sean-yessayan - Hello Poetry

Good evening everybody, tonight's a very special episode about a boy not understood by his peers so sincere to his emotive-ish veneer. The irony's so dramatic to the Viewer of it all. Tensely suspended anxiety on air ever known that what's shown will work itself out on its own. That's the way it always goes, but not without comedic conversation, awkward confrontation, then happy resolution; thus consealing that joyous feeling the reward for sympathetic fearing. Yep, that's the way it goes, except this is not a show and my name is not Chris, so the fly on the wall will despise or revel in my fall.

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC

Everybody Hates Chris

Good evening everybody, tonight's a very special episode about a boy not understood by his peers so sincere to his emotive-ish veneer. The irony's so dramatic to the Viewer of it all. Tensely suspended anxiety on air ever known that what's shown will work itself out on its own. That's the way it always goes, but not without comedic conversation, awkward confrontation, then happy resolution; thus consealing that joyous feeling the reward for sympathetic fearing. Yep, that's the way it goes, except this is not a show and my name is not Chris, so the fly on the wall will despise or revel in my fall.

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As the mornings' suns, I wait eagerly, for your lashes to mimic.

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC

The Most Beautiful [a haiku]

As the mornings' suns, I wait eagerly, for your lashes to mimic.

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The artist dragged a hand across a city skyline in the sky while the paint was still wet.

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC

Morning Commute

The artist dragged a hand across a city skyline in the sky while the paint was still wet.

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Dormant eyes slept open'd, sought but hardly for naught, lasting evermore.

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC

Alive (a haiku)

Dormant eyes slept open'd, sought but hardly for naught, lasting evermore.

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In the mist of shapeful clouds, in the midst of a friend's grieving, opened a fist of one lower than the cherub's wrist outstretched. Adrift, a story of comfort exists to ensure her: blessed is her loved one passed.

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC

The Sky's Story

In the mist of shapeful clouds, in the midst of a friend's grieving, opened a fist of one lower than the cherub's wrist outstretched. Adrift, a story of comfort exists to ensure her: blessed is her loved one passed.

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I notice, while sitting with a pen, harvesting words for the task I was given, fantastic dreams of ****** exploration, unobtainable and maybe unrequited, cloud my mind with a most fatal attraction.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC

A Welcomed Distraction

I notice, while sitting with a pen, harvesting words for the task I was given, fantastic dreams of ****** exploration, unobtainable and maybe unrequited, cloud my mind with a most fatal attraction.

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One two infinity. Ask and receive. If only words could come to life through this screen. A truthful miracle I'd wish for over thrice. Hundreds of squared pixels can only hide a greater beauty whose words it relays. Even if to be seen once.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC

To Make a Screened Heart Come to Life

One two infinity. Ask and receive. If only words could come to life through this screen. A truthful miracle I'd wish for over thrice. Hundreds of squared pixels can only hide a greater beauty whose words it relays. Even if to be seen once.

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