ioneh - Hello Poetry

These grey walls That lost their souls Are soon to be resurrected By a new kind of art that’s been neglected. Bring in the color, Let’s have fun Change the mural, Make is shine! Many might be against it, Call it fake, Or even junk, But for me guys, This is… art.

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Dec 21, 2015

Dec 21, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC

Graffiti lover

These grey walls That lost their souls Are soon to be resurrected By a new kind of art that’s been neglected. Bring in the color, Let’s have fun Change the mural, Make is shine! Many might be against it, Call it fake, Or even junk, But for me guys, This is… art.

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My eyes are in pain, Can’t take them away from you Keep staring in vain.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC

Addictive Screen

My eyes are in pain, Can’t take them away from you Keep staring in vain.

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If I stay, You'll fly away If I go, You'll never know.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC

Uncertainties

If I stay, You'll fly away If I go, You'll never know.

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Tick-tock, Tick-tock It doesn’t stop, will never stop. It goes like this for ages Centuries and eras, It’s never too eager or too proud Never too bold or to loud. Our bare eyes can’t see it through We just feel it and mirrors will show, Its signs are visible after a while But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies. Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about Which we never have enough, always wanting more Not really figuring out what for. We try to hold onto it for longer, But moments go by, memories linger. It is either an enemy or a cruel friend Which doesn’t bother near our end. It has no limits and can’t be stopped, By me or you, science or art. It has its course It needs to follow, So we surrender in the hollow Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock That doesn’t stop, will never stop.

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC

Can you hear it ticking?

Tick-tock, Tick-tock It doesn’t stop, will never stop. It goes like this for ages Centuries and eras, It’s never too eager or too proud Never too bold or to loud. Our bare eyes can’t see it through We just feel it and mirrors will show, Its signs are visible after a while But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies. Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about Which we never have enough, always wanting more Not really figuring out what for. We try to hold onto it for longer, But moments go by, memories linger. It is either an enemy or a cruel friend Which doesn’t bother near our end. It has no limits and can’t be stopped, By me or you, science or art. It has its course It needs to follow, So we surrender in the hollow Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock That doesn’t stop, will never stop.

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Time passes really quickly and marks will show on our bodies but our souls, Our timeless souls will stay the same. They will smile at every nice memory An remember all the good times but also the dark, Dark memories that changed us deep inside, Shook our world and crushed our beautiful hearts. But they won’t be tamed, because they know That everything passes and problems will go, Only leaving some scars that in time might grow, But the scars are important in our passing life, They show imperfections and struggles and cries. They teach you a lesson and show you the way You have to fallow to have a better day.

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC

Our souls

Time passes really quickly and marks will show on our bodies but our souls, Our timeless souls will stay the same. They will smile at every nice memory An remember all the good times but also the dark, Dark memories that changed us deep inside, Shook our world and crushed our beautiful hearts. But they won’t be tamed, because they know That everything passes and problems will go, Only leaving some scars that in time might grow, But the scars are important in our passing life, They show imperfections and struggles and cries. They teach you a lesson and show you the way You have to fallow to have a better day.

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Those roses are there For a long time now. Their color is still bright, But soon they'll rotten in the light. Too bad... Because they remind me of the velvet dress You wore on the night we met. Same color, same intensity An image for infinity.

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC

Velvet roses

Those roses are there For a long time now. Their color is still bright, But soon they'll rotten in the light. Too bad... Because they remind me of the velvet dress You wore on the night we met. Same color, same intensity An image for infinity.

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Life’s strange and there’s no way of understanding it. We usually complain about things And hope that our happiness lies somewhere else Maybe in another time or space. We dread for that particular moment to come, The one that can change your life on a dime, But, more than ever, that moment will never shine. I don’t want to upset any optimistic Or encourage any pessimistic But that’s only realistic. In our twenties we wait for our thirties to be all figured out. In our thirties we hope that at forties will bring the best out, But life doesn’t work this way. One day you’ll be hit by something from your right just to be knocked down by something from your left And there on the pavement you’ll look at the world and see it’s scary face. And you’ll feel so small With no intention and no strength to move on. But in your torments and anguish you might feel an invisible hand Trying to help. And that is the moment you realize it’s not over. If you’re conscious while lying down It’s a sign you have to stand up and go on. So stand up straight and face the facts. There’s always a lesson behind all acts.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC

Thoughts

Life’s strange and there’s no way of understanding it. We usually complain about things And hope that our happiness lies somewhere else Maybe in another time or space. We dread for that particular moment to come, The one that can change your life on a dime, But, more than ever, that moment will never shine. I don’t want to upset any optimistic Or encourage any pessimistic But that’s only realistic. In our twenties we wait for our thirties to be all figured out. In our thirties we hope that at forties will bring the best out, But life doesn’t work this way. One day you’ll be hit by something from your right just to be knocked down by something from your left And there on the pavement you’ll look at the world and see it’s scary face. And you’ll feel so small With no intention and no strength to move on. But in your torments and anguish you might feel an invisible hand Trying to help. And that is the moment you realize it’s not over. If you’re conscious while lying down It’s a sign you have to stand up and go on. So stand up straight and face the facts. There’s always a lesson behind all acts.

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The nuclear bomb is ticking My love for you is leaking There’s no time left to think Or assess the thing It’s nearly over now It needed to end somehow. You would have made a good politician Too bad you were just a mathematician You rest your case so good You thought you’d change my mood. But lies were never in you favor And truth came out to shatter The made-up world you built That’s turning into guilt. I’m glad it’s nearly over So I can move further.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC

Moving on

The nuclear bomb is ticking My love for you is leaking There’s no time left to think Or assess the thing It’s nearly over now It needed to end somehow. You would have made a good politician Too bad you were just a mathematician You rest your case so good You thought you’d change my mood. But lies were never in you favor And truth came out to shatter The made-up world you built That’s turning into guilt. I’m glad it’s nearly over So I can move further.

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When all your dreams are rushed And all your hope is gone When nothing excites you And love is hard to find, Remember that at times, Life has to be this way So we can cherish more The good things when they're there.

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC

Remember

When all your dreams are rushed And all your hope is gone When nothing excites you And love is hard to find, Remember that at times, Life has to be this way So we can cherish more The good things when they're there.

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I got on this train, It’s nice and cozy, but I don’t understand Why sometimes goes too fast And then too slow instead. People come on board and smile. We start to talk And get on for a while. Then all of a sudden they are gone. I get upset and wonder why Did I do something wrong? Was it my fault Or their journey was only for so long? The answer…well, It’s not in this train, but other In another Galaxy much further Where trains are just concepts And people just light, Where things last forever, As time doesn’t mind.

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC

A train called life

I got on this train, It’s nice and cozy, but I don’t understand Why sometimes goes too fast And then too slow instead. People come on board and smile. We start to talk And get on for a while. Then all of a sudden they are gone. I get upset and wonder why Did I do something wrong? Was it my fault Or their journey was only for so long? The answer…well, It’s not in this train, but other In another Galaxy much further Where trains are just concepts And people just light, Where things last forever, As time doesn’t mind.

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