poetry is the best words in the right order
so i gathered my best words and
"I LOVE YOU ALICE"
dating you or not these be my best words ever
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Love exists and thats a curse
For i loved her and i couldnt stop,
Being addicted to someone aint a blessing
She controls me she is more than a witch.
I loved loving her,
I still really love her
But i dont love loving her now.
She definitely did something to me.
All of her for only me
I think im overdosing,
Drinking sweet poison
Cant resist the taste.
Love to just stare into her eyes
I see fantasy within the devil.
Love the smile for its hers
I accept the cheap bribe.
With her im sadly smiling
Without her im smiling sadly,
Killing my self but not suicide
Cant convict her for ******
If she reads this she would **** herself
If she kills herself i would **** myself
Though i hate her so much for loving her
I cant hate her back
she loves me more than myself.
to the rest of the world
"CARE IF YOU WANT TO ATTAIN PAIN
LOVE WILL SADLY ENTERTAIN ,
AND NO ONE GETS OFF THIS TRAIN,
YOU WILL HAVE TO JUMP OR DIE TRYING."
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
"i died for this country
we fought against them
this country is mine and fellow veterans
i am comrade though the war ended in 1980
i have to be honoured make my name a street
we comrades should govern our country
let us die in power for we deserve it
these bornfree people should respect us
we should own all power in this nation
we should control everyone in this nation
i should be rich ,thats my reward
lets take farms from whites
lets let the people do that for us
all we have to do is to poison their minds
with the right words we control them
let appoint each other as ministers
we can corrupt and no one can condem us
anyone with a hard head lets eliminate
we killed in war we can kil again
beware
hey lets own companies too
why not create our own mines
why the hard way lets take them
after all its ours we own this country"
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
heart filled with love,
head on she is tough,
one direction always up.
her mind no doubt smart,
she sweet some ****
her life a perfect piece of art.
she might be short ,that's length
when its sight she sees into the future.
she might be dark, that's skin
inside she is supernova.
the brightest light even in the darkest night,
look into her eyes you see the sparks.
to God I am grateful,
hope she will ever be cheerful ,
success she is a handful,
one more thing thank you.
I didn't cry writing this,
maybe because if I could I would have to cry everyday.
she deserves the same,
I will try what ever I can until im zero strength .
her name is Tendai that means thank you.
thank who I ask her , thank Tendai
she is my sister.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
its probably harder to receive you exam results than to attain them,
expectations makes it worse and they always aim very high,
looking back to the mistakes you took in your exams ,its a horror.
you wanna go back in time and rewrite even if you know you wrote right.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
the beginning is where it ends
in this life know where you stand
they will always be like im crazy
but stop
im aubel your hero
and you? A HUMAN
and your purpose ? TO LIVE
and then ?DIE
oh a dying being on a doomed planet
i hope this is a dream
lets face it comrades
our life on earth is hell before death
i guess being mortal is a blessing
suicide is a choice
being human aint
brother your purpose should be to glorify GOD
never try to be a lord
nothing is to regret everything to be great
the bible should tell you your role
aint a priest but i know how to preach
life as you know it you no nothing about it
so why fool around with the unknow
this aint advice but a reminder
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
do you know how hard it is to crack a joke when everyone is expecting you to?
thats like making a great poem and everyone is like do it again make another one,
to make it worse you dont even know how you cracked the first joke ,a mistake?
you aint even sure if you are talented or not you just going with the wind like dust.
you dont even know if you are a real poet or not ,just started as a joke now aubel might be lost,
used to be a rock wannabe tough when water can erode you into sand or worse dust,
friends say im natural, thats the problem they will always say that they are friends remember,
like the time my dad said i looked good in my pink suit but he never let me out of the car when i wore it.
how do you become the man of the match again now that your family is watching cause they heard you won the previous match?
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
i didnt even know her ,
i just loved her poetry on hellopoetry.com
something in them just married with my inner being,
im so confused.
i thought it was to pass but the feeling never changed
what was wrong with me?
she was definitely think im crazy or something if she knew
but hey she was the one who told me that i should be free in my poems
so i am today.
i thought of what she looks like , definitely beautiful i guess
i thought of her voice , how sweet it might sound
i asked my self ,what she think about me after she reads this
will she like this crazy talk of mine or she will never talk to me again.
im crazy i know .
but how could it be it be ?
having feelings for someone you hardly know ,
someone who is millions of kilometers away from you,
someone you will never meet any day.
maybe we can turn that around ,can we?
i think i know her from what her poems projects about her,
she might be millions miles away but her inner feelings are just in front of me ,in her poems
never say never maybe i will meet her one day in this life or the other.
wow,i never knew i could be this crazy about someone i knew only her user name ,sarah.
who are you sarah?
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
nothing coming in mind,
i always came up with some plan,
but today was different.
maybe that was because i now know what poetry is,
it aint just some art ,its something living.
its a painkiller to those with injured hearts,
its a depressant to those with crying thoughts,
its the ***** to the stressed ,weeping ,worried.
life is a drawing board and you have the brush ,paint a beautiful picture.
dont care about anything and you definitely wont have worries,
who cares who will like my poem or not,
according to sarah i should just be me, be yourself.
share what your inner voice is telling you,
dont be shy tell them your problems too
write it all as long as its true.
poetry might be my way out,
let me be an addict at least i will die from something i could live without.
put your emotions into it and spice it up with metaphors
and when you are done go show that very person who said you couldnt.
know yourself ,
know where you from ,
know where you stand,
and you wil definitely know you are heading.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
if i had a gun i would have popped more heads than hilter could,
you may say im rude but at least i still believe in something good.
every morning i wake up some prefect making noise banging my door
its like he doesnt have a place in this world,
but if he knew he should have committed suicide the moment he woke up and looked into the mirror and it back at him.
so today i took my pen and in this poem i write more than pain
and i wil drop my pride and shout i aint the great,
bang in your face we shall all be dead one day.
i guess its true i aint scared any more thats why im writing again
to prove whats wrong right ,
and if you think i am crazy then yes i am and guess what
you aint so in a crazy world you are a fool.
if im gonna die from telling the truth you gonna die from listening to it,
i bet you dont even know why you are here sir.
im here to become a mouth piece for those people like your father oppress,
im gonna be a lawyer and im gonna stop it all
corruption starts here at high school when people like you are tolerated
not in this generation and not on my watch, you going down.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC