kenedy-ell - Hello Poetry

You and I, We are merely specks. Specks of nothingness. This world Has two kinds of people. People who are Everything to Everyone. And people who are Nothingness and Nonexistent. My friend, I tell you once more, We are the second kind. You and I, We are merely specks. Specks of nonexistent Dust.

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC

Specks of Dust

You and I, We are merely specks. Specks of nothingness. This world Has two kinds of people. People who are Everything to Everyone. And people who are Nothingness and Nonexistent. My friend, I tell you once more, We are the second kind. You and I, We are merely specks. Specks of nonexistent Dust.

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Reality is not what I see I know this. Yet, I believe what comes before me What my eyes scan. I know it is merely my mind Playing tricks It wants to fool me And laugh while I struggle through the images. I know this. Yet, I do nothing to change it. My insanity is my escape It is my way out of reality Out of my repetitive excuse of life And I feel sane in the world of the insane I know my world is a paradox Yet, I never want to leave it. I anticipate that without me It will begin to die away. My world of insanity Of my escape.

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC

Insanity

Reality is not what I see I know this. Yet, I believe what comes before me What my eyes scan. I know it is merely my mind Playing tricks It wants to fool me And laugh while I struggle through the images. I know this. Yet, I do nothing to change it. My insanity is my escape It is my way out of reality Out of my repetitive excuse of life And I feel sane in the world of the insane I know my world is a paradox Yet, I never want to leave it. I anticipate that without me It will begin to die away. My world of insanity Of my escape.

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It's described as suffering Distress. Some people don't know what it means To feel pain. Its not a graze on the knee Or a broken arm. Pain is . . . Well, it's much more than that. It's when you hurt so much that it's impossible to stand. When you can't talk without People hearing your voice tremble Or seeing your lips quiver. I'm in pain. Because I loved him. I loved him. I did, and now he's gone. And I hurt, I hurt more than I thought it was possible to hurt. This is true pain.

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC

Pain

It's described as suffering Distress. Some people don't know what it means To feel pain. Its not a graze on the knee Or a broken arm. Pain is . . . Well, it's much more than that. It's when you hurt so much that it's impossible to stand. When you can't talk without People hearing your voice tremble Or seeing your lips quiver. I'm in pain. Because I loved him. I loved him. I did, and now he's gone. And I hurt, I hurt more than I thought it was possible to hurt. This is true pain.

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I see Squirrels Filling their mouths With nuts, And scampering to Their tree to Hide them, Store them away for winter. Deep in the Woods, Bears begin to hibernate. Near the river, Beavers are putting The finishing touches Onto their dam. All for the coming winter. Me? I have all I need To keep me Company. I have my Cozy, warm bed. A cup of Hot chocolate or tea. And last but not least, My books.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC

The Coming Winter

I see Squirrels Filling their mouths With nuts, And scampering to Their tree to Hide them, Store them away for winter. Deep in the Woods, Bears begin to hibernate. Near the river, Beavers are putting The finishing touches Onto their dam. All for the coming winter. Me? I have all I need To keep me Company. I have my Cozy, warm bed. A cup of Hot chocolate or tea. And last but not least, My books.

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They are said To be Just whitness in The sky. That's not how I see them. To me, They are White fluffs of Cotton candy That bring me The wetness of Rain. To me, They are Images that move. Shift. That bring me The clash of Thunder. To me, They are What makes looking At the sky worthit. 'Cause without Those cotton ***** There is only A ceiling of Blue. To me, They are The Sky.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC

Clouds

They are said To be Just whitness in The sky. That's not how I see them. To me, They are White fluffs of Cotton candy That bring me The wetness of Rain. To me, They are Images that move. Shift. That bring me The clash of Thunder. To me, They are What makes looking At the sky worthit. 'Cause without Those cotton ***** There is only A ceiling of Blue. To me, They are The Sky.

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Imagination. What is it, But the mind's Ability to Create.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC

Imagination.

Imagination. What is it, But the mind's Ability to Create.

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They keep me up All night. 'Cause I can't help But wonder What the golden rising sun Brings me tomorrow . What will be awaiting me? I do not know. And that's when The worrying begins. Will I lose someone I love? Will I be strong enough to get through? Will I be able to see the shining constellation of stars? Will I be able to walk to my favorite spot near the river? Will I be able to say I love you? Will I be able to hear the sounds of nature? That's when I Realize, Will I rise to a tomorrow?

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC

My Thoughts

They keep me up All night. 'Cause I can't help But wonder What the golden rising sun Brings me tomorrow . What will be awaiting me? I do not know. And that's when The worrying begins. Will I lose someone I love? Will I be strong enough to get through? Will I be able to see the shining constellation of stars? Will I be able to walk to my favorite spot near the river? Will I be able to say I love you? Will I be able to hear the sounds of nature? That's when I Realize, Will I rise to a tomorrow?

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I Wear A Mask Of Lies. I am not The person You think I am. I am not that Joyous, radiant Girl. Nor am I that Playful, vigorous Girl. Nor am I that girl Who laughed at every joke Ever told. I am but the girl Behind those masks. The girl Hidden Deep within. I am but the girl Who is Weak. Who lets the Agonizing pain Tear her apart. Limb By Limb. Who is Full of secrets. Secrets no other Knows. Secrets that threaten The existence Of Me. Life. So Fragile. So Frail. I am but the girl Who hides Behind A Mask Of Lies.

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC

I Wear A Mask Of Lies

I Wear A Mask Of Lies. I am not The person You think I am. I am not that Joyous, radiant Girl. Nor am I that Playful, vigorous Girl. Nor am I that girl Who laughed at every joke Ever told. I am but the girl Behind those masks. The girl Hidden Deep within. I am but the girl Who is Weak. Who lets the Agonizing pain Tear her apart. Limb By Limb. Who is Full of secrets. Secrets no other Knows. Secrets that threaten The existence Of Me. Life. So Fragile. So Frail. I am but the girl Who hides Behind A Mask Of Lies.

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I hold them In my hands Only to treasure them Always. They are but The life of me. They are but The life of me. Nothing more, Nothing less. I open them Only to see Words of Beauty. I sniff them Only to detect The fragrance Only they Behold. They are but The life of me. They are but The life of me. Nothing more, Nothing less. Yet, What I charish Most of all. The radiant energy Of what lies Within. The thrilling sensation Of what lies Within. They are but The life of me. They are but The life of me. Nothing more, Nothing less.

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC

The Life Of Me

I hold them In my hands Only to treasure them Always. They are but The life of me. They are but The life of me. Nothing more, Nothing less. I open them Only to see Words of Beauty. I sniff them Only to detect The fragrance Only they Behold. They are but The life of me. They are but The life of me. Nothing more, Nothing less. Yet, What I charish Most of all. The radiant energy Of what lies Within. The thrilling sensation Of what lies Within. They are but The life of me. They are but The life of me. Nothing more, Nothing less.

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Freedom Means The power Or right To act, Speak, Or think As one wants Without Restraint. Freedom is being Able to soar In the sky With the wind Blowing in your face Without having your wings tied. Freedom Is what we don't have enough of In this world.

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC

Freedom

Freedom Means The power Or right To act, Speak, Or think As one wants Without Restraint. Freedom is being Able to soar In the sky With the wind Blowing in your face Without having your wings tied. Freedom Is what we don't have enough of In this world.

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