mercedes-a - Hello Poetry

Nothing more than a shock A mental block Violent waves And a broken clock The traffic in my head is deep It’s heavy It’s congested There’s a crash up ahead Signs flickering, bright lights “ Stop” “ Wrong way” “trouble ahead” The traffic is clearing It’s nearing the end of rush hour It still feels stuffy Congested Tight, it’s foggy I’m losing sight of this glowing sign ahead now “ I’m goi-“ It’s all I’m able to read Horns are blowing, I’m distracted Can’t see where I’m going anymore The rains pooring, The roads slippery The windshield wipers are loud They screech I want to turn around, but I can’t I’m on a highway It’s so congested Foggy high beams I can’t see the cars I’m trapped , but I can see a little more of the sign “ I’m going to-“ that’s It i can’t see It’s cut off, what does it mean I can’t do this Iis too hard, it’s too heavy I can’t see, I can’t see It’s foggy as hell, but the signs clear I can read it, “ I’m going to bless you, but you have to do you’re part and steer clear of the devil’s obstacles “ I’m going to keep going and have faith that the traffic of my thoughts clear up with the presence of my God here

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Dec 9, 2017

Dec 9, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC

Thunder

Nothing more than a shock A mental block Violent waves And a broken clock The traffic in my head is deep It’s heavy It’s congested There’s a crash up ahead Signs flickering, bright lights “ Stop” “ Wrong way” “trouble ahead” The traffic is clearing It’s nearing the end of rush hour It still feels stuffy Congested Tight, it’s foggy I’m losing sight of this glowing sign ahead now “ I’m goi-“ It’s all I’m able to read Horns are blowing, I’m distracted Can’t see where I’m going anymore The rains pooring, The roads slippery The windshield wipers are loud They screech I want to turn around, but I can’t I’m on a highway It’s so congested Foggy high beams I can’t see the cars I’m trapped , but I can see a little more of the sign “ I’m going to-“ that’s It i can’t see It’s cut off, what does it mean I can’t do this Iis too hard, it’s too heavy I can’t see, I can’t see It’s foggy as hell, but the signs clear I can read it, “ I’m going to bless you, but you have to do you’re part and steer clear of the devil’s obstacles “ I’m going to keep going and have faith that the traffic of my thoughts clear up with the presence of my God here

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Do you ever dream of me? I dream of you.. Do you ever see the things I see in you.. The potential, the strength, the complexity of your mind. Don't let it go to waste, don't have much time. Baby girl your anxious ways must cease someday See its guarded the access to the various ways Directions, & positions of your intelligence. So that dream that I dreamt of you, I only wish that you could see it too Cause you think this verse is written for another person Look in the mirror and see the person in you. Dreams..

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC

Untitled

Do you ever dream of me? I dream of you.. Do you ever see the things I see in you.. The potential, the strength, the complexity of your mind. Don't let it go to waste, don't have much time. Baby girl your anxious ways must cease someday See its guarded the access to the various ways Directions, & positions of your intelligence. So that dream that I dreamt of you, I only wish that you could see it too Cause you think this verse is written for another person Look in the mirror and see the person in you. Dreams..

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Man, my mind is so cold I pray to God it thaws out and to replenish my soul. The Devils lurking and consuming my thoughts Showing me different ways to **** and ways to never get caught Haha you thought I meant another person ? Nah I meant the death of my mind Don't have the evil to see another man's blood on my time The time id get for the act in committing such crime but trust I'm living a life sentence Just for murderin these rhymes I'm not a poet I'm just a regular person Trying to recover all my thoughts sprinkling a little bit of earth in it I pray to God that my thoughts can unfold So it can help maintain the youth and give the world a little of my soul

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC

Replenish

Man, my mind is so cold I pray to God it thaws out and to replenish my soul. The Devils lurking and consuming my thoughts Showing me different ways to **** and ways to never get caught Haha you thought I meant another person ? Nah I meant the death of my mind Don't have the evil to see another man's blood on my time The time id get for the act in committing such crime but trust I'm living a life sentence Just for murderin these rhymes I'm not a poet I'm just a regular person Trying to recover all my thoughts sprinkling a little bit of earth in it I pray to God that my thoughts can unfold So it can help maintain the youth and give the world a little of my soul

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You ever felt bliss? Bliss in regards to The simple miss of a kiss That made you wish to feel That bliss once more? I do.. Only that bliss that I missed From that kiss made me realize that It was on the top of my list, Of things to Deny from the lies That you hid from my side. Thus that kiss is nothing but a bliss To never miss again..

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Feb 24, 2015

Feb 24, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC

Bliss?

You ever felt bliss? Bliss in regards to The simple miss of a kiss That made you wish to feel That bliss once more? I do.. Only that bliss that I missed From that kiss made me realize that It was on the top of my list, Of things to Deny from the lies That you hid from my side. Thus that kiss is nothing but a bliss To never miss again..

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The eyes, speak to my heart, the depths of their meaning convey so much more than their purpose. The eyes are meant to see, provide vision amongst those who wish to avoid the risk of being blinded by the truth. The truth, some say it hurts, but does it really? The pain from hearing such bliss can be seen as cruel, why? I too was once a women who neglected to see the truth, from the very eyes that stared within mine. I say within, because these eye didn't look at me, ,but within. Within the volumes of my soul, the boldness of my spirit. These eyes, the iris, beautifully brown, spoke words to my being. A barrier formed during the connection of our eyes, from the pain that they'd endured prior to seeing these eyes. Past eyes have looked into mine, with lust , almost like wearing contacts as if to say that these eyes were fake, they spoke at me, but not within me. But your eyes, your eyes speak love to me, your eyes speak words that your heart cannot express. Your eyes are strong, powerful, distinct. " The truth hurts," yet does it really? Cause the truth I see, stared right at me. I guess the truth hurts after all, I hurt when I look into those beautiful eyes, because I couldn't see past the hurt of the contacts to envision that the truth had finally stared within this whole time, you. You are the truth, and the only reason it hurts , is because I couldn't see your eyes sooner.

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Feb 24, 2015

Feb 24, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC

The Truth

The eyes, speak to my heart, the depths of their meaning convey so much more than their purpose. The eyes are meant to see, provide vision amongst those who wish to avoid the risk of being blinded by the truth. The truth, some say it hurts, but does it really? The pain from hearing such bliss can be seen as cruel, why? I too was once a women who neglected to see the truth, from the very eyes that stared within mine. I say within, because these eye didn't look at me, ,but within. Within the volumes of my soul, the boldness of my spirit. These eyes, the iris, beautifully brown, spoke words to my being. A barrier formed during the connection of our eyes, from the pain that they'd endured prior to seeing these eyes. Past eyes have looked into mine, with lust , almost like wearing contacts as if to say that these eyes were fake, they spoke at me, but not within me. But your eyes, your eyes speak love to me, your eyes speak words that your heart cannot express. Your eyes are strong, powerful, distinct. " The truth hurts," yet does it really? Cause the truth I see, stared right at me. I guess the truth hurts after all, I hurt when I look into those beautiful eyes, because I couldn't see past the hurt of the contacts to envision that the truth had finally stared within this whole time, you. You are the truth, and the only reason it hurts , is because I couldn't see your eyes sooner.

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Asleep I go, as I lay restless amongst the soothing sheets 8:00..9:00..10:00..the hours pass by My eyelids grow heavy, suddenly they are closed Then there it goes, the shock which steals my confidence, like a thief in the night I can't breath, the air..the pressure, it's overwhelming I can't see, my eyes are moving rapidly nonstop I can't move, I can't move, I can't move My very lips can't fix to scream or say the word help I'm in fear, the witch had come My heart is pounding, the beads of sweat glistens Oh But Wait I can hear something, footsteps, sharp against the wooden floor I'm paralyzed, I'm mute, I'm scared I break loose, out of my body My eyes suddenly open I breath heavily paralysis is over Awake

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Dec 24, 2013

Dec 24, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC

Paralysis

Asleep I go, as I lay restless amongst the soothing sheets 8:00..9:00..10:00..the hours pass by My eyelids grow heavy, suddenly they are closed Then there it goes, the shock which steals my confidence, like a thief in the night I can't breath, the air..the pressure, it's overwhelming I can't see, my eyes are moving rapidly nonstop I can't move, I can't move, I can't move My very lips can't fix to scream or say the word help I'm in fear, the witch had come My heart is pounding, the beads of sweat glistens Oh But Wait I can hear something, footsteps, sharp against the wooden floor I'm paralyzed, I'm mute, I'm scared I break loose, out of my body My eyes suddenly open I breath heavily paralysis is over Awake

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There she walks down the hall A girl with a defined bun There she walks As the people stare..Laugh..Taunt..Snicker Her anxiety gets worse, she wants to cry As the stares devour her every being She loses her breath, her stance suddenly gets weak From the fact that her thighs slightly rub together and there's no space From the fact that she feels like an idiot amongst a school who holds the brightest She feels alone in an environment with a huge population She feels empty, all because of the stares, the laughs, the snickers Society..

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Dec 24, 2013

Dec 24, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC

Society

There she walks down the hall A girl with a defined bun There she walks As the people stare..Laugh..Taunt..Snicker Her anxiety gets worse, she wants to cry As the stares devour her every being She loses her breath, her stance suddenly gets weak From the fact that her thighs slightly rub together and there's no space From the fact that she feels like an idiot amongst a school who holds the brightest She feels alone in an environment with a huge population She feels empty, all because of the stares, the laughs, the snickers Society..

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His mind is a sudden haze, the details are a blur, the smiles fade to frowns He trembles in fear as he doesn't know when the monster is coming home.. The spirit which consumes the holy being of a home of a child, of a sister, of a husband, of a wife, of love. The spirit which is evil in itself that left the everlasting marks of terror and pain engraved in the mind of the pure The white mind of the boy which marked innocence slowly fades to gray The haze, the sudden haze slowly focuses in, Becomes clearer and clearer within each stride The haze turns into a person, a familiar sight.. The haze is a tall figure, fragile, skinny, abnormal and misshaped The monster...the spirit...evil... had consumed his mother and left the pain..the agony..the hurt the haze.. a sudden haze, was his mother.

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Dec 23, 2013

Dec 23, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC

The Haze

His mind is a sudden haze, the details are a blur, the smiles fade to frowns He trembles in fear as he doesn't know when the monster is coming home.. The spirit which consumes the holy being of a home of a child, of a sister, of a husband, of a wife, of love. The spirit which is evil in itself that left the everlasting marks of terror and pain engraved in the mind of the pure The white mind of the boy which marked innocence slowly fades to gray The haze, the sudden haze slowly focuses in, Becomes clearer and clearer within each stride The haze turns into a person, a familiar sight.. The haze is a tall figure, fragile, skinny, abnormal and misshaped The monster...the spirit...evil... had consumed his mother and left the pain..the agony..the hurt the haze.. a sudden haze, was his mother.

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