one listens. I'm nobody, writes but no one's reading! I'm nobody, speaks but cannot utter words. I'm nobody, awake but keeps on chasing dreams! I'm nobody, runs but no one bats an eye. I'm nobody, yes! I am nobody, swims and cannot reach the skies.* -E.R.A

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

**I'm nobody**

*I'm nobody, commits mistakes and pleases nobody! I'm nobody, talks but no one listens. I'm nobody, writes but no one's reading! I'm nobody, speaks but cannot utter words. I'm nobody, awake but keeps on chasing dreams! I'm nobody, runs but no one bats an eye. I'm nobody, yes! I am nobody, swims and cannot reach the skies.* -E.R.A

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New faces, New people New circle of friends I was bewildered by this lady Absolutely friendly Started to talk, share and Walk together. Flowers, Roses, Chocolates and even a dozen of doughnuts. Not seeing this girl makes me nuts. They say women are fragile so is men's heart. I may talk like I am addicted to love but I am not. Swallowed by my own desire. Walls been torn apart, then there I fall. It started with a simple chat but it ended up like I was caught in a trap. I am who I am and I need to man up! I started to takes things seriously but... This girl I met ain't too friendly. She is just a mask it took me months to see like I was inside a flask and are not meant to be. She is just a mask with words all over her face User: Friendly. -E.R.A

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

User: Friendly

New faces, New people New circle of friends I was bewildered by this lady Absolutely friendly Started to talk, share and Walk together. Flowers, Roses, Chocolates and even a dozen of doughnuts. Not seeing this girl makes me nuts. They say women are fragile so is men's heart. I may talk like I am addicted to love but I am not. Swallowed by my own desire. Walls been torn apart, then there I fall. It started with a simple chat but it ended up like I was caught in a trap. I am who I am and I need to man up! I started to takes things seriously but... This girl I met ain't too friendly. She is just a mask it took me months to see like I was inside a flask and are not meant to be. She is just a mask with words all over her face User: Friendly. -E.R.A

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I see Life is an open book Pages shattered As the sun smiles Grinning upon me As early as the morning dew Like the first thing the rooster flew. It is simple as ABCD No! Just write freely When the light becomes heavy And my visions are blurry I write with my own With a heart of stone Like eating a chewy bone Gulp! Everything is gone. See! This is my poem I write and read alone Inside my prison room In my mansion called home.

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

Poem

I see Life is an open book Pages shattered As the sun smiles Grinning upon me As early as the morning dew Like the first thing the rooster flew. It is simple as ABCD No! Just write freely When the light becomes heavy And my visions are blurry I write with my own With a heart of stone Like eating a chewy bone Gulp! Everything is gone. See! This is my poem I write and read alone Inside my prison room In my mansion called home.

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Am I seeing things differently? I see the slice of life past by me Like copper turned to gold instantly The magic of mixtures in alchemy Am I bestowed with visions? With no one see’s. Intuition? Creepy… but I sense death, predictions? It failed to amuse me. Abstraction! My vision flies in depths Cling onto oceans like death Drowned, chasing breaths Waking up soak in sweat upon my bed. People screams and I listen No comprehension, they are forgotten Cannot count the numbers with my bare hands How much more in desert sands Difference in both of us But I can tell who they might be This might be a trick, thus This is the magic in alchemy.

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

Alchemy

Am I seeing things differently? I see the slice of life past by me Like copper turned to gold instantly The magic of mixtures in alchemy Am I bestowed with visions? With no one see’s. Intuition? Creepy… but I sense death, predictions? It failed to amuse me. Abstraction! My vision flies in depths Cling onto oceans like death Drowned, chasing breaths Waking up soak in sweat upon my bed. People screams and I listen No comprehension, they are forgotten Cannot count the numbers with my bare hands How much more in desert sands Difference in both of us But I can tell who they might be This might be a trick, thus This is the magic in alchemy.

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Give me some time to write to give you the best poem, I might this may lead you to delight or end up. Annoyed with fight. In darkness I see light finish this poem in every sight. I'll give you the best poem, I might you are the reason why I write.

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Jul 25, 2015

Jul 25, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

Write

Give me some time to write to give you the best poem, I might this may lead you to delight or end up. Annoyed with fight. In darkness I see light finish this poem in every sight. I'll give you the best poem, I might you are the reason why I write.

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In life there is death, in every sentence there's a period, in every start there's an end. Don't run if you don't want to stop don't fall if you're afraid to love. Do not write if you will leave people hanging, and...

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Jul 24, 2015

Jul 24, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC

earl-rhyan-ang

Hanging

In life there is death, in every sentence there's a period, in every start there's an end. Don't run if you don't want to stop don't fall if you're afraid to love. Do not write if you will leave people hanging, and...

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