keshan - Hello Poetry

~Love's Arguments~ Nostalgia reminds, regrets accrue Tears stain, emotions reign Grasps erratic, hands uncertain Despaired concerns, a heart wrenched Lies appease, future truths. Distance abundant, doubts excessive Pace slows, feet lead ahead Evasive glances, assumptions severing Dependence realised, apologies strained Care aches, departing thoughts resign. Direction bemused, frustrations perplexed Discussions flow, arguments resist Audible voices, silenced ignorance Compromise imposed, stubbornness persisting Selfishness bare, exception quells. Relations worn, exhaustion contaminates Schedules busy, rest prevents Messages brief, balance unfound Attention returned, neglect reflecting Impulse wary, arms wonder. Questions buoyant, answers flounder Routine predictable, suspense escapes Seats reserved, places unknown A shoulder proffered, a face burrowing Love's monotony, time appreciates.

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May 18, 2018

May 18, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC

keshan

~Love's Arguments,~

~Love's Arguments~ Nostalgia reminds, regrets accrue Tears stain, emotions reign Grasps erratic, hands uncertain Despaired concerns, a heart wrenched Lies appease, future truths. Distance abundant, doubts excessive Pace slows, feet lead ahead Evasive glances, assumptions severing Dependence realised, apologies strained Care aches, departing thoughts resign. Direction bemused, frustrations perplexed Discussions flow, arguments resist Audible voices, silenced ignorance Compromise imposed, stubbornness persisting Selfishness bare, exception quells. Relations worn, exhaustion contaminates Schedules busy, rest prevents Messages brief, balance unfound Attention returned, neglect reflecting Impulse wary, arms wonder. Questions buoyant, answers flounder Routine predictable, suspense escapes Seats reserved, places unknown A shoulder proffered, a face burrowing Love's monotony, time appreciates.

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Blurred sights, clarity remains Rebelliousness nonexistent, sometimes a ray Associations a downfall, leading astray Numbness soothing, until panic soars Attendance to depart, ensuring departure. Unsteady legs, balanced steps A poured escape, drowning in regret Unnoticed presence, disturbed by familiarity Speech absorbed, uninterpreted Purpose defeated, knowing the unknown. Emotions fluctuate, care constant Emptiness filled, with concentrated sips Excessive consciousness, a poor act Elaborations fluent, betrayed by a stench Erroneous responses, beckoning distance. Mental lapses, memories stored Glass drained, a purchase to be made Uncontrolled motions, perceived to be intentional 'Disappointment' echoing, volumes relentless A pond of thoughts left, to a lonesome ponder. Loss envelopes, relations sustained Shards scatter, threatening flesh Invisible tears, sodden spirits A fated meeting, a choice afforded An inebriated promise; a sober agreement.

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

keshan

~A Promise, to Keep~

Blurred sights, clarity remains Rebelliousness nonexistent, sometimes a ray Associations a downfall, leading astray Numbness soothing, until panic soars Attendance to depart, ensuring departure. Unsteady legs, balanced steps A poured escape, drowning in regret Unnoticed presence, disturbed by familiarity Speech absorbed, uninterpreted Purpose defeated, knowing the unknown. Emotions fluctuate, care constant Emptiness filled, with concentrated sips Excessive consciousness, a poor act Elaborations fluent, betrayed by a stench Erroneous responses, beckoning distance. Mental lapses, memories stored Glass drained, a purchase to be made Uncontrolled motions, perceived to be intentional 'Disappointment' echoing, volumes relentless A pond of thoughts left, to a lonesome ponder. Loss envelopes, relations sustained Shards scatter, threatening flesh Invisible tears, sodden spirits A fated meeting, a choice afforded An inebriated promise; a sober agreement.

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Blood that oozes, hands that scar Blows that begun, interminable A cause known, innocence forgotten Audible screams, silenced by repetition Destruction chosen, fear discarded. Acknowledgment, does none bear Witnesses seen, sightless to recall Scabs that remind, require time Console unwelcome, forgiveness unwarranted Impulse pursued, a pulse influenced. Tears dried, by tears shed A perpetrator fallen to prey Weakness shown through labored breath Relent almost tempted by repent Hope forgone, consciousness, a luxury. A semblance of sanity restored through agony A tree uprooted, preventing further anguish The eyes of a sadist, pleading for an end Vengeance fed through each severed limb Victims chosen, collateral, a curse. A livid corpse staring at the skies Discovered only to be a headline Justice imposed by a civilian, chastised by an incompetent system Whilst condoned by mourners Violence and peace can not coexist.

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Jun 19, 2017

Jun 19, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC

keshan

~A Victim; A Perpetrator~

Blood that oozes, hands that scar Blows that begun, interminable A cause known, innocence forgotten Audible screams, silenced by repetition Destruction chosen, fear discarded. Acknowledgment, does none bear Witnesses seen, sightless to recall Scabs that remind, require time Console unwelcome, forgiveness unwarranted Impulse pursued, a pulse influenced. Tears dried, by tears shed A perpetrator fallen to prey Weakness shown through labored breath Relent almost tempted by repent Hope forgone, consciousness, a luxury. A semblance of sanity restored through agony A tree uprooted, preventing further anguish The eyes of a sadist, pleading for an end Vengeance fed through each severed limb Victims chosen, collateral, a curse. A livid corpse staring at the skies Discovered only to be a headline Justice imposed by a civilian, chastised by an incompetent system Whilst condoned by mourners Violence and peace can not coexist.

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A tense mind, forsaking abilities Days passed can not be recovered The suffering brought upon, by choice Fear arisen at the thought of the inevitable I scorn at my sight; their pride, mistaken. Excuses granting an escape, to relinquish Forces I seek, to deny that which could have been Regret masked, by an expression unseen A promise to change, unmet by time's progress Lies spoken; their trust, misplaced. A resolve is thought, a distraction is discovered A minute becomes an hour, an hour, a day The effort becomes insuperable - the load does burden To find others, does alleviate A sleepless night, my own cause; perseverance, they presume. An unsteady hand, prepares notes anew Legibility is minimal, as panic progresses Absorption is improbable - an attempt at redemption, in vain Expletives remembered, relevant now A head that aches; difficulty, they concede. Eyes wake, pleading for rest A disheveled appearance, hides no worry The many lines crammed, indistinguishable A dire situation, chiseling a cheat Failure admitted; their forgiveness, undeserving.

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May 8, 2017

May 8, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC

keshan

~Procrastination~

A tense mind, forsaking abilities Days passed can not be recovered The suffering brought upon, by choice Fear arisen at the thought of the inevitable I scorn at my sight; their pride, mistaken. Excuses granting an escape, to relinquish Forces I seek, to deny that which could have been Regret masked, by an expression unseen A promise to change, unmet by time's progress Lies spoken; their trust, misplaced. A resolve is thought, a distraction is discovered A minute becomes an hour, an hour, a day The effort becomes insuperable - the load does burden To find others, does alleviate A sleepless night, my own cause; perseverance, they presume. An unsteady hand, prepares notes anew Legibility is minimal, as panic progresses Absorption is improbable - an attempt at redemption, in vain Expletives remembered, relevant now A head that aches; difficulty, they concede. Eyes wake, pleading for rest A disheveled appearance, hides no worry The many lines crammed, indistinguishable A dire situation, chiseling a cheat Failure admitted; their forgiveness, undeserving.

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My actions not taught, learnt Choices of bliss blind to regret Inhalation an act of betrayal Exhalation succumbing a conscience Unsupervised time; irresponsible beings. Fear overcome, discipline disappeared The second eased by the first My body a temple, tarnished by a whiff Remarks held true, fall to a lack of structure Pride spoken, unknowingly. Morals condemn my sight Preach do I, with no bearing upon my own A resonating voice that ably lies A norm increasing believability Forgiveness can not be asked until guilt is sequestered. Precedent welcoming hazards The clearance of smoke; a lapse to wet my throat A child who promised to never, seeing forever Rebellious thrills, consuming potential Age prepping an inescapable chamber. Coordination of motions inhibited Obscenities uttered, consideration discarded Attention found, with reflectivity Substances relieved of responsibility by a will Upbringing questioned, a disappointment mentioned.

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Feb 16, 2017

Feb 16, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC

keshan

~A Disappointment~

My actions not taught, learnt Choices of bliss blind to regret Inhalation an act of betrayal Exhalation succumbing a conscience Unsupervised time; irresponsible beings. Fear overcome, discipline disappeared The second eased by the first My body a temple, tarnished by a whiff Remarks held true, fall to a lack of structure Pride spoken, unknowingly. Morals condemn my sight Preach do I, with no bearing upon my own A resonating voice that ably lies A norm increasing believability Forgiveness can not be asked until guilt is sequestered. Precedent welcoming hazards The clearance of smoke; a lapse to wet my throat A child who promised to never, seeing forever Rebellious thrills, consuming potential Age prepping an inescapable chamber. Coordination of motions inhibited Obscenities uttered, consideration discarded Attention found, with reflectivity Substances relieved of responsibility by a will Upbringing questioned, a disappointment mentioned.

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I wish for an end to come A welcome I spoke; untrue now The progress of time, showing me pain Saved me than, to severe me again An arid mind, pleading for lines to flow. Upon entrance, my improbable dream tempted reality My artistry had granted me a title, of weight Dragging me down, before a rise begun A love that fluctuated, had become so dear Belonging had I found, as a poet in the world. Almost quit had I, before my words were fully fledged At the mention of poetry, I had deigned to deny the ink A fear of being deemed feminine, had taunted my being My stanzas had become a guilty pleasure, I could not resist Years transpiring, before guilt became pride. My heart had been afforded a source of release I had been gifted a talent, to be honed Appreciation was not a given, but had grown A time of need, was announced with hope Depression I could not part with, but a reprieve I had found. Weeks into the year, and my footing I had lost The joyous monotony of writing had found absence My life had worn to a thread - a noose was seen an escape Will myself I could not, without another try A last attempt, reviving an unconscious passion.

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Jan 18, 2017

Jan 18, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC

keshan

~A Love That Falters~

I wish for an end to come A welcome I spoke; untrue now The progress of time, showing me pain Saved me than, to severe me again An arid mind, pleading for lines to flow. Upon entrance, my improbable dream tempted reality My artistry had granted me a title, of weight Dragging me down, before a rise begun A love that fluctuated, had become so dear Belonging had I found, as a poet in the world. Almost quit had I, before my words were fully fledged At the mention of poetry, I had deigned to deny the ink A fear of being deemed feminine, had taunted my being My stanzas had become a guilty pleasure, I could not resist Years transpiring, before guilt became pride. My heart had been afforded a source of release I had been gifted a talent, to be honed Appreciation was not a given, but had grown A time of need, was announced with hope Depression I could not part with, but a reprieve I had found. Weeks into the year, and my footing I had lost The joyous monotony of writing had found absence My life had worn to a thread - a noose was seen an escape Will myself I could not, without another try A last attempt, reviving an unconscious passion.

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Escalated had it, through mere words An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity A day of togetherness, spent alone My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. You were right, I conceded; true or untrue A waste was it to speak, when I would be unheard To read was it my choice, to refuse A key preventing entrance, denying inebriated lectures Solitude enlightening the festivities, more than company. The skies were blue as I walked toward a reprieve Blame was exchanged, for a norm that was apparent Maybe a little disappointment, wooed me forward But an excuse does that afford none, for irrationality Irresponsible was I in not informing ; irresponsible were you in trying to find me. Your defence would I always assist, to rectify or sway Good to me were you never not Imperfections denied by a bond, unbroken My respect wanting to yield, but not confounding Your pedestal never lowering, even when your actions requested. Maybe forgiveness is to be asked, to relieve An apology would do well, to alleviate One person, a victor, the other not; egos choosing Toxins I am unaccustomed to, poisoning minds I want to hate, but love remains true.

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Dec 26, 2016

Dec 26, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC

keshan

~My Admission~

Escalated had it, through mere words An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity A day of togetherness, spent alone My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. You were right, I conceded; true or untrue A waste was it to speak, when I would be unheard To read was it my choice, to refuse A key preventing entrance, denying inebriated lectures Solitude enlightening the festivities, more than company. The skies were blue as I walked toward a reprieve Blame was exchanged, for a norm that was apparent Maybe a little disappointment, wooed me forward But an excuse does that afford none, for irrationality Irresponsible was I in not informing ; irresponsible were you in trying to find me. Your defence would I always assist, to rectify or sway Good to me were you never not Imperfections denied by a bond, unbroken My respect wanting to yield, but not confounding Your pedestal never lowering, even when your actions requested. Maybe forgiveness is to be asked, to relieve An apology would do well, to alleviate One person, a victor, the other not; egos choosing Toxins I am unaccustomed to, poisoning minds I want to hate, but love remains true.

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Fall in love with a writer they say and you will never die (quoted) Fall in love with a writer they say and you will find yourself embodied in words Fall in love with a writer they say and you will find yourself stretched over lines and pages Now, What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their untamed mind becomes an asylum where words smash themselves on the walls of their brains summoning their hands just to let them out What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their addiction to falling in love is amplified and when they love OH THEY LOVE, they get a certain high that numbs their inhibitions to reality and shuns logic to a very far away land they reach a mental state that lifts you to high enough just to see a glimpse of their world just to taste a drop of their potion but not all of it What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their eye ***** birth and harness flames that burn the coldest of hearts and warm the strongest of selves What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their mind soaks up every bit, every breath every call, every cell every touch, every talk just to embroider it in the quilt of thought that's weaving endless stories about you in their mind What if a writer falls in love with you? God have mercy on their soul for their craving becomes dangerously intensified, wrapping itself to their muses, giving them the sole purpose of existing For the more they love the more stories they write and more they feel the longer they live

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keshan

Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC

maria-etre

What if a Writer Falls in Love with You?

Fall in love with a writer they say and you will never die (quoted) Fall in love with a writer they say and you will find yourself embodied in words Fall in love with a writer they say and you will find yourself stretched over lines and pages Now, What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their untamed mind becomes an asylum where words smash themselves on the walls of their brains summoning their hands just to let them out What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their addiction to falling in love is amplified and when they love OH THEY LOVE, they get a certain high that numbs their inhibitions to reality and shuns logic to a very far away land they reach a mental state that lifts you to high enough just to see a glimpse of their world just to taste a drop of their potion but not all of it What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their eye ***** birth and harness flames that burn the coldest of hearts and warm the strongest of selves What if a writer falls in love with you? What happens is that their mind soaks up every bit, every breath every call, every cell every touch, every talk just to embroider it in the quilt of thought that's weaving endless stories about you in their mind What if a writer falls in love with you? God have mercy on their soul for their craving becomes dangerously intensified, wrapping itself to their muses, giving them the sole purpose of existing For the more they love the more stories they write and more they feel the longer they live

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Acceptance attempted, failed Although alone, I knew to be Yearned for you more, had I knowing our differences Another had I expected not to enter The tips of your fingers, denies my plummet no more. Even through error, had my mind never grasped the thought Admission was to end my fall; our friendship was to be replenished Gradually more was to flourish My hopes soared , cut to its roots You were not waiting - it was I, who felt. Findings so clear, I wish it was false You spoke to another, casually yet with precision What was articulated, could not be unheard My cards had I released, knowing the joy was foregone Tears restrained, knowing a depart was imminent. In my wake, do I doubt the reality A sombre night, a sombre morning My imperfections existed, even through facades Your presence, polished the blemishes The depths of the marks, now a hole. Another effort, my prayers had sought Your response was seen, reciprocal this could be Time had I assumed it in wait, for me to rekindle Your moving on, delivering my faith's corpse My pursuit curtailed; continuation in vain.

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC

keshan

~Defeated~

Acceptance attempted, failed Although alone, I knew to be Yearned for you more, had I knowing our differences Another had I expected not to enter The tips of your fingers, denies my plummet no more. Even through error, had my mind never grasped the thought Admission was to end my fall; our friendship was to be replenished Gradually more was to flourish My hopes soared , cut to its roots You were not waiting - it was I, who felt. Findings so clear, I wish it was false You spoke to another, casually yet with precision What was articulated, could not be unheard My cards had I released, knowing the joy was foregone Tears restrained, knowing a depart was imminent. In my wake, do I doubt the reality A sombre night, a sombre morning My imperfections existed, even through facades Your presence, polished the blemishes The depths of the marks, now a hole. Another effort, my prayers had sought Your response was seen, reciprocal this could be Time had I assumed it in wait, for me to rekindle Your moving on, delivering my faith's corpse My pursuit curtailed; continuation in vain.

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Tears unshed before, fall now The distance ahead, shrunk to an end Memories are spared for us to keep Time continues, even at our standstill Years spent, succumb to a day. Our last paper, joying our spirits Together we wrote; each his own The moment a speciality, faded into seriousness A room filled with relief, not ready to relieve The future is bound, the past is profound. Walking away from the building, once detested A struggled step, not a leap No matter our differences, our commonness are intertwined The regrets we have, are that of knowing The base we had, cherished more considering the unknown. Friends that motivated our wake, promise to stay Lightly are their words taken, the truth we have seen Gratitude owed, to all those who held us up Chapters written, a glory unmatched As our grasps meet once more, finality taints the romance. Life begins again, with responsibilities anew The crossroads met, our respective pursuits acknowledged A farewell granting us solace, to a well-traveled journey Love found, lost to a depart Our childhood glides away; independence, comes to stay.

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Nov 30, 2016

Nov 30, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC

keshan

~Farewell, Friends~

Tears unshed before, fall now The distance ahead, shrunk to an end Memories are spared for us to keep Time continues, even at our standstill Years spent, succumb to a day. Our last paper, joying our spirits Together we wrote; each his own The moment a speciality, faded into seriousness A room filled with relief, not ready to relieve The future is bound, the past is profound. Walking away from the building, once detested A struggled step, not a leap No matter our differences, our commonness are intertwined The regrets we have, are that of knowing The base we had, cherished more considering the unknown. Friends that motivated our wake, promise to stay Lightly are their words taken, the truth we have seen Gratitude owed, to all those who held us up Chapters written, a glory unmatched As our grasps meet once more, finality taints the romance. Life begins again, with responsibilities anew The crossroads met, our respective pursuits acknowledged A farewell granting us solace, to a well-traveled journey Love found, lost to a depart Our childhood glides away; independence, comes to stay.

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