mikel - Hello Poetry

The space in every word of a sentence The silence between notes of a song The rest after a hard day's work Gap and stop makes sense There is no such thing as nothing. Even nothing must have something. Sometimes, a stop is needed A necessary halt for refueling the engine A little brake to a steep corner The travel becomes faster

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC

Muni Muni Sa Byahe

The space in every word of a sentence The silence between notes of a song The rest after a hard day's work Gap and stop makes sense There is no such thing as nothing. Even nothing must have something. Sometimes, a stop is needed A necessary halt for refueling the engine A little brake to a steep corner The travel becomes faster

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Choosing not to choose is still choosing Just as not deciding is still deciding Not taking the risk is still risky The making of a default life — the comfortable misery I don’t want to own my mistakes I rather blame the world as an unfair place Pointing someone as an escape for my own shame Is like accepting my lot will always be the same The effortless door — so wide and so light While most right paths are battles needed for a fight Sometimes, restrictions give the way to freedom While too much freewill makes someone a prison I then realized: the default is all my fault I’m might not in control of most results Yet, it’s not about getting the so-loved “success” But, it’s me lovingly taking the so-hated “process” Life in default settings is quite addictive The cage of ease is to make-believe Better to get the pain of today’s threats In exchange for the pain of tomorrow’s regrets

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC

Default Settings

Choosing not to choose is still choosing Just as not deciding is still deciding Not taking the risk is still risky The making of a default life — the comfortable misery I don’t want to own my mistakes I rather blame the world as an unfair place Pointing someone as an escape for my own shame Is like accepting my lot will always be the same The effortless door — so wide and so light While most right paths are battles needed for a fight Sometimes, restrictions give the way to freedom While too much freewill makes someone a prison I then realized: the default is all my fault I’m might not in control of most results Yet, it’s not about getting the so-loved “success” But, it’s me lovingly taking the so-hated “process” Life in default settings is quite addictive The cage of ease is to make-believe Better to get the pain of today’s threats In exchange for the pain of tomorrow’s regrets

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You’ve been a naked newly born Mama rejoice while you mourn Birth pain turned to joy Hearing the doctor saying, “he’s a boy.” Time flies as you started to walk Learned to speak a few words to talk Your selfishness and fragile life She protects with sleepless nights She molds you in her own way Until you grow enough to go astray You’re loved yet felt owned After what she’s done, she’s now alone Mama got old and can’t say a word You visit her from your troubled world Letting the silence speak words You’re not that old, yet can’t say a word Weeping for the joy you can’t define Mama’s pain dissolved through the tears in her eyes After years playing your own toys You’re still your Mama’s Boy

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Jul 9, 2019

Jul 9, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC

Madonna and Her Boy

You’ve been a naked newly born Mama rejoice while you mourn Birth pain turned to joy Hearing the doctor saying, “he’s a boy.” Time flies as you started to walk Learned to speak a few words to talk Your selfishness and fragile life She protects with sleepless nights She molds you in her own way Until you grow enough to go astray You’re loved yet felt owned After what she’s done, she’s now alone Mama got old and can’t say a word You visit her from your troubled world Letting the silence speak words You’re not that old, yet can’t say a word Weeping for the joy you can’t define Mama’s pain dissolved through the tears in her eyes After years playing your own toys You’re still your Mama’s Boy

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I don’t hear the boo I don’t want a clue I don’t want the cheer I don’t need to hear I couldn’t see what’s coming So, why am I overthinking? I couldn’t see again what happened So, all I have are lessons at the end I couldn’t feel the heat I’m having a slow heart beat Enforcing to numb the feeling For the sake of practical reasoning If insanity is lack of proper thinking Then, what is for lack of proper feeling? It is worth it to outsmart my emotions? If my connections are my passions?

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC

Proper Insanity

I don’t hear the boo I don’t want a clue I don’t want the cheer I don’t need to hear I couldn’t see what’s coming So, why am I overthinking? I couldn’t see again what happened So, all I have are lessons at the end I couldn’t feel the heat I’m having a slow heart beat Enforcing to numb the feeling For the sake of practical reasoning If insanity is lack of proper thinking Then, what is for lack of proper feeling? It is worth it to outsmart my emotions? If my connections are my passions?

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Pleasure does not always mean happiness Same as tears could mean joy without sadness Sometimes, you found ‘it’ in a weird place called ‘pain’ You’re not a ********* just in love with the ‘gain’ You cannot give what you don’t have You can only give to as much as you love And love is getting ’pain’ for the ’gain’ Just to give away your ’gain’ in a painful way Then, the ’pain’ will go away Then, you search again for a way A way to get another ‘gain’ That means another ‘pain’ Then, you give away your ‘gain’ (again) You will release the ‘pain’ (again) This cycle will continue until a time A time when you only have is time Stopping this make you a dead person To continue is to find a great reason Pain. Gain. Give. Repeat. There’s no other way to cheat.

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May 10, 2019

May 10, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC

Pain. Gain. Give. Repeat.

Pleasure does not always mean happiness Same as tears could mean joy without sadness Sometimes, you found ‘it’ in a weird place called ‘pain’ You’re not a ********* just in love with the ‘gain’ You cannot give what you don’t have You can only give to as much as you love And love is getting ’pain’ for the ’gain’ Just to give away your ’gain’ in a painful way Then, the ’pain’ will go away Then, you search again for a way A way to get another ‘gain’ That means another ‘pain’ Then, you give away your ‘gain’ (again) You will release the ‘pain’ (again) This cycle will continue until a time A time when you only have is time Stopping this make you a dead person To continue is to find a great reason Pain. Gain. Give. Repeat. There’s no other way to cheat.

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The expectation is a huge dictator ‘Cause we only get what we pay for If unhappiness is a way of thinking Of always being happy, then you’re dreaming You create another problem In thinking you should have none of them Roadblocks are part of the path Denying them will let the burden lasts A time comes when you step on a **** Also, a time comes of an angel’s meet As peace is never the lack of violence Rather contentment in the midst of confused silence You don’t prefer a hard life, you shouldn’t You just prepare to be less unprepared, why you wouldn’t?

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC

While Waiting for a Bus Ride

The expectation is a huge dictator ‘Cause we only get what we pay for If unhappiness is a way of thinking Of always being happy, then you’re dreaming You create another problem In thinking you should have none of them Roadblocks are part of the path Denying them will let the burden lasts A time comes when you step on a **** Also, a time comes of an angel’s meet As peace is never the lack of violence Rather contentment in the midst of confused silence You don’t prefer a hard life, you shouldn’t You just prepare to be less unprepared, why you wouldn’t?

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To get hurt is to get tough Let this pain make me man enough It’s so easy to say, “I’m weak and lazy” Than to fight my hell out to life-so-easy WhenI look at the man in the mirror I can’t look in his eyes for so much bitter I numb myself to my utmost core I feel nothing anymore The facade of perfection When in truth: filth and self-destruction Seems so happy without the pain Why not choose: seems in pain, but truly happy The brave get killed, but once in his life The coward lives, have everything, but life

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC

Pain with Benefits

To get hurt is to get tough Let this pain make me man enough It’s so easy to say, “I’m weak and lazy” Than to fight my hell out to life-so-easy WhenI look at the man in the mirror I can’t look in his eyes for so much bitter I numb myself to my utmost core I feel nothing anymore The facade of perfection When in truth: filth and self-destruction Seems so happy without the pain Why not choose: seems in pain, but truly happy The brave get killed, but once in his life The coward lives, have everything, but life

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The only thing I am certain Is the feeling for uncertain things The only thing I know Is almost close to nothing The only thing that doesn't change Is that change is not ashamed to remain So, what's the only thing that matter? Maybe, just maybe, depending on this poem's reader Or maybe, just maybe, it's love that only matters If that so, then why it'seems not it so? Do I look at the wrong angle? Or, do I look only on things I want to see? I hope to find this only thing Or, I'll just look for some things

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC

The Only Thing

The only thing I am certain Is the feeling for uncertain things The only thing I know Is almost close to nothing The only thing that doesn't change Is that change is not ashamed to remain So, what's the only thing that matter? Maybe, just maybe, depending on this poem's reader Or maybe, just maybe, it's love that only matters If that so, then why it'seems not it so? Do I look at the wrong angle? Or, do I look only on things I want to see? I hope to find this only thing Or, I'll just look for some things

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You knew that for such yearning thirst No sunlight rapture would suffice When you created these poor eyes of mine You were thinking of that eternal gaze Enraptured by the endless deep

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Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC

POETRY OF SAINT JOHN PAUL II

You knew that for such yearning thirst No sunlight rapture would suffice When you created these poor eyes of mine You were thinking of that eternal gaze Enraptured by the endless deep

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For the woman who knows me more than anyone The decoder of my unpredictable personality The person who can give me my needs even before I ask I never heard you tell me that you love me But I'm sure that you do It was obvious in the way you care for our family We have been through a lot And that really means a lot Sorry if my way of loving you sometimes displeases you In all my pursuits I made countless mistakes You seem disappointed The truth is you just want me to be somebody Somebody that can get the best out of life Don't worry Mommy loving you is Experiencing the best this life can give You are the channel of God's unconditional love Yes you're not perfect so am I But your motherly love is the one that connects us Accepting your dear son not just a part but a whole Not just the good but even the worst Yes, I'm a Mama's Boy and so be it!

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May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC

Poem of a Mama's Boy (Year 2013)

For the woman who knows me more than anyone The decoder of my unpredictable personality The person who can give me my needs even before I ask I never heard you tell me that you love me But I'm sure that you do It was obvious in the way you care for our family We have been through a lot And that really means a lot Sorry if my way of loving you sometimes displeases you In all my pursuits I made countless mistakes You seem disappointed The truth is you just want me to be somebody Somebody that can get the best out of life Don't worry Mommy loving you is Experiencing the best this life can give You are the channel of God's unconditional love Yes you're not perfect so am I But your motherly love is the one that connects us Accepting your dear son not just a part but a whole Not just the good but even the worst Yes, I'm a Mama's Boy and so be it!

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