makata - Hello Poetry

Along the path I have taken Flowers and thorns had welcomed me It’s not an easy road ahead of us all To the day I finally reach its end. On that day, I’ll lose one of my abilities The constant reassurance, a necessity As I lower my gaze from the horizon A certain light enters my line of vision. That’s what I think whatever will happen to me On the day I reach my final destiny Not that I full on anticipate such thing But I can’t help but wonder about this upcoming finale.

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Mar 8, 2019

Mar 8, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC

One Day

Along the path I have taken Flowers and thorns had welcomed me It’s not an easy road ahead of us all To the day I finally reach its end. On that day, I’ll lose one of my abilities The constant reassurance, a necessity As I lower my gaze from the horizon A certain light enters my line of vision. That’s what I think whatever will happen to me On the day I reach my final destiny Not that I full on anticipate such thing But I can’t help but wonder about this upcoming finale.

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I’ve heard different people Singing the same song But in different tone And giving off their own. I’ve read different stories Beginning the same way Yet it all ends oddly In their own special way. I’ve seen different lives All ending in similar ways But with different reasons And peculiar outcomes.

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May 30, 2018

May 30, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC

different?

I’ve heard different people Singing the same song But in different tone And giving off their own. I’ve read different stories Beginning the same way Yet it all ends oddly In their own special way. I’ve seen different lives All ending in similar ways But with different reasons And peculiar outcomes.

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Anxiety ***** It sings a familiar tune Everytime you hear it But different lyrics With original conflict That a writer can either drown in Or rise up.

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC

Anxious

Anxiety ***** It sings a familiar tune Everytime you hear it But different lyrics With original conflict That a writer can either drown in Or rise up.

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Stop playing with my feelings And getting my hopes oh so high That I'll think you're still liking And I'll just be too shy. I question the universe's decision, I have made fantasies and renditions, But nothing compares to those small sparks Whenever I talk with you during the day's dark. And whenever we hear teases Of all the jokes and praises To the times you actually cared Also, to when you were unfair. I wouldn't admit I still wish Granting me the want I crave. And with one swish, He is all I have.... To take. But you wouldn't know why Mr. He of all high And I just want you to know That even if we're not alone I'd still know whenever you're not okay And I'll always be there anyway. Thanks for being a friend for more than a year Even if I wish we could be more than just cheers.

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC

You wouldn't know

Stop playing with my feelings And getting my hopes oh so high That I'll think you're still liking And I'll just be too shy. I question the universe's decision, I have made fantasies and renditions, But nothing compares to those small sparks Whenever I talk with you during the day's dark. And whenever we hear teases Of all the jokes and praises To the times you actually cared Also, to when you were unfair. I wouldn't admit I still wish Granting me the want I crave. And with one swish, He is all I have.... To take. But you wouldn't know why Mr. He of all high And I just want you to know That even if we're not alone I'd still know whenever you're not okay And I'll always be there anyway. Thanks for being a friend for more than a year Even if I wish we could be more than just cheers.

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I feel the thorns piercing Like my heart trying to be free from the grip And my mind pounding yelling it to stop But it remained unanswered, unrecognized. Not a single thought of doubt has escaped All imprisoned in my mind Played by my neurons on repeat Until even my own my mind is sick of me. The screams are getting louder At the back of my head, no silence It rings until I go deaf Until I go beyond just simple self-doubt.

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC

unaware

I feel the thorns piercing Like my heart trying to be free from the grip And my mind pounding yelling it to stop But it remained unanswered, unrecognized. Not a single thought of doubt has escaped All imprisoned in my mind Played by my neurons on repeat Until even my own my mind is sick of me. The screams are getting louder At the back of my head, no silence It rings until I go deaf Until I go beyond just simple self-doubt.

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My heart is breaking, But at the same it's not I'm so confuse on what's happening I wish I should've known this would come. I didn't notice the glances you made Maybe I was too busy daydreaming to see. The poems you've created, Suprisingly were all for me. It's sad to know we could've had something But none of us made a move And it breaks my heart That I'm the only one who remained in love with you.

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Jan 4, 2018

Jan 4, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC

We Could've Had It

My heart is breaking, But at the same it's not I'm so confuse on what's happening I wish I should've known this would come. I didn't notice the glances you made Maybe I was too busy daydreaming to see. The poems you've created, Suprisingly were all for me. It's sad to know we could've had something But none of us made a move And it breaks my heart That I'm the only one who remained in love with you.

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I wish I could turn back time, Don't most of us do? To repeat the moments, I have treasured with you. I wish I could restart the year, And then let our meetings be longer, Time sluggishly moving for us, As we slowly turn into friends. I wish I could erase some moments, So I could do more with positivity, To embrace our happy memories And delete all the miseries. I wish I could rewrite the stars, To the days that I completely adore, To the times with you that I cherish, I wish you knew how much I like you.

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC

I Wish

I wish I could turn back time, Don't most of us do? To repeat the moments, I have treasured with you. I wish I could restart the year, And then let our meetings be longer, Time sluggishly moving for us, As we slowly turn into friends. I wish I could erase some moments, So I could do more with positivity, To embrace our happy memories And delete all the miseries. I wish I could rewrite the stars, To the days that I completely adore, To the times with you that I cherish, I wish you knew how much I like you.

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What do we normally see In this world full of misery What do we regularly speculate In this place full of hate? In the eye of a beholder, We see different things, Wonder a lot further And daydreams full of flings.

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Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC

In the eye

What do we normally see In this world full of misery What do we regularly speculate In this place full of hate? In the eye of a beholder, We see different things, Wonder a lot further And daydreams full of flings.

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Lights won't guide me home Because where is my home? It's somewhere else, I can tell But I can't find it well. It's not a structure or a foundation, It's not when I'm with my friends Since they have other friends to go to And they have other squads too. It's not with my family, Sure I treasure them dearly But sometimes I feel out of place With my sister's familiar face. It's not when I'm alone Dancing with my thoughts Playing tag with my insecurities And Jumping jacks with my anxiety. So where is my home? Is it anywhere near me, would you tell?

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC

Home?

Lights won't guide me home Because where is my home? It's somewhere else, I can tell But I can't find it well. It's not a structure or a foundation, It's not when I'm with my friends Since they have other friends to go to And they have other squads too. It's not with my family, Sure I treasure them dearly But sometimes I feel out of place With my sister's familiar face. It's not when I'm alone Dancing with my thoughts Playing tag with my insecurities And Jumping jacks with my anxiety. So where is my home? Is it anywhere near me, would you tell?

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I have always wondered how storytellers live How they tell tales in a way it seems they've known it before And how they make the audience feel the emotions of the characters And imagine them in their own little heads. They are storytellers, not story makers They just tell us what they read, not what they are They shape the way they deliver the story, not the story itself But how 'bout their own lives is it worth telling! Is their tale just another story like others Lost in the maze full of people's thoughts Left to be unsaid and unheard And definitely not appreciated by all? They say you shouldn't narrate your own story to the world And you should let it be narrated to you But what if I told you we could be storytellers And an amazing story maker too?

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC

Storytellers

I have always wondered how storytellers live How they tell tales in a way it seems they've known it before And how they make the audience feel the emotions of the characters And imagine them in their own little heads. They are storytellers, not story makers They just tell us what they read, not what they are They shape the way they deliver the story, not the story itself But how 'bout their own lives is it worth telling! Is their tale just another story like others Lost in the maze full of people's thoughts Left to be unsaid and unheard And definitely not appreciated by all? They say you shouldn't narrate your own story to the world And you should let it be narrated to you But what if I told you we could be storytellers And an amazing story maker too?

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