ryan-lindsey - Hello Poetry

To fuel my insides and make different pitches for comfort and relief. I feel selfish and dried But I am soaked in emotions. Is a blender an instrument? More so than that, we need more trumpets in todays tunes. TUNES

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC

ryan-lindsey

Tunes

To fuel my insides and make different pitches for comfort and relief. I feel selfish and dried But I am soaked in emotions. Is a blender an instrument? More so than that, we need more trumpets in todays tunes. TUNES

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THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS I POUR THE WEIGHT THE ACH EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE IM NOT IN CHARGE THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING A BREATH A BREATH BREATHING I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING I FEEL I FEEL I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING THE CARS THE CHILDREN THE ANGER THE POLITICS GUNS RELIGION CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY ITS GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS

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Sep 18, 2015

Sep 18, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC

ryan-lindsey

September 21st 2015

THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS I POUR THE WEIGHT THE ACH EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE IM NOT IN CHARGE THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING A BREATH A BREATH BREATHING I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING EVERYTHING IS MOVING I FEEL I FEEL I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING THE CARS THE CHILDREN THE ANGER THE POLITICS GUNS RELIGION CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY ITS GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS IT BENDS THE GRASS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS BENDS

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Climb the mountain that is your life. Don't fret if you're not where you want to be. You're at a peak, not the peak. djm

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ryan-lindsey

Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC

daniel-mcdougall

Mountains

Climb the mountain that is your life. Don't fret if you're not where you want to be. You're at a peak, not the peak. djm

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We nurture the mind so that it can be pretty and sufficient We nurture our hearts so that it can pour compassion and sympathy The mind is sick Your heart is weak So now you sit to riddle and weep. Moral low Sanctum none But yet im blamed for something noones done? I work I try Why am i given that pathetic sigh? I cry for passion It is my feelings I ration Im called lazy And hazy Im sick Im sick Im angry im ****** I believe in HUMANITY cant anyone give a **** Im exhausted and lost it I need repercaution. Give me my MIND I DEMAND MY SOUL BUT ITS AS BLACK AS COAL I demand respect and that is correct don't look at me like a reject you insect. You infect everything pure and select but u don't seem to neglect the fact that THIS IS MY MIND, MY SOUL, I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE EXPRESSION AND GODS DEVINE INTERVENTION ALL EXIST UNDER MY INSPECTION. LAST I HEARD GOD NEVER TOOK REJECTIONS. I want TO LOVE I WANT TO GIVE GIVE MELIFE I CAN LIVE BABIES CRYING BABIES CRYING BABIES CRYING

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC

ryan-lindsey

It is Art

We nurture the mind so that it can be pretty and sufficient We nurture our hearts so that it can pour compassion and sympathy The mind is sick Your heart is weak So now you sit to riddle and weep. Moral low Sanctum none But yet im blamed for something noones done? I work I try Why am i given that pathetic sigh? I cry for passion It is my feelings I ration Im called lazy And hazy Im sick Im sick Im angry im ****** I believe in HUMANITY cant anyone give a **** Im exhausted and lost it I need repercaution. Give me my MIND I DEMAND MY SOUL BUT ITS AS BLACK AS COAL I demand respect and that is correct don't look at me like a reject you insect. You infect everything pure and select but u don't seem to neglect the fact that THIS IS MY MIND, MY SOUL, I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE EXPRESSION AND GODS DEVINE INTERVENTION ALL EXIST UNDER MY INSPECTION. LAST I HEARD GOD NEVER TOOK REJECTIONS. I want TO LOVE I WANT TO GIVE GIVE MELIFE I CAN LIVE BABIES CRYING BABIES CRYING BABIES CRYING

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