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Stranger danger, I am about to make all kinds of poets surrender... how? you wonder why? let me clarify :- let me amplify; my voice is sharper than a knife when I say I love Natalie
Adding a twist between different lives
i magnetise, form faster than they spread there lies
they say that I NEED TO BUY ***** JUST TO OPEN UP YOUR BIBLES
because i am possessed by Love demons
but to all Poets, i stand as a Villain; my messages stay hidden for someone with greater vision
you can't understand my cranium inside, i have a god's insight
I have been painting the future just to fall in love with the past
I miss them all! i miss my soul busked in the devil's mask
this is something that you will never outmatch! this is life vibrating a damb man's uvula
cute babies lubricating toys with saliva, while i am busy kissing a former lover in a world under, but above all you poets that slunder
Your words I plunder!
I am a first class writer
You can't bring me down
because I robbed you of your Crown!
I am looking at pictures of Camels in Afghanistan,
and do but wonder if I can survive for three days under a raging sun
not until my fluids evaporate quicker than I Incernerate
With the cold nights solidifying the particles i lost while trying to love a Lavishing Maiden,
Again,
I daydream of her sometimes as she still gives me hope that one day I will walk on the Sun
But without her, my dream might be achieved by the Camels in Afghanistan

Her boyfriend takes really good care of her, I must be trapped in a dimension filled with demons that keep telling me to ruin their relation.
But then again, I look at the pictures of the Camels in Afghanistan
and see myself as a Camel bottling up the Sun
I may have an ugly face that nobody wants to look at! but I am sure glad I made it this far!
I survived three days in a raging Sun without ever thinking of her!
Hello Punks! I thought we would be good friends!
But instead you hate my poems and Dont appreciate each other's work
I dont write for myself so you know!
I write for every one of you
TIRED OF USING INK ON PAPER, I CUT MYSELF AND USED MY BLOOD TO WRITE TO YOU
SERVED WHAT I HAD AS FOOD BUT YOU ATE IT AND BIT MY FINGER; AS WELL AS MY HAND
You Poets Are making me a bitter Man
and I'll be demned if I stay silent
I love you guys with Passion and I would like to See this Site be called the greatest
but that hate which you carry will bring us to the lowest

HELLO PUNKS! I am writing this message cause I am hated for no specific reason! AND I STAND FOR ANYBODY WHO FEELS THE SAME BUT CAN'T EXPRESS IT!
there are so many people with talent here! So let us Embrace It!

WOULD YOU PREFER BEING CALLED A HELLO POET OR A HELLO PUNK?!
  
it's just one world; one earth!
if you have plenty of something please do share! be the first to love and to care
see you later now take care!
dont hate on each other
 Nov 2016 Allan Mzyece
Isabelle
Familiar eyes staring at him
Instantly she was gone with the crowd
Haunted by her melancholic gaze
Like an animal, followed her scent from miles

He ended up in a small ice cream parlor
Dug dug dug dug dug dug dug
His heart singing a song of nervousness
He’s just 2 feet away from her

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Four years ago, a boy met a girl..

“Two vanilla ice cream in the largest cone please”
The boy is in queue after her
Out of nowhere stars will light up the room
Only for the two of them

“Vanilla ice cream is my favorite”
“Good, I hate it” he answered back


And the conversation continued
Inside and outside the ice cream parlor
They just clicked for each other
They just..

It became their new favorite place
He started to love vanilla ice cream too
No need to state the obvious
Their eyes spoke of affection and love

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He ended up in a small ice cream parlor
Dug dug dug dug dug dug dug
His heart singing a song of nervousness
He’s just 2 feet away from her

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It was the place where they first met
Where they first talked
Where they realized they like each
Where they confessed their feelings
Where their love turned as sweet as a vanilla ice cream

Two years ago when he last visited that place
Two years ago when he last tasted vanilla ice cream
Two years ago when he last saw her
Two years ago when they broke up
They ended in the same place where they have started

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Sweating despite the cold weather
Tongue seems to be tied
Palpitating heart, butterflies in his stomach
But it wasn’t her, it will never be her
Because she was gone, she was gone

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He wakes up from the bittersweet dream
It was just a dream, a dream, a dream
A beautiful yet a sad dream that will haunt him forever
And then he remembers, it is her 2nd death anniversary today

And instead of flowers,
Vanilla ice cream is what he brings on her graveyard


She will forever haunt him,
For their love is a love that is hard to forget
- A once in a lifetime kind of love..
#pcNovember2016boymeetsgirl
Me and my soul mate are Breeding Machine guns
I got the bullets to end all your problems
Kicking down your hatred because I am on the Front Page
I wasn't born here nor will I stay here
Because I will live here
I wasn't made for the Front Page, it was made for me
Behold I hold the key to a new kind of Poetry!
let me amplify my voice
Let me Bark like the stray dogs
I will make noise for you boys
I am the white bull in dark horseshoes
I am here today, here tomorrow, here forever, here to make history while shouting on Hello Poetry!

THE LOVE WE HAVE FOR WRITING SAYS WE SHARE A LOT IN COMMON,
SOMETIMES WE TRY TO RUN AWAY FROM BOREDOM
BUT IT GETS TOO HARD AND WE TEND TO WRITE
WE EXPRESS MOST OF OUR EMOTIONS OUT
NOT FOR THE MONEY BUT JUST TO SEE WHO CAN RELATE
AND I AM ADDICTED TO THE FRONT PAGE
BECAUSE I WANT MY MESSAGE TO SPREAD FROM AGE TO AGE!
#decade to decades
I removed King Author's sword from the stone & I picked up Thor's hammer & I raised them up so high
As Zeus' lightening bolt fell from the sky
I keep picking up great arts from the past
Because I learnt well from all those that passed
They are trying to rest in peace but I keep disturbing them with my questions like
"****** I know you're great, but what would you do if I resurrect you & Many A'troop?
disturbing them like
"Osama, is it really you? If so, I would like to know exactly what country would you blow up if I resurrect you & Many A'troop?
I keep disturbing them with questions like
"O'William O'boy you were thee but great, I shalt but wonder not to slunder, what thy you scrawl down upon the paper if you were TO BE OR STILL TO BE resurrected?
all greats have given me part of their answers, apart from two great men;
Jesus & Newton, I cant believe I never found Jesus' tombstone
I tried to convince Newton to tell me the laws of defying gravity but he said I dont have the capacity
I keep picking up grt ART
because I learnt well from all those that passed!
I am sitted close to far away, and I am admiring your physical features like a disabled person
I am but a writer but here to Impregnant your demons
So tell me handsome man, does your charming face match your ***** mind?
Pliz do tell me young lady is that the Man you want wrapped around yours hands?
Happy to be loved yet remember love hurts more than hate
And there is no love like hate
So I hate you to the extent I start to love you!
I am but a writer but here to Impregnant your demons
Let my seeds grow in a season which only has ten seconds
You do nothing but let them multiply seven by seven
Now dear poet write as if I am your father
I WRITE ONLY TO INSPIRE!
I use simple words to confuse an enemy
My Deuteronomy, Difficult words will only make him happy
I am but a Writer but here to impregnant your demons
Samples and traces at the place where we first kissed say
that I carry Satan's D.N.A
don't be scared now dear lover,
love me as if I am your baby's father
I'd love to see you dressed in fire
Lets INSPIRE!
He gave me a seed
He said: “Plant it in your earth and let it be
Let me feed it of your love
Let me quench it with your gently flowing tears
Let me grow it for us both, full of life and full of fears
Let me watch you watch it grow, every branch and every leaf
Till you and it melt into one…single root and single seed
And then… watch me burn it to the ground, every stem and every leaf
Till you and I become but none, you fade to smoke and I just leave…”
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Our conversations were volcanos erupting
Hot, heavy and life shattering
Now we're reduced to water cooler talk
About the weather and the new office space...
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I do not sin, I blame these hands and the places my legs stand
Buried in the sand
The hourglass was found empty
The courts found me guilty of wasting time

In the end the Masters fell at their knees to one servant
He was broken and blind but
yet had seen hell with his own two eyes
This bloodless slave crawled back from hell mere a surprise
I do not Sin, I blame these hands and the places my legs stand
He looked at the judges before him and said to the jury
" If God is among you, I therefore just as any sinner say I am fully guilty,
But  
If God is not among you, I therefore just as any human say I am fully Innocent"
The Hourglass was found empty and the courts found him guilty of wasting time
Buried in the sand, the ashes and the remains of men that committed suicide and dreadful crimes
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