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happy-hippie-madness
Malaysian I discovered a passion for poetry a few years ago and I've wanted to share my work with the world. So here you have it. Feel free to criticize it.
The wind is so big. It forces so much to move Ever so gently.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Gentle Force
Life starts as a blank page, Where anything and anyone Can contribute as an author. Gaurdians carve the page With passion and love, But the passion fades away And the love can change dramatically. Dreams subconsciously fill the page While the media whitens them out And corrects them as fears and nightmares. Happiness gets erased, Then saddness stains the page in ink. Then that one person comes along To address the page with love. Paint splatters onto the paper And colors burst over The white out and ink. But as time crumples the page, The paint chips off And your lover searches for a canvas. You remain lost in a stack of papers As society bleed onto the page. Your patience wears thin, And sparks of confusion Start a flame of anger. Your life burns away, You become a pile of ashes, And realize how little value One piece of paper can hold.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Life's Authors
It's soothing to listen to your heart beat As you rest the marvelous universe that sits in your mind. With hair so soft and a smile that spreads gently like the beauty of a butterfly, It makes me wonder how much time god had to put into making such a master piece. Your voice brings more peace than any mother's lullaby could possibly give their baby, And your eyes are as deep and observant as the thoughts that flow through your mind. I'm but a tiny bug exploring the garden that has been presented to me, And to experience all of the wonders that lie within it would take many life times. So i'll crawl around and be comfortably lost in this garden, And enjoy every second exploring of it.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Garden
Insanity is built with Tabs watered down with an unfamiliar reality, Ounces laced with a looping escape route, and Liquor spiked with depression. Don't try to tell me “Your problems won’t go away.” Old dreams are dying and I'm left with an Unclear path to the future.
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
"Drugs Are Bad"
Although the ticking of my heart Will someday stop, I see no limit to how long I can wait. The journey may be long But you will know each crossing I have been through To find the path that has placed me next to you. We will walk our paths together And find our happiness with each other. Time will become irrelevant Once our love has been found. And until then I will wait, Regardless of when the ticking will stop.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
The Waiting
The sun opens our eyes to a fresh start
 And we let the day rot.
 We beat the clock demanding more time
 And burn the wicks of our lives with anger.
 Hope is overlooked
 As our vision turns to darkness
 And life without light becomes truth. 
All light appears as a tease, 
So we lay in the dark 
 In fear of being let down. 
Trapping our thoughts in negativity may be easier,
 But by reaching for the light, 
 We find the strength to free our souls
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
Stay Positive
I awake from a dream into a nightmare. I gain my sense of feel and rise into reality. It's sad and gloomy to me. It seems only in my dreams i can truly be happy. It didnt always seem that way. You stepped out of my life And ripped out the dreams From my reality. I feel hopeless and lost. I see my life spiraling down. I cant find the courage to step back up I'm forever affected from what was once your love. Welcome to depression.
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Wake Up
I held her the way i would hold a cup of water, Firmly around the sides, Ready to catch each drop that falls out. But at the same time, i was driving down a rocky road, I made it a bigger risk that a drop may fall out. I thought of her the same way i thought of my home. A get away from the world, And where i spent my whole day wishing i could be. But i guess i stayed too long cause i made the house a mess. I listened to her the same way i listened to my music, Ignored the rest of the world, and hummed to the tune of her voice. But perhaps i hummed too loud and drowned out her voice too much. I looked at her the same way i look at each star, Tilted my head and was shocked by how something could shine so bright. But the light got brighter and brighter, And i could no longer see the star as a whole. I tried to treat her the way i do with my glasses. Becuase if i broke them, I'll never see what I've done. But i didnt not break them, i have scratched it just enough that i cannot clearly see where it is that i am standing.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
How I Treated Her
Troubling thoughts cross my mind when i ponder on my past. A ****** start from heaven, but how will my story end? I am not fair to the ones who brought me up And i'm more concerned with my cliques no matter how short they last. Instead of advancing in my studies, I burn time with fluff. I could change my story at any time But i chose to let it slip up. Is it possible that my book is already written And i have not finished reading? Or am i working on a first draft that will be revised once i finish? So much time has been wasted and i know exactly what i would edit. But for now, i'll finish my story And procrastinate the editing for later.
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC
Maybe Later
Within a second, the bright autumn sky burned into a dark, smoky nightmare. 7 more hours until school got out, but only 4 more crashes till the world falls apart. While cookies and juice were in my hands, The nation had a situation in theirs. When I arrived home, Daddy was staring blankly at the TV. Mommy hit the couch before her shoes hit the floor. I sat down with her and watched. While I enjoyed the movie, My parents feared the truth. We watched one building fall just as fast as my mother's heart. We saw the second building fall half as fast as my father's heart. When the third plane hit the pentagon, the sudden sound of sadness flooded the apartment. And as the final plane fell in Pennsylvania, the night died in silence. The next autumn morning felt cold and misty, and I drowned in my thoughts of the movie. The announcements came on at an unexpected time, and silence flooded the school like it did in my house the night before.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
Crippling Silence