itis_nostalgic - Hello Poetry

Days passed The world was so fast To try to convince us A purity of this degree could never last We know For the most part We almost believed it We almost conceded it I remember asking God A love so free With my eyes closed I’m captivated Astonished by what my sight brings to me I’m grateful to God that I finally see it Even now Even now How far we’ve come My heart still recovers From a heart existing before you Healing, thanks to a love that brought you Your past Haunts you too Broken and torn People left behind A yesterday We no longer mourn I see it in your stride Scars ever present still But how you make it look with pride Is a gift only God could have placed inside Even now Even now 9 months later The idea conceived Prosperity believed What big mountains failed to deceive Of heavens majestic slow tease A happiness cooling through fires Warming us through winter skies What the first kiss could only seize The birth of something pure Truly deserving and relentlessly patient Even now I see unto you That which you’ve brought unto me Uplifting compassion that is ushered daily By you and you alone my queen Unwavering peace.

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC

Even Now.

Days passed The world was so fast To try to convince us A purity of this degree could never last We know For the most part We almost believed it We almost conceded it I remember asking God A love so free With my eyes closed I’m captivated Astonished by what my sight brings to me I’m grateful to God that I finally see it Even now Even now How far we’ve come My heart still recovers From a heart existing before you Healing, thanks to a love that brought you Your past Haunts you too Broken and torn People left behind A yesterday We no longer mourn I see it in your stride Scars ever present still But how you make it look with pride Is a gift only God could have placed inside Even now Even now 9 months later The idea conceived Prosperity believed What big mountains failed to deceive Of heavens majestic slow tease A happiness cooling through fires Warming us through winter skies What the first kiss could only seize The birth of something pure Truly deserving and relentlessly patient Even now I see unto you That which you’ve brought unto me Uplifting compassion that is ushered daily By you and you alone my queen Unwavering peace.

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HATE AGAINST SELF-HATE Convictions from your neighbor Parents always find new problems to address Nocturnal thoughts usher everything you did wrong Everything you can’t obtain yet obsess And there’s nothing like being reminded of your most cunning regrets But you know what It’s alright It’s alright to not have your crush crush over you To only have two of your 2000 followers actually tell you the truth Like your post and send genuine messages below your texts after retweeting “we love you” It’s alright To not have a flat stomach And skip a day of bathing now and then To have a long list of contacts and have more than 100 view your status but to only have one on your speed dial that you call a friend Hey listen, it’s alright To spend days in bed, alone To switch of your data and switch it on a day later to no messages or missed calls and question the real reason you have a phone To completely **** at social media And have the oldest version of WhatsApp and actually deplete your data on tumblr, google searches and checking updates on Wikipedia To spend months indoors, hey! Better the chances of your survival if listeriosis decides to be airborne To use twitter for the free **** Don’t worry yourself It’s alright To actually be the real deal photographer when overnight picture takers already make money and you don’t To not have the retro vans In black and white Or the adidas tracksuit pants with protruding stripes You don’t have to lie about living your best life if your just the best at just living life It’s alright You don’t have to have 100 pictures on your Instagram You can just use it until your crush posts about their break up So you can go back to saying how ****** men are How they can’t value you because you laugh at your own jokes Simply because no one is around to say, that’s the third time now Grace That while other girls have **** collections you have a meme collection Baby girl it’s alright To have Nicki Minaj’s album cover have you question the beauty of the girl in the reflection Or how you don’t look like Beyoncé after you pointed at her hairstyle in the saloon How you don’t know what it is that stops you from loving yourself the way you claim to with #Snack and #Mood on your Twitter It’s called escapism, socially enticed envy and identity disphoria darling You know what it is now so stop crying whenever your phone is off Going live on Instagram and having two viewers and no comments is alright In fact it’s completely fine It’s alright To be the way you are right now To keep a healthy diet because you want to see what asparagus will do to your taste buds It’s nasty by the way so stick to McDonald’s chips and Nando’s fresh buns ohh the white powder!!! Why choose to starve yourself and master the catwalk when the runway isn’t calling Why trip over love when you don’t remember falling Why entertain rude guys to keep a social life when your solitude was never boring Why complicate your life when you slept easier knowing your phone could be off but they called you simple Now they have no words of comfort to crutch you when their shallow thoughts are the reason you’re socially crippled Braam is dope Pretoria is amazing Rosebank is fantastic but pizza at home with choc chipped ice cream watching the Avengers is just something It’s alright bro Six pack for who I know brothers chiseled from iron that still get the flu My crooked smile does wonders These broad shoulder looking men that skip leg day are going through a stage I personally go to the gym to outrun a dog that escaped from its cage It’s alright fam You are not the same And that’s something great As a kid you said you wanted to be different You’re finally here The next time you’re invited to a Braai While others offer expectations, mediocrity and FOMO because they can’t wait You’ll bring innovation, uniqueness, patiences and a true definition of what a human being is overflowing on your plate It’s alright Stay real!

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May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC

HATE AGAINST SELF-HATE

HATE AGAINST SELF-HATE Convictions from your neighbor Parents always find new problems to address Nocturnal thoughts usher everything you did wrong Everything you can’t obtain yet obsess And there’s nothing like being reminded of your most cunning regrets But you know what It’s alright It’s alright to not have your crush crush over you To only have two of your 2000 followers actually tell you the truth Like your post and send genuine messages below your texts after retweeting “we love you” It’s alright To not have a flat stomach And skip a day of bathing now and then To have a long list of contacts and have more than 100 view your status but to only have one on your speed dial that you call a friend Hey listen, it’s alright To spend days in bed, alone To switch of your data and switch it on a day later to no messages or missed calls and question the real reason you have a phone To completely **** at social media And have the oldest version of WhatsApp and actually deplete your data on tumblr, google searches and checking updates on Wikipedia To spend months indoors, hey! Better the chances of your survival if listeriosis decides to be airborne To use twitter for the free **** Don’t worry yourself It’s alright To actually be the real deal photographer when overnight picture takers already make money and you don’t To not have the retro vans In black and white Or the adidas tracksuit pants with protruding stripes You don’t have to lie about living your best life if your just the best at just living life It’s alright You don’t have to have 100 pictures on your Instagram You can just use it until your crush posts about their break up So you can go back to saying how ****** men are How they can’t value you because you laugh at your own jokes Simply because no one is around to say, that’s the third time now Grace That while other girls have **** collections you have a meme collection Baby girl it’s alright To have Nicki Minaj’s album cover have you question the beauty of the girl in the reflection Or how you don’t look like Beyoncé after you pointed at her hairstyle in the saloon How you don’t know what it is that stops you from loving yourself the way you claim to with #Snack and #Mood on your Twitter It’s called escapism, socially enticed envy and identity disphoria darling You know what it is now so stop crying whenever your phone is off Going live on Instagram and having two viewers and no comments is alright In fact it’s completely fine It’s alright To be the way you are right now To keep a healthy diet because you want to see what asparagus will do to your taste buds It’s nasty by the way so stick to McDonald’s chips and Nando’s fresh buns ohh the white powder!!! Why choose to starve yourself and master the catwalk when the runway isn’t calling Why trip over love when you don’t remember falling Why entertain rude guys to keep a social life when your solitude was never boring Why complicate your life when you slept easier knowing your phone could be off but they called you simple Now they have no words of comfort to crutch you when their shallow thoughts are the reason you’re socially crippled Braam is dope Pretoria is amazing Rosebank is fantastic but pizza at home with choc chipped ice cream watching the Avengers is just something It’s alright bro Six pack for who I know brothers chiseled from iron that still get the flu My crooked smile does wonders These broad shoulder looking men that skip leg day are going through a stage I personally go to the gym to outrun a dog that escaped from its cage It’s alright fam You are not the same And that’s something great As a kid you said you wanted to be different You’re finally here The next time you’re invited to a Braai While others offer expectations, mediocrity and FOMO because they can’t wait You’ll bring innovation, uniqueness, patiences and a true definition of what a human being is overflowing on your plate It’s alright Stay real!

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Middle ground Surface area Black lives matter White matter No man’s land Grey matter All lives matter That’s the counter argument Ridiculous Spontaneous propaganda Systematic retaliation But let’s argue it When you look at me What do you see Honestly A black man But what am I Human in my simplest capacity Yet don’t treat me as such Yet don’t view me as such Yet don’t value me as such All races matter All others be sprinting and leaving us to be short put and javelin on the sidelines The corners of my mind can’t handle being marginalized Where your past experiences leave me ostracized I’ve never held a gun But let me be seen as a mugging assassin trained by neglect and blood exposed aggression that feeds off the spare change in your purse when you encounter me in the passage You think being called a racist is offensive Try deducing a sentence from a stranger’s body language as her eye movement and shrieking soiled palms suggest each limb to scream “Criminal!” Defamed disdained inhuman filth of the earth literally blackening darker and darker each day Black lives matter Because each life scatters when the black blood splatters When the legs of black women are forcibly departed As her dignity is degraded Her self-worth lynched in a fiery dismemberment As each article of clothing is discarded You can’t use our religion Turn gold white and claim credit like how Jesus turned water into wine And still take our body image It’s not fashion it’s ethnicity It’s not a chosen lifestyle It’s culture Then realize you can’t do it like we do And call it uncivilized and barbaric And anything before your story I mean history is oral based mythology Never mind that You’ve confused dark skinned societies that they have pockets too deep in their baggy jeans and a recessive nature in their biology But let’s speak truth Psychology states A bully ill-treats someone they desire to be like I know dudes who play golf that wanted to be like mike Actually invested in a kit and purchased a ball To find out their hands along with something downstairs being too small You know what they say Middle ground Surface area Black lives matter White matter No man’s land Grey matter

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Nov 20, 2019

Nov 20, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC

Grey Matter.

Middle ground Surface area Black lives matter White matter No man’s land Grey matter All lives matter That’s the counter argument Ridiculous Spontaneous propaganda Systematic retaliation But let’s argue it When you look at me What do you see Honestly A black man But what am I Human in my simplest capacity Yet don’t treat me as such Yet don’t view me as such Yet don’t value me as such All races matter All others be sprinting and leaving us to be short put and javelin on the sidelines The corners of my mind can’t handle being marginalized Where your past experiences leave me ostracized I’ve never held a gun But let me be seen as a mugging assassin trained by neglect and blood exposed aggression that feeds off the spare change in your purse when you encounter me in the passage You think being called a racist is offensive Try deducing a sentence from a stranger’s body language as her eye movement and shrieking soiled palms suggest each limb to scream “Criminal!” Defamed disdained inhuman filth of the earth literally blackening darker and darker each day Black lives matter Because each life scatters when the black blood splatters When the legs of black women are forcibly departed As her dignity is degraded Her self-worth lynched in a fiery dismemberment As each article of clothing is discarded You can’t use our religion Turn gold white and claim credit like how Jesus turned water into wine And still take our body image It’s not fashion it’s ethnicity It’s not a chosen lifestyle It’s culture Then realize you can’t do it like we do And call it uncivilized and barbaric And anything before your story I mean history is oral based mythology Never mind that You’ve confused dark skinned societies that they have pockets too deep in their baggy jeans and a recessive nature in their biology But let’s speak truth Psychology states A bully ill-treats someone they desire to be like I know dudes who play golf that wanted to be like mike Actually invested in a kit and purchased a ball To find out their hands along with something downstairs being too small You know what they say Middle ground Surface area Black lives matter White matter No man’s land Grey matter

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They got calculators and rulers But the measures are wrong From a scale of perfect to trying You can’t be too much He, looked up to, was let down at some point The fine point of a sharp pencil A double edged sword Who is mightier She that serves her purpose and stops with the comparison Yes the libra scale see saws But can’t comprehend What the sea saw The final piece of this jigsaw When the zig zag of you life line Speaks life from a smelly breathe seeking a tic tac but your still beautiful this time An average person takes about 2000 steps from pacing to chasing the Mark Set for them to Go! racing In a day you enter more days than you can count, look through more windows than the sun can shine through over an about So you know what? You’ve reached countless destinations Even as you carry procrastination You’ve woken up despite continuous sleep temptations You’ve breathed life into your ambition escaping stagnation And I know you travel at light speeds but here’s a little push proclamation To practice, remember or distract yourself when waiting at the station “The greatest exhilaration stems from self realization based towards who one can be and not who one should be” Peace Love & Happiness •Nostalgic•

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May 30, 2019

May 30, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC

Worth.

They got calculators and rulers But the measures are wrong From a scale of perfect to trying You can’t be too much He, looked up to, was let down at some point The fine point of a sharp pencil A double edged sword Who is mightier She that serves her purpose and stops with the comparison Yes the libra scale see saws But can’t comprehend What the sea saw The final piece of this jigsaw When the zig zag of you life line Speaks life from a smelly breathe seeking a tic tac but your still beautiful this time An average person takes about 2000 steps from pacing to chasing the Mark Set for them to Go! racing In a day you enter more days than you can count, look through more windows than the sun can shine through over an about So you know what? You’ve reached countless destinations Even as you carry procrastination You’ve woken up despite continuous sleep temptations You’ve breathed life into your ambition escaping stagnation And I know you travel at light speeds but here’s a little push proclamation To practice, remember or distract yourself when waiting at the station “The greatest exhilaration stems from self realization based towards who one can be and not who one should be” Peace Love & Happiness •Nostalgic•

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Haze. Cloud formation 9 degrees from location I can’t see the formation Of fear adopting me from temptation It wasn’t honor or pride It’s fear of what consequence resides The naked plush of a lustful rush In the trippy black out emphasized by my friend’s paintbrush I’ve never thought fantasy could be escalated seems I’ve hit a milestone I’ve shot up a dragon ride home Now I’m excited by warmth and fascinated by combs I’ve never wandered the medieval before That’s why I stuck to game of thrones My minds been freed My body, imprisoned It can’t be explained but it’s nothing depicted in illustrated predictions of purple, red and off key balance as seen in pulp fiction They say drug use is escapism Acid burnt down the bars of social anxiety disorders and confines of 3rd dimensional prisms Left bare dialectical materialism Molly taught me how to make friends While your sobriety made you prone to solipsism This was always what I’d imagined it to be When I close my eyes and see For a while I had looked over the wall than walk through the gate Always drew the solution with stick to sand but never went into the maze Always window shopped the shoes But never tried them on to walked the way Perhaps it’s a common laymen’s phrase That drugs are a paradise lost in the haze.

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May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC

HAZE.

Haze. Cloud formation 9 degrees from location I can’t see the formation Of fear adopting me from temptation It wasn’t honor or pride It’s fear of what consequence resides The naked plush of a lustful rush In the trippy black out emphasized by my friend’s paintbrush I’ve never thought fantasy could be escalated seems I’ve hit a milestone I’ve shot up a dragon ride home Now I’m excited by warmth and fascinated by combs I’ve never wandered the medieval before That’s why I stuck to game of thrones My minds been freed My body, imprisoned It can’t be explained but it’s nothing depicted in illustrated predictions of purple, red and off key balance as seen in pulp fiction They say drug use is escapism Acid burnt down the bars of social anxiety disorders and confines of 3rd dimensional prisms Left bare dialectical materialism Molly taught me how to make friends While your sobriety made you prone to solipsism This was always what I’d imagined it to be When I close my eyes and see For a while I had looked over the wall than walk through the gate Always drew the solution with stick to sand but never went into the maze Always window shopped the shoes But never tried them on to walked the way Perhaps it’s a common laymen’s phrase That drugs are a paradise lost in the haze.

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Perfection doesn’t exist It’s a non-existing standard we can define by nothing more than our desperation and pursuit of completion It’s deluding and is painful to bare, in fact letting of go of it opens up so many pores of acceptance and contentment without hindering ones ambition of aspiration One shouldn’t go with the other Perfection is not meant to go hand in hand with ambition In fact the healthiest more achievable form of ambition is that which exist without the *********** of perfection in its walls and foundation Ambition is healthy, the idea of perfection on the other hand is dangerous and so mythological that it causes a great deal of inadequacy to those that still hold on to its empty promises. Let us produce great results, great being the profound collective exchange between good and bad, happy and sad, what is positive and what is negative These are not opposing forces, that’s what perfection has convinced us of, they are parallel systems of reality that make and break it equally, as one cannot exist without the other in specific instance Belief in perfection is as dangerous in a mentally ill person’s conviction to jump off a sky scrapper believing he can fly, it’s becomes more damaging the more we believe in it. Perfection is not peaceful it is stagnant, it’s monotonous and deceptive In fact perfection is cruel because it convinces is of a reality we seek and pursue when we can’t even imagine It has no beginning nor an ending because that’d process and progress Meaning perfection in a reality of progress never was and will never be but doesn’t want you to believe that, in fact the only thing that brought perfection into conception and gave it the nerve to even exist in our reality as the theory it exists on is the falsehood it’s made a home of in our hearts and in our souls, that’s why it’s hard to imagine but even harder to get rid of and eradicate.

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC

Perfect

Perfection doesn’t exist It’s a non-existing standard we can define by nothing more than our desperation and pursuit of completion It’s deluding and is painful to bare, in fact letting of go of it opens up so many pores of acceptance and contentment without hindering ones ambition of aspiration One shouldn’t go with the other Perfection is not meant to go hand in hand with ambition In fact the healthiest more achievable form of ambition is that which exist without the *********** of perfection in its walls and foundation Ambition is healthy, the idea of perfection on the other hand is dangerous and so mythological that it causes a great deal of inadequacy to those that still hold on to its empty promises. Let us produce great results, great being the profound collective exchange between good and bad, happy and sad, what is positive and what is negative These are not opposing forces, that’s what perfection has convinced us of, they are parallel systems of reality that make and break it equally, as one cannot exist without the other in specific instance Belief in perfection is as dangerous in a mentally ill person’s conviction to jump off a sky scrapper believing he can fly, it’s becomes more damaging the more we believe in it. Perfection is not peaceful it is stagnant, it’s monotonous and deceptive In fact perfection is cruel because it convinces is of a reality we seek and pursue when we can’t even imagine It has no beginning nor an ending because that’d process and progress Meaning perfection in a reality of progress never was and will never be but doesn’t want you to believe that, in fact the only thing that brought perfection into conception and gave it the nerve to even exist in our reality as the theory it exists on is the falsehood it’s made a home of in our hearts and in our souls, that’s why it’s hard to imagine but even harder to get rid of and eradicate.

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Can’t sleep Do you expect me to What would you do? Heart-ache and temple throbbing For Pete sake and hood of Robben We argued, about an hour ago But not like we used to This became personal It was too soon... You feared you lost me And I swore I didn’t know you I hate this Every part of it Every segment of it Can it be personified Have a mind of it's own So it can be filled with lies So I can hate it’s guts So my hatred can’t be swallowed So you doesn’t enter your pie and leave out your **** I’m hating what these questions have become Because certain answers we fear and lived avoiding some I hope you never leave But that you constantly come May I be a home for you May you love me like you did yesterday So in your palm I may hide And on my chest you may rest.

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Mar 20, 2019

Mar 20, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC

Can’t sleep

Can’t sleep Do you expect me to What would you do? Heart-ache and temple throbbing For Pete sake and hood of Robben We argued, about an hour ago But not like we used to This became personal It was too soon... You feared you lost me And I swore I didn’t know you I hate this Every part of it Every segment of it Can it be personified Have a mind of it's own So it can be filled with lies So I can hate it’s guts So my hatred can’t be swallowed So you doesn’t enter your pie and leave out your **** I’m hating what these questions have become Because certain answers we fear and lived avoiding some I hope you never leave But that you constantly come May I be a home for you May you love me like you did yesterday So in your palm I may hide And on my chest you may rest.

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Boundless I usually confine myself to expectations Rhyme schemes What people could think of me And try my level best to do more than necessary to deliver a specific thought... You know... Because we are told we can control that much But not this time No confined spaces No worries about whether the sound of my name summons a smile or spark of light and life in others Especially when I can no longer feel “this little light of mine” shining from inside In fact now I’m boundless Perhaps an understatement for random Never mind living I’ll focus on my breathing Touching peoples lives might be too much of a stretch My arms tire My palms can’t sweat no longer harvesting fruits not from my ***** A true vacation is one where a break is from your phone Like really Stupid device has me typing my intentions to go on an hiatus when each pop-up from Instagram of WhatsApp has me on the edge of my seat This circle shall be drawn free hand Boundless Keep your expectations and acknowledgment of my presence I can smile towards the world without your greetings and salutations **** it! That was hypocritical Perhaps change in a boundless form is a growing state of mind rather than a drastic change of pattern through time **** it!! Rhyme scheme had me again this time. Boundless.

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC

Boundless...

Boundless I usually confine myself to expectations Rhyme schemes What people could think of me And try my level best to do more than necessary to deliver a specific thought... You know... Because we are told we can control that much But not this time No confined spaces No worries about whether the sound of my name summons a smile or spark of light and life in others Especially when I can no longer feel “this little light of mine” shining from inside In fact now I’m boundless Perhaps an understatement for random Never mind living I’ll focus on my breathing Touching peoples lives might be too much of a stretch My arms tire My palms can’t sweat no longer harvesting fruits not from my ***** A true vacation is one where a break is from your phone Like really Stupid device has me typing my intentions to go on an hiatus when each pop-up from Instagram of WhatsApp has me on the edge of my seat This circle shall be drawn free hand Boundless Keep your expectations and acknowledgment of my presence I can smile towards the world without your greetings and salutations **** it! That was hypocritical Perhaps change in a boundless form is a growing state of mind rather than a drastic change of pattern through time **** it!! Rhyme scheme had me again this time. Boundless.

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Did you see it? No you didn’t... Your blink caused you to miss an entire existence Now your perspective remains Unchanged Stagnant Remains still A lake You thought it was peaceful But it’s unhindered It doesn’t grow Stretches not Selfish are you That refuses a pursuit to truth Now turmoil bleeds Unseeded Apollo of the assassins creed Rocky benches where of the Forrest Gumps, between the Forestry dump Are you better now? Does the air claim refuge in your breathe Your lungs together build an X-marked chest Stand straight don’t disrespect me Don’t let the apple choke your throat Adam You blamed Eve for feeling indifferent yet you stand with a snake entangled around your spinal matrix Incarnation is basic I played capitalistic monopoly with a previous life’s manifested chess piece Do you dare to dream.

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC

Oily stream...

Did you see it? No you didn’t... Your blink caused you to miss an entire existence Now your perspective remains Unchanged Stagnant Remains still A lake You thought it was peaceful But it’s unhindered It doesn’t grow Stretches not Selfish are you That refuses a pursuit to truth Now turmoil bleeds Unseeded Apollo of the assassins creed Rocky benches where of the Forrest Gumps, between the Forestry dump Are you better now? Does the air claim refuge in your breathe Your lungs together build an X-marked chest Stand straight don’t disrespect me Don’t let the apple choke your throat Adam You blamed Eve for feeling indifferent yet you stand with a snake entangled around your spinal matrix Incarnation is basic I played capitalistic monopoly with a previous life’s manifested chess piece Do you dare to dream.

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Short poem This poem is short A short poem for you If life was long This poem would be too You can only be this short To read this poem If your are myopic See in the short distance Then these words you might notice Short poem for you close friends and distant foes Short poem for your quick thirst Mirage in the distance Made futile by camel toes This is a short poem Hey tall people, this ain’t for you Skyscrapers to the side we can’t see the stars This is compassion for the vertically disabled That can do flips under the bed and hands stands under coffee tables Those who’s lack in height is always made subject Referred to as cute because beautiful is too high to put to effect Short people, don’t forget, God allows things to grow until they become perfect.

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Nov 17, 2018

Nov 17, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC

Short poem

Short poem This poem is short A short poem for you If life was long This poem would be too You can only be this short To read this poem If your are myopic See in the short distance Then these words you might notice Short poem for you close friends and distant foes Short poem for your quick thirst Mirage in the distance Made futile by camel toes This is a short poem Hey tall people, this ain’t for you Skyscrapers to the side we can’t see the stars This is compassion for the vertically disabled That can do flips under the bed and hands stands under coffee tables Those who’s lack in height is always made subject Referred to as cute because beautiful is too high to put to effect Short people, don’t forget, God allows things to grow until they become perfect.

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