seye - Hello Poetry

My ****** mind craved a new hearing from you I would sit night after night Imagining castles and angels I would dress not in a cape But in Burberry mufflers and a hat learning to serenade in your voice. The in betweens beckon once in a while but i have known the true voice just like you know from deep within. I know of a woman who thought picking cherries and dreaming of castles were for the wrong I know of another woman, Evolved from the Eloi Clan And Elvish. And she sings The rain to sleep. She is Bella I am learning to breath and I hope you still do.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC

My ****** mind craved(To The Man I Loved)

My ****** mind craved a new hearing from you I would sit night after night Imagining castles and angels I would dress not in a cape But in Burberry mufflers and a hat learning to serenade in your voice. The in betweens beckon once in a while but i have known the true voice just like you know from deep within. I know of a woman who thought picking cherries and dreaming of castles were for the wrong I know of another woman, Evolved from the Eloi Clan And Elvish. And she sings The rain to sleep. She is Bella I am learning to breath and I hope you still do.

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writing letters of apology, we utter words like, 'weakness in man. the curse! women, the abominable sin'. writing letters of apology we first deny the obvious welding lies with truth wrecking trust with words writing letters of apology, we quite recall others who stepped in these traps wearing shields and helmets writing letters of apology, wriggling in pain and depression we gnash our teeth words admitting that man is weak.

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC

Writing Letters of Apology (W)

writing letters of apology, we utter words like, 'weakness in man. the curse! women, the abominable sin'. writing letters of apology we first deny the obvious welding lies with truth wrecking trust with words writing letters of apology, we quite recall others who stepped in these traps wearing shields and helmets writing letters of apology, wriggling in pain and depression we gnash our teeth words admitting that man is weak.

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today i played Ambre in a concert of 20 people with my eyes closed all but at the 25th bar. Out of every sobre heart i saw for that 3 seconds i saw your own eyes closed enwrapped in the music. you weren't thinking about the calibre of people in this small room, or the cost of the ticket. Not about the cold room or warm bodies or the fibre that stuck so close to your skin that they were seduced with its pleasure or the fingers that pressed the keys Your mind covered by sabre in the message.we both knew what Nils Frahm wrote in that piece. We know. But we can't say

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC

The Piano Piece

today i played Ambre in a concert of 20 people with my eyes closed all but at the 25th bar. Out of every sobre heart i saw for that 3 seconds i saw your own eyes closed enwrapped in the music. you weren't thinking about the calibre of people in this small room, or the cost of the ticket. Not about the cold room or warm bodies or the fibre that stuck so close to your skin that they were seduced with its pleasure or the fingers that pressed the keys Your mind covered by sabre in the message.we both knew what Nils Frahm wrote in that piece. We know. But we can't say

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This is the story of a peasant born to the famous town plumber (If thy desire ponders over a happy ending i fear your longing be smeared dark) At an early age i left my father's path to find fantasies and mysteries that surpass the answers in books of knowledge i learned the art of magic. from the russians, the orients and the arabs mysteries way beyond the imagination, i could solve yet the only mystery i couldn't solve was why my heart couldn't let her go. night after night, theatres were packed out that i might pull the hare out the hat Or maybe draw the love from her heart Soon I became known amongst the nobles thus the Great Book confirms, " ...he shall sit with princes" nothing else satisfied me but putting the magic in her face Days passed and night came years blew and I overhear my damsel call them illusions illusions? illusions? what i fed from! what she basked in illusions? that which gave others hope? was my life an illusion? but i loved. I loved her in a thousand ways Morn came and the doors left ajar My show stolen, my canary gone the face i gloried in every morning the eyes i adored, the lips i oft kissed disappeared before me the All Known. Dear audience, I lay here cold and broken the crow mocks and the owl watches Dear audience, this night is cold colder than my very soul colder than my very soul colder than my very soul this night is cold colder than my very soul (echo) icy cold

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC

This is the story of a peasant

This is the story of a peasant born to the famous town plumber (If thy desire ponders over a happy ending i fear your longing be smeared dark) At an early age i left my father's path to find fantasies and mysteries that surpass the answers in books of knowledge i learned the art of magic. from the russians, the orients and the arabs mysteries way beyond the imagination, i could solve yet the only mystery i couldn't solve was why my heart couldn't let her go. night after night, theatres were packed out that i might pull the hare out the hat Or maybe draw the love from her heart Soon I became known amongst the nobles thus the Great Book confirms, " ...he shall sit with princes" nothing else satisfied me but putting the magic in her face Days passed and night came years blew and I overhear my damsel call them illusions illusions? illusions? what i fed from! what she basked in illusions? that which gave others hope? was my life an illusion? but i loved. I loved her in a thousand ways Morn came and the doors left ajar My show stolen, my canary gone the face i gloried in every morning the eyes i adored, the lips i oft kissed disappeared before me the All Known. Dear audience, I lay here cold and broken the crow mocks and the owl watches Dear audience, this night is cold colder than my very soul colder than my very soul colder than my very soul this night is cold colder than my very soul (echo) icy cold

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You have secrets Dark dark secrets Now you stay far away From my grasp not knowing that I have mine too You once slept with a god And birthed the star, Eridanus That night you cried. You cried a river but the river Was for the blood shed. Dark secret! Dark, dark secret. No one knew about this But now I do. I have my secrets too I once drove over a bird Its wings were broken But I didn't see it on time. A swerve to the left, a swerve to the right and there was blood under my tire and golden feathers became red. I became a murderer at 21. The most horrible feeling ever But now you know. See! Secrets. I have offered to wash this poison from off your skin I have offered to wash my stains From off your chest But you say,'Darling, I have secrets". In your mind, each day I become thinner And thinner and thin Like the smoke from your last cigarette Each day I am trampled upon Like the **** from your last stick But in your heart, I am like your blood craving nicotine every night the rain falls every evening you hear the train hoot every morning you see your brother. i have secrets too. they are with you.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC

You have secrets; dark dark secrets

You have secrets Dark dark secrets Now you stay far away From my grasp not knowing that I have mine too You once slept with a god And birthed the star, Eridanus That night you cried. You cried a river but the river Was for the blood shed. Dark secret! Dark, dark secret. No one knew about this But now I do. I have my secrets too I once drove over a bird Its wings were broken But I didn't see it on time. A swerve to the left, a swerve to the right and there was blood under my tire and golden feathers became red. I became a murderer at 21. The most horrible feeling ever But now you know. See! Secrets. I have offered to wash this poison from off your skin I have offered to wash my stains From off your chest But you say,'Darling, I have secrets". In your mind, each day I become thinner And thinner and thin Like the smoke from your last cigarette Each day I am trampled upon Like the **** from your last stick But in your heart, I am like your blood craving nicotine every night the rain falls every evening you hear the train hoot every morning you see your brother. i have secrets too. they are with you.

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teen (age) lover, is there anything I can change? We have lost time curse this watch and lost touch curse this skin secret lover, would it still work if i hid our communion under piles of dirt this calendar skimming through streets, acting like i don't know you this equation surface lover i could feed us with more lies but nothing feels better than the truth that i walk in your dreams but i'm the sleeper and nothing can change that nothing has changed that these metaphors! but i still live in your fear these metaphors! tell me you understand. Please tell me you understand!

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC

teen(age) lover

teen (age) lover, is there anything I can change? We have lost time curse this watch and lost touch curse this skin secret lover, would it still work if i hid our communion under piles of dirt this calendar skimming through streets, acting like i don't know you this equation surface lover i could feed us with more lies but nothing feels better than the truth that i walk in your dreams but i'm the sleeper and nothing can change that nothing has changed that these metaphors! but i still live in your fear these metaphors! tell me you understand. Please tell me you understand!

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when you see my shirt stained with blood when you see my cheeks ripped with red when tonight my ***** reeks with excess of red leave me to my God, , you don't know what happens , behind closed doors. leave me with my god or love me deep.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC

When you see my shirt stained with blood

when you see my shirt stained with blood when you see my cheeks ripped with red when tonight my ***** reeks with excess of red leave me to my God, , you don't know what happens , behind closed doors. leave me with my god or love me deep.

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They warned me often about my lavish spendings and reckless lifestyle. They warned me with heavy words like poverty, sleep, children, future, hunger. But I would not listen. So they gathered and talked amongst themselves. Planned for the day I would come late, Asked that I followed them to get some latte Then we parked at the place of initiation. Women talking in languages other than my fluent tongue, Smokes and fires! Firewood and charcoal! Three days later, I'm driving to Aromire Road For my steady diet of akara* and bread. "Oh Seye, you now eat 'bean cakes'?"

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC

They warned me often about my lavish spendings

They warned me often about my lavish spendings and reckless lifestyle. They warned me with heavy words like poverty, sleep, children, future, hunger. But I would not listen. So they gathered and talked amongst themselves. Planned for the day I would come late, Asked that I followed them to get some latte Then we parked at the place of initiation. Women talking in languages other than my fluent tongue, Smokes and fires! Firewood and charcoal! Three days later, I'm driving to Aromire Road For my steady diet of akara* and bread. "Oh Seye, you now eat 'bean cakes'?"

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you repugnant ******* you keep me wondering just why god created you they say He has a reason for everything. Why he created you I still don't understand. but lately i wonder if you were created just so i could have this day to myself. full of filth, creepy as hell disgusting at the sound of your belly being squashed but for the sake of justice, i sprayed you with my favorite perfume. not because i have a pint of love for you but because every opportunity to end your life should be fully taken advantage of. i watched you die. it was slow. first your legs uncoordinated, you scrambled for the walls but they failed you. they did fail you. then you choked. i could almost hear it you thought of the darkest place to dig your grave. but not on my marble floor i watched you die. i wanted it faster but the sweet smell of the Hugo Boss and the death of a scape goat... a scape roach, was bearable. maybe you deserve a soundtrack or a more befitting burial in a bin but a poem for you is totally undeserving save for my joblessness.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC

you repugnant *******

you repugnant ******* you keep me wondering just why god created you they say He has a reason for everything. Why he created you I still don't understand. but lately i wonder if you were created just so i could have this day to myself. full of filth, creepy as hell disgusting at the sound of your belly being squashed but for the sake of justice, i sprayed you with my favorite perfume. not because i have a pint of love for you but because every opportunity to end your life should be fully taken advantage of. i watched you die. it was slow. first your legs uncoordinated, you scrambled for the walls but they failed you. they did fail you. then you choked. i could almost hear it you thought of the darkest place to dig your grave. but not on my marble floor i watched you die. i wanted it faster but the sweet smell of the Hugo Boss and the death of a scape goat... a scape roach, was bearable. maybe you deserve a soundtrack or a more befitting burial in a bin but a poem for you is totally undeserving save for my joblessness.

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and then i infused my fantasy in your dreams tomorrow, you'll come.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC

Fantasy and Dreams [HAIKU]

and then i infused my fantasy in your dreams tomorrow, you'll come.

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