sara-jakke - Hello Poetry

Her eyes, cold as ice Blue as the ocean that swallowed her alive. Emptiness in darkness and tears falling, falling down her beautiful face Her yellow smile, What was ones as bright as the moonlight Is all devoured by the fast darkness of space The yellow time has passed Its gone to waste

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC

Her past

Her eyes, cold as ice Blue as the ocean that swallowed her alive. Emptiness in darkness and tears falling, falling down her beautiful face Her yellow smile, What was ones as bright as the moonlight Is all devoured by the fast darkness of space The yellow time has passed Its gone to waste

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When you hit the bottom of the sea You will realise That time is an illusion And love is a distraction From reality that hits you hard and Unfairness Oppression Selfishness The society that we breathe in Your skin so soft Porcelain Big brown eyes When will I ever see those again? You left without a trace I dwell in your embrace I was lost and you found me I opened up and became a wild flower Still searching for our souls Who we are Where we are going Should we just drop everything And travel the world? Experiences over institutions Memories over systematic learning Living over claustrophobia Why did you leave? Let me grow and now you let me die

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC

When you hit the bottom of the sea

When you hit the bottom of the sea You will realise That time is an illusion And love is a distraction From reality that hits you hard and Unfairness Oppression Selfishness The society that we breathe in Your skin so soft Porcelain Big brown eyes When will I ever see those again? You left without a trace I dwell in your embrace I was lost and you found me I opened up and became a wild flower Still searching for our souls Who we are Where we are going Should we just drop everything And travel the world? Experiences over institutions Memories over systematic learning Living over claustrophobia Why did you leave? Let me grow and now you let me die

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On earth, there are billions of people. Living, breathing, waking up. These creatures sleep when there is no light. When darkness swallows the sunlight but leaves the moon in its astonishing picture. A photo of darkness and moonlight and dancing hippies crowded around a fire in the middle of the woods. The progression of the landscape is continuous and emotional for those who care. One can climb over a wall and visualise manmade buildings and sculptures and towers and one can chose to climb a mountain and see blankets of ocean, rainforest or deserts. The choices are endless, earth is precious, plants are precious, bacteria is precious, animals are precious, apart from one sort, the kind that likes to set itself aside from the animal kingdom, become a different species. Precious is not the right word to describe this wildling. That animal is dangerous. On its own a tiger or a lion would easily **** it, and eat it alive. Brutal, show no mercy. But give them some tools and they will blow any creatures head of in mysterious ways.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC

On planet earth

On earth, there are billions of people. Living, breathing, waking up. These creatures sleep when there is no light. When darkness swallows the sunlight but leaves the moon in its astonishing picture. A photo of darkness and moonlight and dancing hippies crowded around a fire in the middle of the woods. The progression of the landscape is continuous and emotional for those who care. One can climb over a wall and visualise manmade buildings and sculptures and towers and one can chose to climb a mountain and see blankets of ocean, rainforest or deserts. The choices are endless, earth is precious, plants are precious, bacteria is precious, animals are precious, apart from one sort, the kind that likes to set itself aside from the animal kingdom, become a different species. Precious is not the right word to describe this wildling. That animal is dangerous. On its own a tiger or a lion would easily **** it, and eat it alive. Brutal, show no mercy. But give them some tools and they will blow any creatures head of in mysterious ways.

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All I wanted was for you to stop me Grab my arm and tell me not to leave Beg me to stay Make me feel wanted You really did not want me there Not like that I understand But it’s the times that I need you most In those times When I feel as lonely as a desert rose

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC

Lonely as a desert rose

All I wanted was for you to stop me Grab my arm and tell me not to leave Beg me to stay Make me feel wanted You really did not want me there Not like that I understand But it’s the times that I need you most In those times When I feel as lonely as a desert rose

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But she was Entranced by his magical mind As she thought she had finally found someone Who really understood her But she wanted to melt with him He who had those captivating brown eyes Who was always by her side Her best friend But she needed him Sometimes too much as if She depended on him It made her feel unhappy so they walked on different roads But she felt empty Cause his peaceful presence did not live up To her exciting needs for thrills The emptiness was slowly driving her insane But she missed him Every day she woke up hoping he was sleeping there Like an angel from our fantasies One that watches over her But she was border line Something that was out of her control She loved him and he fulfilled her soul Blossomed the garden in her head But if only she was not border line And the emptiness would vanish in the darkness of the universe

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC

Uncertainty

But she was Entranced by his magical mind As she thought she had finally found someone Who really understood her But she wanted to melt with him He who had those captivating brown eyes Who was always by her side Her best friend But she needed him Sometimes too much as if She depended on him It made her feel unhappy so they walked on different roads But she felt empty Cause his peaceful presence did not live up To her exciting needs for thrills The emptiness was slowly driving her insane But she missed him Every day she woke up hoping he was sleeping there Like an angel from our fantasies One that watches over her But she was border line Something that was out of her control She loved him and he fulfilled her soul Blossomed the garden in her head But if only she was not border line And the emptiness would vanish in the darkness of the universe

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As a child she was touched Unpleasant experiences merged with her angry genes Her face is like a cover of an illusionary book There is suffering underneath the butterfly mask A self-destructive fire burns deep inside her Eating her mind unconsciously She is impulsive and moody and promiscuous Dancing footsteps in the fire Her captivating spirit, I will never forget Her elusiveness breaths mystery And she was always so easily bored Seeking for excitement in her life Thrill after thrill, otherwise she would get depressed Her never-ending appetite for adventure and attention It was so easy to get caught in her spell She is defiant and disgruntled with the world Pessimistic at times, but who could blame her? Has too much empathy for those who don’t deserve the suffering Or for those who live life blinded by all sorts of authority There was this tendency to be drawn to her, as she gave of this unique energy

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC

Her energy

As a child she was touched Unpleasant experiences merged with her angry genes Her face is like a cover of an illusionary book There is suffering underneath the butterfly mask A self-destructive fire burns deep inside her Eating her mind unconsciously She is impulsive and moody and promiscuous Dancing footsteps in the fire Her captivating spirit, I will never forget Her elusiveness breaths mystery And she was always so easily bored Seeking for excitement in her life Thrill after thrill, otherwise she would get depressed Her never-ending appetite for adventure and attention It was so easy to get caught in her spell She is defiant and disgruntled with the world Pessimistic at times, but who could blame her? Has too much empathy for those who don’t deserve the suffering Or for those who live life blinded by all sorts of authority There was this tendency to be drawn to her, as she gave of this unique energy

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Life is meaningless Yet there exists beauty brought to us by emotion Emotions raise questions Such as, “why are we here?” The aesthetic pleasure of life is given to us trough our senses Senses of perception When we lose our senses Or the importance of our senses We need a divine purpose For we cannot escape death We become trapped as time moves on The innocent children are sleeping The beast inside all of us roars and grinds Crumbling ashes vanish in the sand As the ocean washes all the suffering away

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC

Meaning of Life

Life is meaningless Yet there exists beauty brought to us by emotion Emotions raise questions Such as, “why are we here?” The aesthetic pleasure of life is given to us trough our senses Senses of perception When we lose our senses Or the importance of our senses We need a divine purpose For we cannot escape death We become trapped as time moves on The innocent children are sleeping The beast inside all of us roars and grinds Crumbling ashes vanish in the sand As the ocean washes all the suffering away

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The clouds are weak And you're running Running down the streets Hearing voices Whispering

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC

No name

The clouds are weak And you're running Running down the streets Hearing voices Whispering

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Ashes rained down on the fields As fire rises Nature has no shields The elements' surprises With declining yields The valley of ashes Where the sun shined The planet crashes Where the moon aligned Life flashes The world is ours I hate humans Make money buy cars I hate humans Get drunk battle scars I hate humans Oh, just watch the stars I hate humans I'm not one to stereotype Did it for the rhyme Smoking from the peace pipe Feeling sublime All we got is time They say we got time Deforestation Exploitation Marriage of children before their first ovulation Predation Degradation Taxation Starvation I am dreaming of salvation The world is ours I hate humans Make money buy cars I hate humans Get drunk battle scars I hate humans Oh, just watch the stars I hate humans My story's pretty sad I'd love to stay and chat But the world is just a rabbit hat Oppressed women in Chad Why so negative, it is not only mad One finds beauty behind the evil mask Its only one life you had

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Oct 10, 2013

Oct 10, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC

Looking for answers

Ashes rained down on the fields As fire rises Nature has no shields The elements' surprises With declining yields The valley of ashes Where the sun shined The planet crashes Where the moon aligned Life flashes The world is ours I hate humans Make money buy cars I hate humans Get drunk battle scars I hate humans Oh, just watch the stars I hate humans I'm not one to stereotype Did it for the rhyme Smoking from the peace pipe Feeling sublime All we got is time They say we got time Deforestation Exploitation Marriage of children before their first ovulation Predation Degradation Taxation Starvation I am dreaming of salvation The world is ours I hate humans Make money buy cars I hate humans Get drunk battle scars I hate humans Oh, just watch the stars I hate humans My story's pretty sad I'd love to stay and chat But the world is just a rabbit hat Oppressed women in Chad Why so negative, it is not only mad One finds beauty behind the evil mask Its only one life you had

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There is a voice inside my head. When I am trying my hardest to concentrate I often lose track of attention A voice, Not my voice Whispers Nothing big or scary It only plugs my attention It resets I forget what I was thinking, or talking about. The voice stole my line of thought Hid it in the treasure of a pirate map Who we hypnotised by mermaids It embitters me Forms difficulties during arguments. And it makes me feel less in control about myself It is as if life has set limitations for me That I feel I cannot cross If I were a mermaid I would leave the brave pirates from drowning And swallowing their soul I would remember and gently guide them to shoal Remember

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Oct 9, 2013

Oct 9, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC

Remember

There is a voice inside my head. When I am trying my hardest to concentrate I often lose track of attention A voice, Not my voice Whispers Nothing big or scary It only plugs my attention It resets I forget what I was thinking, or talking about. The voice stole my line of thought Hid it in the treasure of a pirate map Who we hypnotised by mermaids It embitters me Forms difficulties during arguments. And it makes me feel less in control about myself It is as if life has set limitations for me That I feel I cannot cross If I were a mermaid I would leave the brave pirates from drowning And swallowing their soul I would remember and gently guide them to shoal Remember

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