wilna-mae-langley-1 - Hello Poetry

If you are good, you'll go to heaven. At least that is what so many humans say. Talking of golden streets, no more tears, eternal love, and angels. I don't want to go to heaven when I die. I want to bring heaven to earth while I'm alive. Who will help Me?

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Sep 5, 2013

Sep 5, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

Help Me

If you are good, you'll go to heaven. At least that is what so many humans say. Talking of golden streets, no more tears, eternal love, and angels. I don't want to go to heaven when I die. I want to bring heaven to earth while I'm alive. Who will help Me?

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Today I'll do all the things I didn't have time for yesterday. Today I'll write a list of priorities. Today My list reads, " Take care of yourself".

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Sep 5, 2013

Sep 5, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

Co-dependant's Schedule

Today I'll do all the things I didn't have time for yesterday. Today I'll write a list of priorities. Today My list reads, " Take care of yourself".

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I don't want to write a great poem. I just want someone to see, I just want someone to understand, me.

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

Me

I don't want to write a great poem. I just want someone to see, I just want someone to understand, me.

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I have crawled through this world seeking only love reduced to a worm empty hearted afraid of nothing except to die this way.

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

Without

I have crawled through this world seeking only love reduced to a worm empty hearted afraid of nothing except to die this way.

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Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again, nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain. The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

Warning

Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again, nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain. The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.

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When I think of life , I think of the dead, when I think of black, I think shades of white, when I think of good, I think of evil, when I think of dark , I think of morning light. When I think of tears, I think of a smile, when I think of love, I think of human hate, when I think of work, I think of play, when I think of hell, I think of heavens gate. When I think of God, I think of God.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

The Death of Dualism

When I think of life , I think of the dead, when I think of black, I think shades of white, when I think of good, I think of evil, when I think of dark , I think of morning light. When I think of tears, I think of a smile, when I think of love, I think of human hate, when I think of work, I think of play, when I think of hell, I think of heavens gate. When I think of God, I think of God.

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I can repair what you have done to my spirit,, shattering it’s fragile essence of belief. I can repair what you have done do my very soul misleading it into burning fires. I can repair what you have done to my minds thoughts, Leaving an impression lies. What I cannot repair is your self character, an illusion I held, till now.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC

wilna-mae-langley-1

Truth and Illusions

I can repair what you have done to my spirit,, shattering it’s fragile essence of belief. I can repair what you have done do my very soul misleading it into burning fires. I can repair what you have done to my minds thoughts, Leaving an impression lies. What I cannot repair is your self character, an illusion I held, till now.

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Realization enters when answering life questions I ,you, do not know.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC