nielism - Hello Poetry

Their vices and all badness, Oh! An evildoer's gladness, Qualmishness with sickness, Tumbled down by sadness, Desolation and dreariness, Entreating for a lightness!

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May 31, 2019

May 31, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC

Gloominess

Their vices and all badness, Oh! An evildoer's gladness, Qualmishness with sickness, Tumbled down by sadness, Desolation and dreariness, Entreating for a lightness!

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I think i needed Some time in silence Scared shitless And shaking And needing Every second of it But can you see me It's dark I think i needed Some time in silence Scared shitless And shaking And needing Every second of it But can you see me It's dark

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Mar 5, 2019

Mar 5, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC

Black Out

I think i needed Some time in silence Scared shitless And shaking And needing Every second of it But can you see me It's dark I think i needed Some time in silence Scared shitless And shaking And needing Every second of it But can you see me It's dark

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Usok, Mapusok, Tumutusok. Buhay nating parang usok Sa lahat ng bagay nawawalan ng desisyon, mapusok Kaya ang laging mali sa buhay, tumutusok Sindi Landi Intindi Makulay na apoy ng sindi Bawat hithit sa oras, panaho'y malandi Pinipilit na ang realidad, iniintindi. Kasama Tama Masama sa bawat yapak sa daana'y ikaw ang kasama Wala eh, masarap, masarap ang tama Hanggang sa di mo na namalayan na ikaw na, ikaw na ang napasama, ikaw na ang masama.

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC

Siga-real-yo

Usok, Mapusok, Tumutusok. Buhay nating parang usok Sa lahat ng bagay nawawalan ng desisyon, mapusok Kaya ang laging mali sa buhay, tumutusok Sindi Landi Intindi Makulay na apoy ng sindi Bawat hithit sa oras, panaho'y malandi Pinipilit na ang realidad, iniintindi. Kasama Tama Masama sa bawat yapak sa daana'y ikaw ang kasama Wala eh, masarap, masarap ang tama Hanggang sa di mo na namalayan na ikaw na, ikaw na ang napasama, ikaw na ang masama.

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Lobo, maaaring hayop o bagay Ano nga ba ang tunay? Mga kaibigang nagbibigay pugay. Sino nga ba ang tunay? Araw araw magpasalamat para sa mga totoo Mga pekeng kaibiga'y alisin sa buhay mo. Magpakasaya hangga't may hininga. Dahil balang araw malilimutan mo rin sila.

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Dec 10, 2018

Dec 10, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC

Lobo

Lobo, maaaring hayop o bagay Ano nga ba ang tunay? Mga kaibigang nagbibigay pugay. Sino nga ba ang tunay? Araw araw magpasalamat para sa mga totoo Mga pekeng kaibiga'y alisin sa buhay mo. Magpakasaya hangga't may hininga. Dahil balang araw malilimutan mo rin sila.

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Himig kalungkutan, mga himig na hindi mawari Mga dapat na pinapakinggan mo twing ika'y wala sa sarili, Nang mapagtantong **** mas nawawala ka pa sa iyong sarili Pero mas pinanghahawakan kong ikaw ay manatili Sana, sana nga, hanggang huli Hanggang HULI.

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Dec 5, 2018

Dec 5, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC

Delubyo

Himig kalungkutan, mga himig na hindi mawari Mga dapat na pinapakinggan mo twing ika'y wala sa sarili, Nang mapagtantong **** mas nawawala ka pa sa iyong sarili Pero mas pinanghahawakan kong ikaw ay manatili Sana, sana nga, hanggang huli Hanggang HULI.

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When you were young and scared of nothing, You were enchanted by the moon, And a field of glowing stars that clung, To the ceiling of your room. You drew lines to link their beauty, Made constellations of your own, An explorer of the universe, With your warm bed for a throne. And you remember one cold evening, When those stars had lose their light, How you grabbed your favourite sweater, And padded out into the night. And the sight that lay above you, Made your tiny heart start reeling, As a sea of glinting starlight danced, On the worlds now darkened ceiling. But though the stars strung high above you Claimed you were part of it all, You couldn't stop their large expanse From making you feel small. For despite all of the lines you drew, The constellations stayed the same, And every star you made your own, Already had a name. But listen young explorer, For a star's light can be slow, And the ones you see above you, Were made a long long time ago. And though the world won't see it, Until this earth's a lot more worn, The moment you saw the sky, A brand new star was born.

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC

Young Explorer

When you were young and scared of nothing, You were enchanted by the moon, And a field of glowing stars that clung, To the ceiling of your room. You drew lines to link their beauty, Made constellations of your own, An explorer of the universe, With your warm bed for a throne. And you remember one cold evening, When those stars had lose their light, How you grabbed your favourite sweater, And padded out into the night. And the sight that lay above you, Made your tiny heart start reeling, As a sea of glinting starlight danced, On the worlds now darkened ceiling. But though the stars strung high above you Claimed you were part of it all, You couldn't stop their large expanse From making you feel small. For despite all of the lines you drew, The constellations stayed the same, And every star you made your own, Already had a name. But listen young explorer, For a star's light can be slow, And the ones you see above you, Were made a long long time ago. And though the world won't see it, Until this earth's a lot more worn, The moment you saw the sky, A brand new star was born.

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The one who bears the sweetest name, and adds luster to the same. Long life to her for there's no other, who takes the place of my dear Mother.

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC

Mother

The one who bears the sweetest name, and adds luster to the same. Long life to her for there's no other, who takes the place of my dear Mother.

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N onsensical enigmas form a queue O ntogenies where time is in reverse T wo sides to everything but why so few? H istoric catalogue of multiverse I nfinity that's frozen on the spot N o change of entropy if all were still G reen engines which produce but don't get hot P recise, deterministic style free-will A spatially dimensionless time-zone R eligions with the freedom to evolve A lthough I have to own I have my own- D ogmatic attitudes I'll not devolve O ne hopes someday to hear someone propound X marks the spot where everything is found.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC

No Thing Paradox.

N onsensical enigmas form a queue O ntogenies where time is in reverse T wo sides to everything but why so few? H istoric catalogue of multiverse I nfinity that's frozen on the spot N o change of entropy if all were still G reen engines which produce but don't get hot P recise, deterministic style free-will A spatially dimensionless time-zone R eligions with the freedom to evolve A lthough I have to own I have my own- D ogmatic attitudes I'll not devolve O ne hopes someday to hear someone propound X marks the spot where everything is found.

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F ar down South China Sea I ndigenous brave men and women lives L oyal, friendly, fearless happy people I ngenous and not to be outsmarted P earl of the orient no other else in Asia I slands nurtured by Mother Nature and it's wonders N ot to fear surrender it's freedom and liberty O nly to die and ready to struggle to self-determination.

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC

Filipino Race.

F ar down South China Sea I ndigenous brave men and women lives L oyal, friendly, fearless happy people I ngenous and not to be outsmarted P earl of the orient no other else in Asia I slands nurtured by Mother Nature and it's wonders N ot to fear surrender it's freedom and liberty O nly to die and ready to struggle to self-determination.

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Ｅach day in cotton gloves, the artist works Ｐerfecting gorgeous flowers made of silk Ｈarmoniously hued and ever perked Ｅternal, unlike fresh ones of their ilk Ｍeandering back home 'midst evening gloom Ｅncounters in a sad neglected park Ｒetiring, non-attention seeking bloom Ａnd feels a stirring of compassion spark Ｌet's drop her wooly mitt and stoops to touch Ｂeneath the leaves, dropped petals slowly fade Ｌamenting tarnished loveliness nonesuch Ｏbliquely for a moment two lives braid Ｏffhand there is no purpose for a glove Ｍortality is tantamount to love.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC

Ephemeral Bloom.

Ｅach day in cotton gloves, the artist works Ｐerfecting gorgeous flowers made of silk Ｈarmoniously hued and ever perked Ｅternal, unlike fresh ones of their ilk Ｍeandering back home 'midst evening gloom Ｅncounters in a sad neglected park Ｒetiring, non-attention seeking bloom Ａnd feels a stirring of compassion spark Ｌet's drop her wooly mitt and stoops to touch Ｂeneath the leaves, dropped petals slowly fade Ｌamenting tarnished loveliness nonesuch Ｏbliquely for a moment two lives braid Ｏffhand there is no purpose for a glove Ｍortality is tantamount to love.

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