sam-ishmael-nocum-cruz - Hello Poetry

My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care. I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two. Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown. I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC

It's about you.

My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care. I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two. Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown. I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.

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You try to trick me, doesnt work, ignore me, schooled you for your hate, end up being the hater. So why do sickly, current dorks, adore thee, fooled to core door plates, bent cup fleeting a crater. Too sigh woo crick bee, paws rent torque, be bore three, cool two so more ate, red pup lying remaker. In short, Today is weird, You understand what happens, But the meaning behind is either vague, Or downright inapproriate, But still, It's fun.

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Jan 22, 2017

Jan 22, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC

Today in a nut shell.

You try to trick me, doesnt work, ignore me, schooled you for your hate, end up being the hater. So why do sickly, current dorks, adore thee, fooled to core door plates, bent cup fleeting a crater. Too sigh woo crick bee, paws rent torque, be bore three, cool two so more ate, red pup lying remaker. In short, Today is weird, You understand what happens, But the meaning behind is either vague, Or downright inapproriate, But still, It's fun.

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Hello goodmorning Today for calling So low so snoring I wonder why we say good morning Tonight in your place I help you like im waze In honesty been daze I can tell your tired for some days Get back in bed Few minutes before Wed I know it's still a more hours from my bill But I'll see you right through Because of my choice of do So take dudette and dude Across the globe I'll help you too.

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC

Place

Hello goodmorning Today for calling So low so snoring I wonder why we say good morning Tonight in your place I help you like im waze In honesty been daze I can tell your tired for some days Get back in bed Few minutes before Wed I know it's still a more hours from my bill But I'll see you right through Because of my choice of do So take dudette and dude Across the globe I'll help you too.

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Tutol Ako sa Nakararaming Gumaganap na Alam ang tama. In english as a more accurate translation... Since I actually **** more in my native language.... I am Definitely against the Information given by Oppressing and assuming Total majority So yeah, just so you know Anything is correct, probably, possibly.

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Jan 8, 2017

Jan 8, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC

TANGA / IDIOT

Tutol Ako sa Nakararaming Gumaganap na Alam ang tama. In english as a more accurate translation... Since I actually **** more in my native language.... I am Definitely against the Information given by Oppressing and assuming Total majority So yeah, just so you know Anything is correct, probably, possibly.

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Some days I feel good, Come ways dry seal crude, Done says vile meal dude, Bites you back til' you bleed food.

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Oct 9, 2016

Oct 9, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC

Retrospect

Some days I feel good, Come ways dry seal crude, Done says vile meal dude, Bites you back til' you bleed food.

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Open, Commanding eyes, open, Mind, Read the thoughts, Scribbled onto the fabric, Words that are set in stone, Matter that is untouchable, Ghostly syllables that have no means, Interconnected by differential seam, Like a sweater hugging the truth, A fluffly mask than enslaves an essence, Just to supply a relieving sigh, Just to claim a means to get by, Just to instill a feeling of a high.

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC

Signs

Open, Commanding eyes, open, Mind, Read the thoughts, Scribbled onto the fabric, Words that are set in stone, Matter that is untouchable, Ghostly syllables that have no means, Interconnected by differential seam, Like a sweater hugging the truth, A fluffly mask than enslaves an essence, Just to supply a relieving sigh, Just to claim a means to get by, Just to instill a feeling of a high.

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People may think anything, Create anything, Take everything.

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC

When you don't speak

People may think anything, Create anything, Take everything.

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There is a blue sky, It's probably really colorless, Insanely the lights reflect them, On and off the surfaces of anything and everything, It is a surreal place where even the weirdest creatures take form, Some help, some destroy, some are like paperweights flying along the storm, Silently sound just talks, it takes action without anyone knowing when, It begins to make sense of every piece in place, On top of a giant floor filled with invisible mazes, Where some take, some give, some steal, some respect, While some feel, some judge, some analyze, some expect, Tuning into the frequency of inevitability, While listening closely by the amplitudes of insanity and entropy, Closely intertwined, it never ends the same way.

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC

The Picture of the World

There is a blue sky, It's probably really colorless, Insanely the lights reflect them, On and off the surfaces of anything and everything, It is a surreal place where even the weirdest creatures take form, Some help, some destroy, some are like paperweights flying along the storm, Silently sound just talks, it takes action without anyone knowing when, It begins to make sense of every piece in place, On top of a giant floor filled with invisible mazes, Where some take, some give, some steal, some respect, While some feel, some judge, some analyze, some expect, Tuning into the frequency of inevitability, While listening closely by the amplitudes of insanity and entropy, Closely intertwined, it never ends the same way.

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I always hear this word, But they use it blindly, As they project themselves downward, In aspiral of chaos and confusion, Leaving nothing but a meaningful weight, That sends them to the feet of their hosts, Like parasites that only know how to feed, Sadly it is not in their capacity to realize, That no harm and disgust is reflected onto their spirit, But they continue to rot their own soul, Excreting an immaterial gas, Filled with toxins and emotions, Feelings that make the insides of your stomach tumble, Up and down then around the bounds, Boundaries that they could never cross, Because they are too young, maybe, Too ignorant, slightly, remorsefully, Going to schools and institutions, Just to forget to ask, yourself that is, And blissfully believing the facts that are handed down, like a vitamin pill, A placebo that makes you smarter as it seems, Beneath the soft exterior of a false personality, Not fake, but inadequately you, Not enough to be the own individual, Living a lie handing down whatever the time dictates, Never asking, why, because it is easy, It is easy to fall away, It is easy to hand out words, That indefinitely hold meaning, It is just a game of chance and luck, In a head that refuses to ask, It is so easy to make labels, To project the self onto another who does not know, To another that is seemingly ignorant, But who is well aware, But maybe decides to not give a care, Never ceasing to wonder, why? They are thousands of four letter words in the hundreds of languages, And yet they choose to represent themselves in a word that they avert their ego.

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC

Hate

I always hear this word, But they use it blindly, As they project themselves downward, In aspiral of chaos and confusion, Leaving nothing but a meaningful weight, That sends them to the feet of their hosts, Like parasites that only know how to feed, Sadly it is not in their capacity to realize, That no harm and disgust is reflected onto their spirit, But they continue to rot their own soul, Excreting an immaterial gas, Filled with toxins and emotions, Feelings that make the insides of your stomach tumble, Up and down then around the bounds, Boundaries that they could never cross, Because they are too young, maybe, Too ignorant, slightly, remorsefully, Going to schools and institutions, Just to forget to ask, yourself that is, And blissfully believing the facts that are handed down, like a vitamin pill, A placebo that makes you smarter as it seems, Beneath the soft exterior of a false personality, Not fake, but inadequately you, Not enough to be the own individual, Living a lie handing down whatever the time dictates, Never asking, why, because it is easy, It is easy to fall away, It is easy to hand out words, That indefinitely hold meaning, It is just a game of chance and luck, In a head that refuses to ask, It is so easy to make labels, To project the self onto another who does not know, To another that is seemingly ignorant, But who is well aware, But maybe decides to not give a care, Never ceasing to wonder, why? They are thousands of four letter words in the hundreds of languages, And yet they choose to represent themselves in a word that they avert their ego.

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This lies in a far enough world where our family found peace, A realm where none other than the likes of us could only seek, We played music to our hearts content, We made love to the women that set our souls unkempt, It was the good life or so it seemed, Until the morning came and we played to spring, Blooming into adults that is what it sings, Doing our duties to keep the place at peace, Killing ghosts and monsters well ain't that obscene, As forever goes on it stopped with a niche and a nudge, Like when sleep is done we wake up with the sun, Whoops I am awake I think that's won, A given, well this world is better than none.

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

Empty Dreams

This lies in a far enough world where our family found peace, A realm where none other than the likes of us could only seek, We played music to our hearts content, We made love to the women that set our souls unkempt, It was the good life or so it seemed, Until the morning came and we played to spring, Blooming into adults that is what it sings, Doing our duties to keep the place at peace, Killing ghosts and monsters well ain't that obscene, As forever goes on it stopped with a niche and a nudge, Like when sleep is done we wake up with the sun, Whoops I am awake I think that's won, A given, well this world is better than none.

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