jimmy-solanki - Hello Poetry

I was born A raised fist A superman A self-esteem built through Tender love I was born A commitment A future My eyes carried a flame inherited Relentless struggle Scars and shadows that underlines Everything that we are As time leaves us behind I understand My fists opened up They come together In a series of Shame and regret Missed opportunity A wasted life Wasted dreams when I heard Nothing because I closed my ears Shut my eyes Spoke no more Dead outside as within I understand but I cannot Accept Reject this being with all its glory Glory and an endless sob story I was born with a flame I will extinguish it Keep the coal warm till it crumbles With the ashes let another write Write my sins down to remember Write me down to remember Remember Fist Fire Forging dreams Feeling love Forgiveness is a gift I refuse to take with me Remember to bury me under Flowers of Passion Remember to bury me

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC

Remember I was born

I was born A raised fist A superman A self-esteem built through Tender love I was born A commitment A future My eyes carried a flame inherited Relentless struggle Scars and shadows that underlines Everything that we are As time leaves us behind I understand My fists opened up They come together In a series of Shame and regret Missed opportunity A wasted life Wasted dreams when I heard Nothing because I closed my ears Shut my eyes Spoke no more Dead outside as within I understand but I cannot Accept Reject this being with all its glory Glory and an endless sob story I was born with a flame I will extinguish it Keep the coal warm till it crumbles With the ashes let another write Write my sins down to remember Write me down to remember Remember Fist Fire Forging dreams Feeling love Forgiveness is a gift I refuse to take with me Remember to bury me under Flowers of Passion Remember to bury me

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Returning a favor I had once owed someone Much more than all of this More than all of me Returning the favor I had once seen far and wide Feelings my spirit screamed for Trembling Overwhelmed Innocuous as it seems I have owed others too They who turn the wheels On this broken down station wagon Crank it up Or slow it down I had once heard Deeply, freely Music that emerged Cacophony unbalanced But innocence immaculate Returning the favor As I return to where I was Holiday's over But as I return home Something has changed The sounds of musicals Something has changed Ineffable, invincible I have owed a lot I hope I've given enough

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC

Enough

Returning a favor I had once owed someone Much more than all of this More than all of me Returning the favor I had once seen far and wide Feelings my spirit screamed for Trembling Overwhelmed Innocuous as it seems I have owed others too They who turn the wheels On this broken down station wagon Crank it up Or slow it down I had once heard Deeply, freely Music that emerged Cacophony unbalanced But innocence immaculate Returning the favor As I return to where I was Holiday's over But as I return home Something has changed The sounds of musicals Something has changed Ineffable, invincible I have owed a lot I hope I've given enough

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When my old friend Walks through the door He's come a long way with me Constant companion My fiercest combatant An old corollary Of my ****** up existence I simply take him Close in my arms And rest while weeping tales away Waiting till he wanders off And someday he'll be back again I just wish When my old friend revisits I'm jolly stocked with hearty ale And songs to sing of old and new

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC

An Old Mate

When my old friend Walks through the door He's come a long way with me Constant companion My fiercest combatant An old corollary Of my ****** up existence I simply take him Close in my arms And rest while weeping tales away Waiting till he wanders off And someday he'll be back again I just wish When my old friend revisits I'm jolly stocked with hearty ale And songs to sing of old and new

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With my bones I made a cage I wanted to keep you safe But who knew I'd be dangerously close To drift off, drift off in space So I tore the cage apart And you went back to the start But who knew you'd tether me down Tied down with the strings of your heart And you unravel Unravel till the end of time And I drift off Hoping I could see you once again As you were

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC

Cage

With my bones I made a cage I wanted to keep you safe But who knew I'd be dangerously close To drift off, drift off in space So I tore the cage apart And you went back to the start But who knew you'd tether me down Tied down with the strings of your heart And you unravel Unravel till the end of time And I drift off Hoping I could see you once again As you were

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I never have loved Playing with words on my mouth They're a lavish redundancy I merely write them To stop an overflow So my dams do not crack Where I nurture reservoirs of Everything So I will not speak out loud I shall let my fingers Whisper a word Or an emotion A long lost feeling Or its phantom Uncertain, yet not absolutely so I shall let my lips touch you so Subtly as the first and last vestiges of sunlight I shall let my soul move you in ways you have never imagined And oh so softly and gently I shall let my eyes open to you Gaze deeper inside yours as can be Whispering the same thing Over and over and over I shall speak only what is important And even so, it shall only be repeating Repeating everything I would have already said

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC

Speak

I never have loved Playing with words on my mouth They're a lavish redundancy I merely write them To stop an overflow So my dams do not crack Where I nurture reservoirs of Everything So I will not speak out loud I shall let my fingers Whisper a word Or an emotion A long lost feeling Or its phantom Uncertain, yet not absolutely so I shall let my lips touch you so Subtly as the first and last vestiges of sunlight I shall let my soul move you in ways you have never imagined And oh so softly and gently I shall let my eyes open to you Gaze deeper inside yours as can be Whispering the same thing Over and over and over I shall speak only what is important And even so, it shall only be repeating Repeating everything I would have already said

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A mouthpiece of unknown origins Reminiscent of scents The definition of the soil in my skin And a part of every womb That gave shelter to each one of us I carry this Every day, oblivious I carry these Stories of a barren world The definition of the soil in my skin And a part of every mouth That kissed your soul within And gave you redemption Bonded to the land To its owners and managers It's rightful heirs If rights were godly To its owners and tyrants Every day I carry that Little part of my people The **** on earth

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC

Stories of Silence

A mouthpiece of unknown origins Reminiscent of scents The definition of the soil in my skin And a part of every womb That gave shelter to each one of us I carry this Every day, oblivious I carry these Stories of a barren world The definition of the soil in my skin And a part of every mouth That kissed your soul within And gave you redemption Bonded to the land To its owners and managers It's rightful heirs If rights were godly To its owners and tyrants Every day I carry that Little part of my people The **** on earth

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What is my motherland? Is it the dust that ravages my lungs Or the bones of my ancestors Humming softly the old and forgotten What is my motherland? Is it where I was born? A piece of land, a group of people? Or is it the place where It's mothers are graded In layers Where some wombs only give birth To sub humans Where some wombs are scarred Born from the ashes of a thousand dreams burnt down I'm a survivor Of all they could throw at you Of all their insults The predicament My mother's womb that withstood all it could And some more They tell me this is my land That it is my mother The birth giver and sustainer of life I spit on their faces My motherland never was this piece of land Or the people who **** on its soul Each and every day My people lived in a different world On this piece of land where we were worse than animals to you Where is my motherland? I have none Robbed of it since my birth Where is my motherland? But in the hearts of all who are like me Set in stone Yet defying gravity

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC

Motherland

What is my motherland? Is it the dust that ravages my lungs Or the bones of my ancestors Humming softly the old and forgotten What is my motherland? Is it where I was born? A piece of land, a group of people? Or is it the place where It's mothers are graded In layers Where some wombs only give birth To sub humans Where some wombs are scarred Born from the ashes of a thousand dreams burnt down I'm a survivor Of all they could throw at you Of all their insults The predicament My mother's womb that withstood all it could And some more They tell me this is my land That it is my mother The birth giver and sustainer of life I spit on their faces My motherland never was this piece of land Or the people who **** on its soul Each and every day My people lived in a different world On this piece of land where we were worse than animals to you Where is my motherland? I have none Robbed of it since my birth Where is my motherland? But in the hearts of all who are like me Set in stone Yet defying gravity

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They say you are born Naked, with no identity No name And no face Like any other You are born, crying A brand new star Another unknown amalgamation of all that gives life A fresh start But not to everyone For some of us Are born closer to the earth A genetic result of a thousand generations Manifesting its way into marks on my being Unseen Unknown Unwanted We have a name for us By Birth Wherein we are doomed to the fires of hell If hell were on Earth And it is here for us A simple cage with no bars The burden of a thousand years And markings made by routine Justified by the Great Souls Deeming it but mere control And even if I change Resist and break They say I was born this way That my mother's womb has left indelible marks I can never erase A curse that made me wonder Should I have been born at all? To feel as deserving as literal baloney Never to be touched Never to be felt Never to be heard Never to be seen Dehumanized to an extent where I cannot even believe any more that the sky is blue Or that there exists the air around me which I need to breathe, to live I'm no more than a pollutant Upon the back of whom this world works But who never sees the light above Who was supposed to be filtered away into oblivion Who was always supposed to be the nonentity The stubborn stain that will not go away I can never erase My name My identity Even if I pretend Or literally rip the skin off my face and wear another If I achieve anything in this world I shall be put up on a wall to showcase The marks my mother's womb left The marks that I can never erase For some of us were born to hug the earth Make it our home and heart The backbone of this whole wide world The wombs that faced physical retribution and degradation Of the cruelest kind possible To be told you can never be better Than irrelevant specks of dust Swept beneath an apologetic herd For some of us are born closer to the earth I bear my marks with shame no more I shall take what was mine I shall bow no more

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Nov 17, 2015

Nov 17, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC

Marks

They say you are born Naked, with no identity No name And no face Like any other You are born, crying A brand new star Another unknown amalgamation of all that gives life A fresh start But not to everyone For some of us Are born closer to the earth A genetic result of a thousand generations Manifesting its way into marks on my being Unseen Unknown Unwanted We have a name for us By Birth Wherein we are doomed to the fires of hell If hell were on Earth And it is here for us A simple cage with no bars The burden of a thousand years And markings made by routine Justified by the Great Souls Deeming it but mere control And even if I change Resist and break They say I was born this way That my mother's womb has left indelible marks I can never erase A curse that made me wonder Should I have been born at all? To feel as deserving as literal baloney Never to be touched Never to be felt Never to be heard Never to be seen Dehumanized to an extent where I cannot even believe any more that the sky is blue Or that there exists the air around me which I need to breathe, to live I'm no more than a pollutant Upon the back of whom this world works But who never sees the light above Who was supposed to be filtered away into oblivion Who was always supposed to be the nonentity The stubborn stain that will not go away I can never erase My name My identity Even if I pretend Or literally rip the skin off my face and wear another If I achieve anything in this world I shall be put up on a wall to showcase The marks my mother's womb left The marks that I can never erase For some of us were born to hug the earth Make it our home and heart The backbone of this whole wide world The wombs that faced physical retribution and degradation Of the cruelest kind possible To be told you can never be better Than irrelevant specks of dust Swept beneath an apologetic herd For some of us are born closer to the earth I bear my marks with shame no more I shall take what was mine I shall bow no more

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Not equal We are not born equal I'm born in a naked cage Open hostilities A crown of thorns etched into our being Namelessness is considered a gift We are not born equal The weight of expectations The brunt of brutal suppression Of our existence Is incomparable The pain that we never deserved Yet is destined for us Religion defined me Contained me Yet changing it Abandoning it Does not break my chains Often I wonder When people cannot realize The wholesale selling of humanity

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Nov 17, 2015

Nov 17, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC

We are not Born Equal

Not equal We are not born equal I'm born in a naked cage Open hostilities A crown of thorns etched into our being Namelessness is considered a gift We are not born equal The weight of expectations The brunt of brutal suppression Of our existence Is incomparable The pain that we never deserved Yet is destined for us Religion defined me Contained me Yet changing it Abandoning it Does not break my chains Often I wonder When people cannot realize The wholesale selling of humanity

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Silver A crooked back beneath An epiphany Of scars and the toil Of generations Dancing through the veil Of destruction Shiver A pedestal behind The curtains of dark embodiments The tragedy of life Of generations Dancing through the veil Of destruction Moonlight The bleeding death of a collapse Unending Silent Misdemeanor finally revealed Dancing through the veil Of destruction

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC

Silver

Silver A crooked back beneath An epiphany Of scars and the toil Of generations Dancing through the veil Of destruction Shiver A pedestal behind The curtains of dark embodiments The tragedy of life Of generations Dancing through the veil Of destruction Moonlight The bleeding death of a collapse Unending Silent Misdemeanor finally revealed Dancing through the veil Of destruction

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