Dogs are extrovert.
Cats stay inside.
Roses seek attention.
Violets just hide.

I once wanted to change the world with intricate words.
But this small poem, gives me all I've dreamed on earth.

heart: THAT IS IT! THAT IS IT!
ENOUGH I SAY! IT STOPS NOW!
THE LINE IS HERE! I DRAW IT IN THIS STEEL FLOOR! NO PASSING THE LINE!

brain: we've been floating for 5 hours. Do you want to go back?

Heart: FLOATING?!? I'LL TELL OF WHAT FLOATING IS! Never more can a seed bear stem if it has no subsidence to sustain it's sacred geometry! The growth of one that is physical is the same as one that is emotional!

Brain: .. so yes, when an apple is ripe it volunteers it's nutrients. When a woman is ready she will open her heart, yes?

Heart: AN APPLE CAN HEAR ITSELF BEING EATEN! WHAT OR WHOM WOULD INDULGE IN SUCH A SOUND?!

brain: a man gives a woman his trust, just like a woman gives her trust to a man. Who would want that thrown in their face?

Heart: are you saying an apple can be compared to a human in this sense then?

Brain: apples are inanimate and without emotions heart.

Heart:........does that mean they want to hear themselves being ATE!?!

brain: it's science. Just because a tree is technically alive, doesn't mean it perceives it.

Heart: ENOUGH! This time is different brain. If a human doesn't want to be hurt why should the apple be hurt.

Brain: apples don't have nerves heart.

Heart: so what?! You're saying they can HEAR themselves being chewed and it isn't painful????!!!!

Brain: ....... yes....

Heart: ..ya?... hahaha? Why.

Brain: I don't truly know.

Heart: HA!! then HOW?!?!

Brain: science.

Heart:..............I forgot what I was talking about.

Brain: she dumped you. You did your best. Even to give her a pat on the back although you wanted to give her a talk of a century.  You let her go because you love her. She didn't feel the same at the end of the day, even if she did at the beginning. She is complex, and causes pain suddenly to avoid pain long term. You are a soilder. And would rather take the pain to what ever end to get to what you are trying to believe. You believe in love so much that it isn't tolerated when you get broken again. Because of your intention. And you know what? Your intention shows. Because instead of showing your pain to her, you wished her well, like a bad ***. Then came home, got drunk, destroyed your bedroom, and started talking to me, looking for sympathy... but you should know me by now.
You are so refreshing heart. I can't remember if I've ever felt a thing.
But out of all my knowledge, I'm still unsure as to if you have a mind of your own or not.

Heart: and what gives you this authority over me? Huh?

Brain: 42

Heart:....................so you THINK you're all that eh?????

Brain: I know buddy. How do you FEEL?

heart: D*MNIT BRAIN!!!!

The black folk have lost their mends,
The Asian man lost his sense.
The white woman lost her wealth,
The native fam lost they land.
The middle eastern have lost their hope,
The Porto Ricans have lost their stand.
Maiyan people made a calender,
Curious people called it pretend.
Egyptians had built the pyramids,
We called it aliens.
Donald enforces police brutality,
Why is he president.

Tupac got shot for screaming peace,
Martin luther, the same deal.
Fake messages give new heat,
Raw truth sends chill feels.
Death by death by the minute,
Where is Hollywood's most broad.
Catastrophe by country,
This comic book chaos needs to stop.

Protesters reeking havoc,
Social media distorts what's real.
Toronto politics lookin loopy,
Landlord & tenant laws openly under veil.
****** and shaggy uncover a hundred
Frauds, yet still fear the devils friends.
People seem to refuse to stop and drop, their pride, because it protects their remaining innocence.

math plus history equals hindsight.
science plus art equals human.

as a child a girl once asked me
why I always look down when I walk.
I told her, because there is nothing to
look up to.

I was wrong.
now I don't like to hold my head down.
if that same girl asked me why I always look
up, id say, because the world told me not to.

I thought I was writing
new forms of poetry.
I realize now it was not
at all to be.

people whom read my works
must be kind for not
boycotting my hypocrisy.

apologies

I grade myself too much,
although I am the teacher,
write a poem, tear it up,
before there are any readers.

I rate myself too much,
although im not the audience,
click post poem, delete it later,
thinking no likes means no reminisce.

I hated myself once,
before I could make fun,
trauma days embarrassing ways that this day was not reachable from.

I choose to lighten up,
maybe buy some wine.
take a walk get chased by a dog
then stop and ask it why.

take heed in your place throughout life. we are snowflakes in an avalanche. and perhaps we should care, if a star disappears. what if that star was our last.

life is pain.
don't cause someone to feel
if its not going to be a rebellion to
what life is.

stop hurting yourself.
stop hurting period.
for others or yourself.

even though the days are dark,
try to participate in your wealth.
try to find your heart

please forgive my optimism,
im aware this is a dark place.
is the world going to ****,
are we going to be okay.

I have not much more i want to say,
yet so much more that I need too.
should I be silent today,
should tomorrows words be allowed to bleed through.

forgive me for my optimism.
I know what you are going through.

Nay; the question may yes indeed be - how hath thine been; neither what is to be, nor not to be.

the light of the Creator is tattooed into my soul; as it looks at its reflection, through the window I call my eye.

if you can't put yourself in my position through perspective,
don't talk bad about my shoes.

where are we.
where did we come from.
where are we going.

we are here to learn the answer to existence.
not to fear the answer to existence.

were all here right now, why are we searching for the proof.
you love money, money doesn't love you too.
I can't believe the way we do this, down to the roots.
the tree isn't dead, but it bears no fruits.

all my friends are preachers just let go.
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.
.
do not wait until your heading home.
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get so drnk, smoke some ****, let loose.
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you have no, mth* f^kng clue.
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all my friends are preachers just let go.
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do not wait until your heading home.
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get so drnk, smoke some ****, let loose.
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you have no, mth* f^kng clue.

welcome to the room of people who have seen deceitful lovers walk away, while getting paid.

just because we taped our mouths when we left doesn't mean our brains are slain, because of the game.

you'll never know the rebel, siting next to you,
you'll never know the genius, sitting next to you,
you'll have some weird people
sitting next to you.
.
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all my friends are preachers just let go.
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do not wait until your heading home.
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get so drnk, smoke some ****, let loose.
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you have no, mth* f^kng clue.
.
.
.
we gave some new faces a chance to really truly sell,
they said they had it down script after leaving hell.

some got trust issues yet they flexin,
some are shy while carrying Gods message.

you'll never know the warriors sitting next to you,
you'll have some strange equals spitting out they food.

talking **** to each other,
in their hearts staying true.
.
and after all i've said,
please try to repress (Fck it)
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(Fck it)
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all my friends are preachers just let go.
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do not wait until your heading home.
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get so drnk, smoke some ****, let loose.
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you have no, mth* f^kng clue.
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.
why you scared we here to change the world.
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cannot stand a lying man or girl.
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.
and now we,
move ghostly,
they hu-unt.
it looks like,
they might banish is us.
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@ Fibonacci_0

Bro1: ..... you look like you got hit by a TRAIN!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!
Bro2: I pulled a gun on God.
Bro: ...what? where's the gun?
1: I don't frigging know.
2: you look like you got mauled!! How are you alive?!?!
1: turns out God is just a fighter. Not a killer. I love you.
2: ......what the hell happened to you?
1: I just told you.
2: what did you drink......
1: let's just say I will be hung over for. eternity. I love you.
2:.......you're scaring me.
1: and you're scaring me too.

The days when the bed monster took possession of peace.
Where on earth were you when I was strangled by the sheets.
The days when everyone thought that they knew what they see;
where the hell the were you when the blind man walked around me.

You people leave me so ******* up.
Your world leaves me so ******* up that I find myself resisting temptations of unhealthy thrill, just to feel alive.
Yet it's my job to make you feel alive,
and our job to make each other feel alive.
You people leave me so ******* up.

The shapes and shells of a lady bug vary.
Like the patterns of a snowflake.

The moon is beige tonight.

I left my house and started yet another dreadful day of what was a too familiar sorrow.
Within an hour and a half, it became the best day of my year, of the best year of my life, so far.
As I walked home from the bar, 11 pm, after yet another great interaction with you (human)
I looked into the sky, felt one star out of them all. And said with no doubt,
"I know you are my soul, come to me"

Looked into its light for 35 more seconds as I walked, unconcerned about what was  physically in front of me.

After these seconds, It arrived to me.
Because after these seconds, I seen a star leave the dark sky.

I seen a star vanish.

You're with me now.
So am I.

Savvy

I love poetry.
I am poetry.
However,
My typing device provides no choice to, with willing will power,
turn of grammar suggestion.

To proof read a poem twice,
and still edit it once;
I love poetry,
I hate my typing device.
I am poetry.
Please steal my typing device from my rear left pocket.

As I need an excuse,
To aquire a new one.

Heart minus art, equals he..
And people really bash males.
Fe, plus art equals, feart.. that's not a word..
Males and females both have souls. but we need art to complete our
he (art)s.

Furthermore; take the last letter of earth, and place it at the front. You will then know the secret obligation to survive in this world.
(H)eart.

So what is your (h)eart without art?
Once again, it's just "he"

Donald trump is a he... & aliens decided that they don't like him.. after multiple logical discussions, of course.

The worst
Place to be
On a battle field,
Is taking cover
From the man
Firing at you with
Blank rounds.

A child that grows up being bullied, even by teachers, family;
That becomes a tween who is told to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, or go to a hospital;
That becomes a teenager that is told to let go of people and emotions from just recent past;
That becomes a late teen that is told he is responsible for everything that he is going through all in his own self, with no support for his human nature;
That becomes a young adult whom is consistently abandoned because of the pain, trauma and despair he is solely seeking compassion because of;

Becomes a man who appears to be a warrior like machine. Powerful in demenour face to face, with words that will shine light on societies hidden ignorance; also capable of trumping others complacency of injustice in perception, and ending their crusade of fallacy towards disregarding others simple human rights. This man can make a crowd shake with his truth, that has been experienced far from feeble. They can carry a lie for years and have it crushed like an egg when they speak it to him; a intuitive reverse psychologist; vividly fluent in ethical philosophy, cannot be deceived.

Even jigsaw placed a restraining order, and turned himself in to escape.

God may have given him the curse, so he could show the world it could become a blessing.

But the most solid thing that this man becomes, after all the damage leaves him permanently disturbed;
This man becomes sorry.

No one sees him cry.
No more tears for himself;
The world has caused him a functional dysfunction; his only way to stop sudden confusion, is to make a paradox in his head about the situation, and solve it.

His heart wears titanium armour. None the less, does not cry.
His mind is quite damadged,
and no one knows why.
Yet they demonized a child, from the age of five.

And now he is unstoppable; still on the quest the universe had given his hand.

He's a transcendental man.

And he's sorry.

Someone from my past was on my mind tonight, while i layed in bed.

Past twilight, which I will call midnight, I seen a figure, like a dream dip before you fade to sleep, followed by the obvious and unexplainable;

The image of two visible, yet dim eyes appearing on the inside of my closed eyelids, and vanishing.

I've been wide awake ever since.
Apparitions aren't scary.

Although, this is the first confirmed case of one choosing to

Look at me..

If I wasn't a true poet, I would of given up because no one follows my poetry.

I feel the words I have are important.
I hope to find the right mic soon.
Preferably not on websites like these.

I sometimes walk back into a public establishment, for a logical reason in myself, simply because I've  seen a person who looked curios to me. When I notice that they are no longer their as I enter and take my seat, I continue on. Nothing changes.

I've come a long long way.
When I was a little boy, I would breakdown in tamper-tantrums, because someone I cared about for no reason had disappeared,  never to be seen again.

(Hi, may I have a large coffee, please. That's all)

How many times did you read this sentence before you found the mistake?

(the universe will watch you make heaven or hell without interfering. Staying positive is a "f* you" to the world. Because the world tries to get you down.  Not the universe.. the universe is raw power in stillness and motion. It would grant to you or take from you because of its own laws.  Other than that you are fully free in its eyes.. because it doesn't care. It just is)

It's amazing, the ways that we can think about someone; when we know we love them in a certain way, many different lights can be thought up.
Even when a bulb goes out, it's still amazing, the ways we can think about each other, when we love another in a certain way.

You can give away 100 dollars, as a dollar each to anyone who asks you for change, for a week straight.

When you go broke, you can ask 10 people for a nickle, for three days straight. And when they all say no, remember that that's their character, not yours.

That's not your karma.
That's their intention.

Keep your intention while receiving their treatment. God forbid you have to deal with a selfish man's karma.

Has anyone with influence read this?
Point me in the direction of other poets? If you would; have my name mentioned once, I will mention yours for a few years, as a debt paid?

I have something to share.
Not something to say.

Would you allow me? To be here, amongst you, feeling more than myself, wanting to meet the rest of our clan?

Let me know.

B_seuss ♧♢♡♤

Imagine if you will.
The matrix is full.
Not a megabyte more of information can
be stored.
An eruption occurs, like a charge in the sky that collides to make lightning.
We see the light first; the sound comes as fast as it was far. Yet the light and the sound occurred at once.
We see this big bang, yet only talk about it later.
What we can see, afterwards, as we discussed, is our perception.
So we call what we can perceive the universe.
And that's what we are still likely to even want to discuss.
What we may never fully understand, is why we will never be able to perceive where the information is leaking from; growth seems to be infinite, but we come to understand more that there must be some limit.
One megabyte to much.
How ever, we will never be able to perceive the information that the matrix first contained before it had to let such pressure be released.
So what shall we call the non perceived reality?









Perhaps we could call it,












God.















All in favor ?

I guess I had to lose a lot of precious people, by treating others bad, before the universe permitted me to keep people in my life using the super power it gave me.
..no its not hypnosis. It's simply treating people good.

Why did I trust you?
Probably because your eyes are brown, the colour of stability, and solid being.
The Back of my Conscious felt okay.
Yet I should of listened to the front of the sub-aware in me.

Why was I so scared of you?
Perhaps because your eyes are red the colour of blood, feeling of rage and dread.
The back of my head found you irresistible.
The rest of me felt you were my death.

Why didn't I listen to you years ago?
Most likely because your eyes are blue.
Such a soft vibe, lethargic and gloom.
Yet soon I was cradled by a friend, and that was you.

After I'd been impaled by nails, the eyes I doubted conformed me the most.
To doubt her very potential, because of a soft colour; if not for my friend that one night, I'd be a ghost.

I trusted the sound of softness, blinded by art; little did I acknowledge a poison dart. The brown eyed lady, promises or not, taught me to never ignore my own heart.

Not much left to be spoken.
I just fell in love with the woman bearing blood red eyes.
She told me who she was with the first half glance.

Rage, dread.
Yet passion.

Intense.

But why was I so scared of you?
When we were friends.

Did you know you can trick the brain; even if there is no trick. Simply by tricking it into thinking that it's been tricked.

"I can't believe you drank it"
*spits out water

I take breaths in moments with no pain.
But I've come to understand that the absence of pain is not the presence of peace.

Welcome to gorilla garden.
King Lions roam like lone wolves,
Some wolves are crowned like the head of their pride.
Few bears are curios, like your common cat.
Some giant killer kats are kind,
Some giant kats aren't killers.
A bear can sound like a dog barking, a cat purring, or you might barely hear a crow craw before you're mauled for being far to close to the cubs.
There's ants the size of pizza pockets.
And garfield hates lasanga because he got his name from never leaving the
feild he was born in; such a stubborn
Gar; born in a pond in the middle of a field, refusing to be carried to freshwaters in America.

Welcome to Gorilla Garden.

In here, family is king.
Not pride, not packs, not flocks no colonies.
Snakes are welcome, as long as they don't cause twinge.

(At that time in life when you know you are ready, look into the mirror and say this. Repeat as necessary, only after you know you are ready to begin. If you say it once and you do not fully know, you will never know when you are saying it purely, with your heart and soul)

I know who I am because I know who I was; who I was was not.

We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
Complaining is a new way to get through the day,
and we deny that we feel not so great.
Keeping real friends is a complex campaign,
and we look away when passing a new face.
The past can be held against us,
No matter our accomplished steps.
We wake wishing for luck,
and go to sleep in a mess.
We forget our own hearts.
We let our heads cloud our time.
People beg for loose change.
People walk right by.
Others give them a chance, to stop begging and work.
Some gladly accept.
Some stay in the dirt.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
~B-Hypez

all my life,
ive torn myself apart
and threw the pieces at other people.
because no one wanted me as a whole.
to this day, that truth stands.

when i was a baby
i wanted peace

when i was a toddler
i wanted happiness

when i was a kid
i wanted fun

when i was a tween
i wanted friends

when i was a teen
i wanted love

when i was a young adult
i wanted family

now as an adult
i want peace

The codgers devoid of sane be born, also men with no power.
But They stay to collude, In the tangible mainlands of man,
old world demise.
In a new world disguise.

many times i feel, as if the things i have to do matter only to me.
like my life or death isnt apparently a deal. but how can that be true.
we all live with love. but with pain more often we sleep.

now the only time we ever feel the hope in our heart is when things are shining, not bleek. but how can this be true.
we must learn to let go, of the fact our fear has pushed us onward.

well you only know its love when you dont know.
you only start to hide when it starts to show.
you only know you love life when you let it go.

move on now to better things. is what we are told. but how can this be so.
we live in the shadow of others mercy and we take to pride our own victory over others at the same time. is this how it goes.

let go of the love of power. and the power of love will win.

let it go

with our only hope being the main thing we wake up to, and the last thing we have in our heads as we sleep,  we must let go of fear, and the past must make its own course. free you're mind, and everything will follow.

the enemy is fear. we think it is hate, but it is fear.
fear creates danger, not vice versa, and courage dispels its.

let it go.

the fear.
the past.
the hate.

the love of power.

free your mind, and everything will follow.




let it go

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here to express my human side.

I am so human. once wished to be super man.
but that would be so boring. zero challenge is not human.

I've come here not to make an impact.
simply to share what my nature is.

poetry is one thing to use in epic coping.
these words aren't ordered.
there not being looked over by some professor.

I've come here not to become famous.
I've come here knowing I'm not blameless.

I've not come here to offend you.
I've come here possibly to befriend you.

I've come here not to be notarized.
many billions will never know my name.

I've come here to express my pain through write.
I've not come here to give you chills at night, when you lay.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here to express my human side.

I've come here not to gain respect.
I've come to respect and read works of the matters of art.

I've come here not to become famous.
I've come here knowing i'm not blameless.

I've come here not to change the world.
I've come to let you all know what mine feels like.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here following my heart.

would you believe me, if I told you.
that everyone
has thought a lot.
that everyone
has said a lot.
that everyone
has done a lot.

that everyone
has not thought enough.
that everyone
has not said enough.
that everyone
has not done enough.

And would you believe me, if I said.
that many of the things
that you've  thought,
that you've  said,
that you've done,
saved you  from death.

and that many of the things
you won't think,
that you wont speak,
that you wont do anything about,
can still **** you.

would you believe me?

Is that presence always doomed.
anticipation of entering another's
life. The hope of them entering yours.
The wait. Knowing effort could
crack the very time they linger.
The fear that distance will cause
opportunity to cease. The decision.
The stop light switches from green
to red. Never seeming to be a cautious
yellow light. Informing you to proceed
carefully.

The feeling is wondrous with wait.
dreary with slight fear, even trepidation.

quite...anticipating.

Hello there, you're familiar to me.
Did you know I exist. Or are you
yet to forget my face as well.

Will you stay in my life or will you fade too,
amongst all the others, old and new.

how wonky a feeling.

very...anticipating..