levi-seven - Hello Poetry

Left in the dark walking, crawling, crying Out of breathe trembling, suffocating, dying A faint sound beating, stimulating, overwhelming A spark of light running, living, smiling A rose that grew through concrete..

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC

A rose that grew through concrete

Left in the dark walking, crawling, crying Out of breathe trembling, suffocating, dying A faint sound beating, stimulating, overwhelming A spark of light running, living, smiling A rose that grew through concrete..

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Poems are endured and love by the sad only Songs are enjoyed by the ecstatic one's To the broken, ignored and left lonely The pure, loved and who smile like the sun Everyone search one truly majestic Only to be fooled, betrayed, a tragic Soft touch and sweet kiss, love is chaotic Climb, run, jump, save the world and be epic Strange how the mind works, full of mysteries And we become outsiders to ourselves But we find ourselves making great stories We alone suffer this fate to ourselves Breathing, evolving to beautiful beings Poems are written and the blissful one's sings

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Nov 19, 2015

Nov 19, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC

Black and White

Poems are endured and love by the sad only Songs are enjoyed by the ecstatic one's To the broken, ignored and left lonely The pure, loved and who smile like the sun Everyone search one truly majestic Only to be fooled, betrayed, a tragic Soft touch and sweet kiss, love is chaotic Climb, run, jump, save the world and be epic Strange how the mind works, full of mysteries And we become outsiders to ourselves But we find ourselves making great stories We alone suffer this fate to ourselves Breathing, evolving to beautiful beings Poems are written and the blissful one's sings

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I walk on a park so serene that birds gather on the tree tops to sing a song that so nostalgic in a way you lighten up and smile to embrace the setting sun an overwhelming feeling nonetheless and you cannot ignore the view of the diving sun splattering depths of maroon to the innocent clouds co-waltzing by with the grey blue sky so obvious which only shows a beauty the nature can offer to the mortal eyes to see the scenery is alluring that I would rather enjoy to sit under a tree than to relax my body on a bench that are lined in an amusing way facing the performance of the slow warm afternoon I write under a tree to feel the fullness of this afternoon scribbling poems because in this way I feel amazingly close to nature that I appreciate every bit of it, watching the butterflies playing a game of hide and seek while the one hiding are the little pretty flowers rooted near the trees and the other rooted under the bench and how I notice the trees are laughing cause the butterflies can’t seem to find the shy flowers because in this spot I can see clearly what’s happening around me every bit of it kids running around full of innocence and happiness not minding the butterflies a lovers embracing each other like they are the only sweet thing around and gaze at each other’s eye that seems likely make the time lingers and look at the bench again that is not so far away from me an uneasy feeling, a feeling of familiarity, a feeling of connection just like me sitting alone under a tree a girl alone on her bench I look at you partly because you’re alone like me enjoying the dawdling afternoon, partly because you have the beauty my very heart so desire, partly because you make my heart skipped a beat this past few days, partly because my love for you is growing every day I see you here and it is not that hard to focused my all attention to you ignoring everything around me even the love the couple emits with their embrace but you seem to be in trance with the love the couple radiates and closely in your eyes melancholy tears fell but still your even perfect when you cry and even angels weep to see you cry maybe you miss the love you once have, maybe you feel so alone and so absorbed that you feel there is no hope for the right one for you but only if you would look at me here by the tree and I’ll give you a hope, I’ll offer you a smile so warm but I can’t tell I’m the one only you can, but I’m sure I could kiss your tears goodbye and you’re the only one I see myself dancing and holding each other’s hand to stand near the tree when the sun sunk and this is all I’m hoping tell you about it.

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

Alone under a tree..

I walk on a park so serene that birds gather on the tree tops to sing a song that so nostalgic in a way you lighten up and smile to embrace the setting sun an overwhelming feeling nonetheless and you cannot ignore the view of the diving sun splattering depths of maroon to the innocent clouds co-waltzing by with the grey blue sky so obvious which only shows a beauty the nature can offer to the mortal eyes to see the scenery is alluring that I would rather enjoy to sit under a tree than to relax my body on a bench that are lined in an amusing way facing the performance of the slow warm afternoon I write under a tree to feel the fullness of this afternoon scribbling poems because in this way I feel amazingly close to nature that I appreciate every bit of it, watching the butterflies playing a game of hide and seek while the one hiding are the little pretty flowers rooted near the trees and the other rooted under the bench and how I notice the trees are laughing cause the butterflies can’t seem to find the shy flowers because in this spot I can see clearly what’s happening around me every bit of it kids running around full of innocence and happiness not minding the butterflies a lovers embracing each other like they are the only sweet thing around and gaze at each other’s eye that seems likely make the time lingers and look at the bench again that is not so far away from me an uneasy feeling, a feeling of familiarity, a feeling of connection just like me sitting alone under a tree a girl alone on her bench I look at you partly because you’re alone like me enjoying the dawdling afternoon, partly because you have the beauty my very heart so desire, partly because you make my heart skipped a beat this past few days, partly because my love for you is growing every day I see you here and it is not that hard to focused my all attention to you ignoring everything around me even the love the couple emits with their embrace but you seem to be in trance with the love the couple radiates and closely in your eyes melancholy tears fell but still your even perfect when you cry and even angels weep to see you cry maybe you miss the love you once have, maybe you feel so alone and so absorbed that you feel there is no hope for the right one for you but only if you would look at me here by the tree and I’ll give you a hope, I’ll offer you a smile so warm but I can’t tell I’m the one only you can, but I’m sure I could kiss your tears goodbye and you’re the only one I see myself dancing and holding each other’s hand to stand near the tree when the sun sunk and this is all I’m hoping tell you about it.

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This room gives me unhappy thoughts As I sit grumpily and down I never listen, all self-taught None make me smile even a clown Early I know but still sleepy My mind temps me to dream freely I should be there outside running There in the cool river swimming There’s a movement on the girls side Curiosity aroused inside Our teacher came all settle down Then called a name new to my ears.. Curiosity fills my dull soul I look up and my time slow A sudden bliss ignite my heart Oh, Monday not a bad start There standing in front of me This naked mortal eyes to see Young and innocent, an angel With a pretty charming name "Belle" A star fallen to the earth With a face that glows in every smile Her warm voice a sweet symphony What a thrill she's my new classmate..

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC

Act 5...

This room gives me unhappy thoughts As I sit grumpily and down I never listen, all self-taught None make me smile even a clown Early I know but still sleepy My mind temps me to dream freely I should be there outside running There in the cool river swimming There’s a movement on the girls side Curiosity aroused inside Our teacher came all settle down Then called a name new to my ears.. Curiosity fills my dull soul I look up and my time slow A sudden bliss ignite my heart Oh, Monday not a bad start There standing in front of me This naked mortal eyes to see Young and innocent, an angel With a pretty charming name "Belle" A star fallen to the earth With a face that glows in every smile Her warm voice a sweet symphony What a thrill she's my new classmate..

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This soothing cool night I can't sleep Because the bliss lingers so deep As my soul lay in my soft bed The night so eerie like the dead There lay in the table untouched The symbol of pure love and life Driving me crazy and restless I will keep the flower to death Cold lose to warmth, dark lose to light Morning smile to everyone's sight My thrill drop dead, I hate Mondays Goodbye Saturday and Sunday.. Morning air rust my very core I dislike school more than my chore School means cage in my young small mind You're force to do things like a blind Face the wall, you did something wrong Always make homework all night long Composition, projects I'm chained Every school day is like pain Cold water knocks me to my sense Sullenly I move, dull essence Mom so furious now, I must dash In seconds, I’ am gone in a flash..

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC

Act 4...

This soothing cool night I can't sleep Because the bliss lingers so deep As my soul lay in my soft bed The night so eerie like the dead There lay in the table untouched The symbol of pure love and life Driving me crazy and restless I will keep the flower to death Cold lose to warmth, dark lose to light Morning smile to everyone's sight My thrill drop dead, I hate Mondays Goodbye Saturday and Sunday.. Morning air rust my very core I dislike school more than my chore School means cage in my young small mind You're force to do things like a blind Face the wall, you did something wrong Always make homework all night long Composition, projects I'm chained Every school day is like pain Cold water knocks me to my sense Sullenly I move, dull essence Mom so furious now, I must dash In seconds, I’ am gone in a flash..

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O, morning that brings thrill and peace Will revive my physique at ease My core ignited by the sun A dream to see her having fun Down the road walking, wondering There she is playing and singing O, this sweet black haired creature Undisturbed, an angel so pure Wish she could turn around and look I'll do whatever to show-off She stand up and our sense connected My soul exploded unprotected Instantly I ignore her eyes And gaze the lovely butterflies I drain myself to capture one To present to her but she's gone She's walking toward her big house I ‘am down cause she never look back She paused outside and throws something I dash to fetch the lovely thing Innocently laid on the ground A beautiful floret, I'm bound To pick and lay it near my heart And I walk a beautiful start..

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC

Act 3...

O, morning that brings thrill and peace Will revive my physique at ease My core ignited by the sun A dream to see her having fun Down the road walking, wondering There she is playing and singing O, this sweet black haired creature Undisturbed, an angel so pure Wish she could turn around and look I'll do whatever to show-off She stand up and our sense connected My soul exploded unprotected Instantly I ignore her eyes And gaze the lovely butterflies I drain myself to capture one To present to her but she's gone She's walking toward her big house I ‘am down cause she never look back She paused outside and throws something I dash to fetch the lovely thing Innocently laid on the ground A beautiful floret, I'm bound To pick and lay it near my heart And I walk a beautiful start..

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My frail heart avoided a beat Now I'm staring at my small feet Waiting for my very reply Not a single word I spoke, why? My cheeks changes to warm and red I desire I'm on my safe bed My daydreams are her coy smile Beautiful in her own style As my lonely feeble heart burn Mind said escape and never turn Around and not ever look back I scamper fast not coming back.. Inside my bedroom I rejoice I still hear her sweet shy voice Her honeyed shy voice makes me fly My gut now fills with butterflies First time her pure coy smile so real Crazy and in-love all I feel But wait, reflect back what happen I think I made a big mistake A sudden bolt of pure sadness Struck me hard to unmixed madness Life inside me evaporate I'll sleep weary and never wake..

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC

Act 2..

My frail heart avoided a beat Now I'm staring at my small feet Waiting for my very reply Not a single word I spoke, why? My cheeks changes to warm and red I desire I'm on my safe bed My daydreams are her coy smile Beautiful in her own style As my lonely feeble heart burn Mind said escape and never turn Around and not ever look back I scamper fast not coming back.. Inside my bedroom I rejoice I still hear her sweet shy voice Her honeyed shy voice makes me fly My gut now fills with butterflies First time her pure coy smile so real Crazy and in-love all I feel But wait, reflect back what happen I think I made a big mistake A sudden bolt of pure sadness Struck me hard to unmixed madness Life inside me evaporate I'll sleep weary and never wake..

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Act 1.. I never went outside and play Watching kids I stood and I stay Minutes circles to hours at home Sometimes I study, cry alone I see their faces with big smile Feeling sad makes me run a mile Away from home and loneliness Be with her full of friendliness I dreamed, outside we are playing She who is beautiful and sing My weak heart beats, I saw her pass To my small window a clear mass Steal a peek, lovely she walk I hide, run close behind and stalk Wind blows carries her honeyed smell A pleasing symphony of bell Takes me to a melodic daydream In love, unaware, sleep walking Her honest hair gloomy as night Introduce yours truly, I might Be amazing as a valiant But to speak close to her, I fright "HI" I try to whisper the words "Hello" with a beautiful smile..

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC

Balloons and Flowers

Act 1.. I never went outside and play Watching kids I stood and I stay Minutes circles to hours at home Sometimes I study, cry alone I see their faces with big smile Feeling sad makes me run a mile Away from home and loneliness Be with her full of friendliness I dreamed, outside we are playing She who is beautiful and sing My weak heart beats, I saw her pass To my small window a clear mass Steal a peek, lovely she walk I hide, run close behind and stalk Wind blows carries her honeyed smell A pleasing symphony of bell Takes me to a melodic daydream In love, unaware, sleep walking Her honest hair gloomy as night Introduce yours truly, I might Be amazing as a valiant But to speak close to her, I fright "HI" I try to whisper the words "Hello" with a beautiful smile..

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many important messages unsaid deep in the soul of my heart keep sentiments that are so beautiful yearning to be expressed to her you see, my mom and I are not close I know in my heart this is my loss wishing every moment I can express but I was born like this to care less I saw everything in my own eyes like watching field full of butterflies in her walk she make my father smile my siblings, she comforts them don’t cry how she faced, embraced problems with smile with grace she knows if you tell a lie how I envy my friends relations to their mother, they express in passion writing this make me wonder and dream that myself came out to the door clean a change person who express his feelings walking, running, talking and breathing now I show to my mom how I feel this message, this words, that are so real I’ll weary the words “I love you Mom” unexpected event she is gone I cried and cried and cried this is hard this emotions, this love stings so bad message untold makes my soul unclean suddenly I woke up, it’s just a dream

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC

Before it's too late

many important messages unsaid deep in the soul of my heart keep sentiments that are so beautiful yearning to be expressed to her you see, my mom and I are not close I know in my heart this is my loss wishing every moment I can express but I was born like this to care less I saw everything in my own eyes like watching field full of butterflies in her walk she make my father smile my siblings, she comforts them don’t cry how she faced, embraced problems with smile with grace she knows if you tell a lie how I envy my friends relations to their mother, they express in passion writing this make me wonder and dream that myself came out to the door clean a change person who express his feelings walking, running, talking and breathing now I show to my mom how I feel this message, this words, that are so real I’ll weary the words “I love you Mom” unexpected event she is gone I cried and cried and cried this is hard this emotions, this love stings so bad message untold makes my soul unclean suddenly I woke up, it’s just a dream

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Is there good in fading goodbye Left me crying in the rain, why Hours walks slowly to empty days More odd weeks starts to passed away Staring snows on the window pane White cold will take away the pain Listening to the playlist you’ve made To the nostalgic picture you’ve take Your sweet smile in my worried head I hope I’m sleeping like the dead How I love you so much it hurts How my deep trembling heart would burst My cold heart slept but did not sleep, Live but did not live in a way, Gently humming, gently vibrating Softly flowing lifeblood in the center I don’t know what to do anymore A vague stirrings of unease to me Lawns are empty, the trees empty, The street empty and my heart empty I don’t know if I miss you anymore What it’s like to miss you anymore I can't do this anymore Hope to never say goodbye again

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Sep 24, 2015

Sep 24, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC

Last Kiss

Is there good in fading goodbye Left me crying in the rain, why Hours walks slowly to empty days More odd weeks starts to passed away Staring snows on the window pane White cold will take away the pain Listening to the playlist you’ve made To the nostalgic picture you’ve take Your sweet smile in my worried head I hope I’m sleeping like the dead How I love you so much it hurts How my deep trembling heart would burst My cold heart slept but did not sleep, Live but did not live in a way, Gently humming, gently vibrating Softly flowing lifeblood in the center I don’t know what to do anymore A vague stirrings of unease to me Lawns are empty, the trees empty, The street empty and my heart empty I don’t know if I miss you anymore What it’s like to miss you anymore I can't do this anymore Hope to never say goodbye again

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