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micaiah
micaiah
Filipino
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Poetry
I am made of different things, That is why everyone believes, I have no soul, No feelings. that it doesn't hurt, When I know I'm the one, That keeps lovers apart, Keeps the right from the wrong. They think it doesn't hurt, When people punch me in frustration. They don't make a dent, But they do to my heart. I might be what keeps people safe, But the glares shot at me, Are filled with hatred and anger, But all I do is be me, It's my job. People overlook me.  But when they do, It's as a problem. They think I'm not real, That I don't feel. I would cry if I could, Get rid of myself, So people would be happy, And not hate me. I lock people, Block the outside from the in. Hurt people, Without me knowing. I am something, People wish a away. I wish I could disappear, Making smiles reappear.  Everyone hates me, Detest my infinite width, Loathe my secure body, But I can't help it. I'm just  a wall.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Wall
Maybe I'll wake up happy if I go to bed Instead of sitting here overthinking everything you've ever said
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Overthinking
****** my delicate Mind and run after my Oxygen which is the Key to my sweet, long Everlasting pain
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
SMOKE
Pourquoi autant de haine et de Ignorance chez toi; qui jouas avec mes Emotions chétives et mes mots en Redondance, partiellement Répugnants jusqu'à la perte de leur Elégance? Cryptique, n’est-ce pas ?
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
PIERRE
The sun is still up Your time is almost up Where have you been Did you feel any rush or do I have to hush and put a lot of cream Do I have to buy you a watch Because you seem like you had a 7-hour flight The sunset carves your silhouette As if you were a part of the 7 greatest wonders Your voice penetrates my ears unexpectedly it starts to damage its functions Did you overhear my name Or was it from your own private research I've been seeing your face lately Is it a mirage or are you next to me You're with those other girls While I'm foolishly occupied by you Appearing randomly is a bad idea I've waited for that adrenaline moment to come Your motorcycle is a heavy attractive ride Holding you tight was serenity I'd probably miss my head on your shoulders As the wind celebrate our joyfulness Or was I alone in my own twisted, never-ending game
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
A Fool's Mirage
Do I have to be selfish And hide the truth To achieve everything Do I have to be a thief And steal one's right of knowing things To manipulate everything Do I have to be egocentric And forget about others To be happy alone To yawp is to scream To scream is to feel relieved Am I relieved Or do I look relieved To be or not to be
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
To be or not to be
Stuck in my daydream Always want to scream Sip my magic wand Evades from Sadland From my window I stand Lose control, let my hand Influence my heart and mind For I am deaf and blind Always a sweet escape From sadness and anger Light up my stick Heat surround me Black and White Heartbeats and rhythms Melodies and smiles Life and Death Magic wands make me feel at leisure Take me to Wanderland And lead me to my band For you are my guilty pleasure
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Magic Wand
Step out from the obscurity Haunting your mind And your soul entirely with Darkness which invades all your Organs slightly With a pocketful of sunshine.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
SHADOW
The nature’s unpleasantly clean Green and brown and full of wheat: Bending wheat Straight wheat The wind blows Bending and straight wheat flutter Straight ones move out and don’t come back Bending ones shift but always come back When new crops grow out: Straight ones tittle-tattle While bending ones mind their own business Arrogant people stand straight and empty Intelligent people bow their heads because of their mind’s heaviness Better to be dense rather than hollow
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Wheat