maziart - Hello Poetry

I Wrote It I poem if I could I’ll write it A stone made of wood I’ll bite it The highs and lows Survive on your toes Means letting go I know it Left cold Let in Letter by letter I wrote it

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Aug 2, 2020

Aug 2, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC

maziart

I Wrote It

I Wrote It I poem if I could I’ll write it A stone made of wood I’ll bite it The highs and lows Survive on your toes Means letting go I know it Left cold Let in Letter by letter I wrote it

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When the earth fully opens Thick air free range loitering Shades of brown and grey ossilate in the corner of my eye The ceiling fan above my resting head Street lights fight the nights sky so we don't have to As we stay nested in , When everything opens In August

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Jul 7, 2020

Jul 7, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC

maziart

In August

When the earth fully opens Thick air free range loitering Shades of brown and grey ossilate in the corner of my eye The ceiling fan above my resting head Street lights fight the nights sky so we don't have to As we stay nested in , When everything opens In August

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I was on the plateau when it happen. I always hated going under it in the middle of the day. It felt like a mirror; a reflected isomer — too still and too sad to be near. Shadows give that same feeling, but with blurred corners feeling slightly farther away. I prefer going under the bridge at night. Cooler, like sunglasses that you don’t have to put on. The night as a way of saying, “It’s not up to you what you get to see now. I decide what’s important for you. Which is absolutely nothing”.

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May 6, 2019

May 6, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC

maziart

The Night & The Bridge

I was on the plateau when it happen. I always hated going under it in the middle of the day. It felt like a mirror; a reflected isomer — too still and too sad to be near. Shadows give that same feeling, but with blurred corners feeling slightly farther away. I prefer going under the bridge at night. Cooler, like sunglasses that you don’t have to put on. The night as a way of saying, “It’s not up to you what you get to see now. I decide what’s important for you. Which is absolutely nothing”.

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I went back to the places once traveled through years ago they smiled when they saw me thats a good start today i turn 36 years old here i really just want 36 more made it past jesus at least but my father didn’t carpent but carpets he brought brought on his back i didn’t do anything really 3rd person story glory glares like novellas but take it as your own you’ll blur out your empty spaces and stick out in just the right way i answer phones all day so as to not answer my own i really like want 36 more ill do better i promise

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May 6, 2019

May 6, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC

maziart

36 More

I went back to the places once traveled through years ago they smiled when they saw me thats a good start today i turn 36 years old here i really just want 36 more made it past jesus at least but my father didn’t carpent but carpets he brought brought on his back i didn’t do anything really 3rd person story glory glares like novellas but take it as your own you’ll blur out your empty spaces and stick out in just the right way i answer phones all day so as to not answer my own i really like want 36 more ill do better i promise

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i promise ill betray you the more you hold on your to assumptions and emotions the more ill play with you all those ideas from faceless voices in the maze you’ve inherited happily because who has the time to think on their own?

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC

maziart

i promise ill betray you

i promise ill betray you the more you hold on your to assumptions and emotions the more ill play with you all those ideas from faceless voices in the maze you’ve inherited happily because who has the time to think on their own?

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a jihadi terror blast of course it was to **** their christ to burn the world look at the blood its splatter but it doesn’t seep because for them faith is what matters history changed his skin to match their writers’ hue pink, ginger and blue eyes he looked more like me than like you yet when hell killed his friends that look like me all eyes dilate all kids dead all skin burned all blood everywhere all blood red a plea for the common that’s what i said because man < men

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC

maziart

blood, red

a jihadi terror blast of course it was to **** their christ to burn the world look at the blood its splatter but it doesn’t seep because for them faith is what matters history changed his skin to match their writers’ hue pink, ginger and blue eyes he looked more like me than like you yet when hell killed his friends that look like me all eyes dilate all kids dead all skin burned all blood everywhere all blood red a plea for the common that’s what i said because man < men

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waves are like people no two are alike yet they all end up doing the same thing like the one before it and the one after at their own pace they’ll wait until the perfect time that one that just feels right but when it comes the beach is different tastes have changed because the trends have too

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Apr 10, 2019

Apr 10, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC

maziart

different

waves are like people no two are alike yet they all end up doing the same thing like the one before it and the one after at their own pace they’ll wait until the perfect time that one that just feels right but when it comes the beach is different tastes have changed because the trends have too

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I don't think people realize how fragile it all is how it just falls apart when you're looking out of the window at something else at first you don't realize because it happens bit by bit you'll get used to it the culture war looms it pulls out your skirt on fridays take me out please take me where the boys are you know you want to it tugs at your sleeves saying oh you didn't hear what they said about you? flag wars they sing truth is a preference it's true if it feels right if it doesn't well it's fake news of course oh you didn't know non-player character will you play to win? because feelings don't care about your facts you see I was born in 83 in the newly formed islamic republic of iran three years into the trench warfare that changed the psyche of a nation forever high on the islamic revolution full of fury blood and soil blood and soil the hors d'oeuvres of the war we fled in 88 three months before the war ended nothing gained nothing fulfilled I see the absolute worst in people I watch them and learn much from what they get outraged by and what they don't it all starts small rooted in a search for meaning a sense of purpose once this is defined just watch them turn on each other the other essentially war needs a dragon war needs young men to believe the culture war has always been there like a monster’s nails casting an ominous shadow behind the bedroom door tapping away at your mother's vinyl flooring when people get safe with fear at bay the tapping dims but when an immigrant stabs an infidel or a black man is apparently murdered on video the tapping gets louder what is the dream of the foreigner hoping to penetrate the walls of the golden city to weaken it? from the russian bot to the isis video slicing brody's neck right before your eyes it gets at you doesn't it? doesn't he look like you? your white knuckles are shaking yes yes the monster says I will draw you in because I'm just a monster living in the hallway and I'm nothing without you is what he'll never ever tell you but it's true he aims to exaggerate the divisions within your family to exploit it to challenge your identity to play with your emotions as you've done to them so you know this game very well you just don't know the side of the table that will as in the iran-iraq war both the us and the uk sold arms to both sides the great game War is profitable and the opportunity to cash in on it is tempting people don't have ideas ideas have people how fragile at all is this very society that I cherish that I sought refuge in my family the vast base the stable economy common law democracy if life started in the east then the reason to be of the west is to carry on the torch to learn from past mistakes and to be a light unto the world until our very toes are inching at the pacific with no further to go will I find myself staring at the window pondering what happened like so many countless men throughout history have? how fragile at all this we won't know until it's taken from us not by the formless foreigner but by our own very hand that opens the bedroom door to experience our darkest insides that grows and grows endlessly until we have nothing else the monster in the bed now in all that cold and all that dark

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC

maziart

The Monster You Let In

I don't think people realize how fragile it all is how it just falls apart when you're looking out of the window at something else at first you don't realize because it happens bit by bit you'll get used to it the culture war looms it pulls out your skirt on fridays take me out please take me where the boys are you know you want to it tugs at your sleeves saying oh you didn't hear what they said about you? flag wars they sing truth is a preference it's true if it feels right if it doesn't well it's fake news of course oh you didn't know non-player character will you play to win? because feelings don't care about your facts you see I was born in 83 in the newly formed islamic republic of iran three years into the trench warfare that changed the psyche of a nation forever high on the islamic revolution full of fury blood and soil blood and soil the hors d'oeuvres of the war we fled in 88 three months before the war ended nothing gained nothing fulfilled I see the absolute worst in people I watch them and learn much from what they get outraged by and what they don't it all starts small rooted in a search for meaning a sense of purpose once this is defined just watch them turn on each other the other essentially war needs a dragon war needs young men to believe the culture war has always been there like a monster’s nails casting an ominous shadow behind the bedroom door tapping away at your mother's vinyl flooring when people get safe with fear at bay the tapping dims but when an immigrant stabs an infidel or a black man is apparently murdered on video the tapping gets louder what is the dream of the foreigner hoping to penetrate the walls of the golden city to weaken it? from the russian bot to the isis video slicing brody's neck right before your eyes it gets at you doesn't it? doesn't he look like you? your white knuckles are shaking yes yes the monster says I will draw you in because I'm just a monster living in the hallway and I'm nothing without you is what he'll never ever tell you but it's true he aims to exaggerate the divisions within your family to exploit it to challenge your identity to play with your emotions as you've done to them so you know this game very well you just don't know the side of the table that will as in the iran-iraq war both the us and the uk sold arms to both sides the great game War is profitable and the opportunity to cash in on it is tempting people don't have ideas ideas have people how fragile at all is this very society that I cherish that I sought refuge in my family the vast base the stable economy common law democracy if life started in the east then the reason to be of the west is to carry on the torch to learn from past mistakes and to be a light unto the world until our very toes are inching at the pacific with no further to go will I find myself staring at the window pondering what happened like so many countless men throughout history have? how fragile at all this we won't know until it's taken from us not by the formless foreigner but by our own very hand that opens the bedroom door to experience our darkest insides that grows and grows endlessly until we have nothing else the monster in the bed now in all that cold and all that dark

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I got alotta things I want to say so when you got nothing better than to hear me mumble the usual suspects, the whole ensemble I’ll be the one in leather the one that was just across the hallway at that office on main street you used to temp at, ‘member? in summer ’06 or was it fall of ’09? it doesn’t matter the whole cast is here, yup each is reborn when i tell a tale of theirs but only if you insist that I got alotta things to say and that i want to.

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC

maziart

I got alotta things I want to say

I got alotta things I want to say so when you got nothing better than to hear me mumble the usual suspects, the whole ensemble I’ll be the one in leather the one that was just across the hallway at that office on main street you used to temp at, ‘member? in summer ’06 or was it fall of ’09? it doesn’t matter the whole cast is here, yup each is reborn when i tell a tale of theirs but only if you insist that I got alotta things to say and that i want to.

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I poem if I could I’ll write it A stone made of wood I’ll bite it The highs and lows Survive on your toes Means letting go I know it Left cold Let in Letter by letter I wrote it

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Sep 17, 2016

Sep 17, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC

maziart

I Wrote It

I poem if I could I’ll write it A stone made of wood I’ll bite it The highs and lows Survive on your toes Means letting go I know it Left cold Let in Letter by letter I wrote it

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