15/M/Singapore Poetry is a long winded art that is neither direct nor useless. Such character causes one to think such a journey is not worth it. Yet the poetry life is mine i choose to OWN. If you want to ask me about anything related to my poetry or yours, feel free. 3 followers / 739 words
Toxic Masculinity Disgusting ******* Stereotypical Analogies Broken system of circulatory Feeling-less beings Insensitive Jocky
Wipe those tears You will get in trouble Don't let me see you whine "Why" "Real Boys Don't Cry"
Relations with zero affection Life with zero emotions Is a life with no definition WHY don't you accept salvation That comes with the joy of emotion GO express your realization After Your Reconciliation You now know your confession That you want tears Preach Your Fears!
I will slap you If you do not shut up Stop being a disgrace Weak and GIRLY "What do you mean" "Real Boys Don' Cry"
Are my tears a sin To express my grief-strick'n Can All I do is gin Or beat my face against a pole Till there is no more face of pole Or suffocate myself with a pall Till there is no more face of pall
Shh Keep quiet People are coming Yes Dad "You're Not going to ask why" " Why would I, Real Boys Don't Cry"
**Pall and Pole are words sounding similar to my name - Paul and in the context of the poem means Paul.
You were the prettiest girl in the world I saw you sitting by the curb And I told the stranger next to me One day I will marry that girl
I went up to her and said "Yo the campus is real big and I think I am lost"
She got up smiling and at that moment That moment I experienced the seven wonders of the world She got up hair flying and at that moment That moment I discovered heaven was real She got up and that was it but at that moment That moment I knew the goddess Calypso would not compare to her
She said to me "Where do you need to go?" I said " Wherever you want me to go for I am lost" She said " Even a lost man wants to go somewhere". I said " Columbus found America but he did not want to go there, I am a man who has found his destination in you, A man lost" She pointed to my heart and as her finger got closer My heart beat faster A man lost Was about to be found Her finger touched my chest It burned like the fire of my love Her finger went further And then it went through me
She turned black and white before disappearing My world around me swerving around wavering The sky fell and the ground crumbling My love, my one true chance gone Became- Ghost
Suddenly it was all gone I looked at myself as a creature who resembled The truest form of desperation Devoured me Whole ***** Bare A disgrace to my old self The ultimate despair Just like that gone Depressed Helpless Now, Annihilated I could have done something ...I couldn't Couldn't I...
Awake, Gasping Reality , Flooding Life, Ending
I lay beside the tomb That read, Rosaleen, 1974-2019 Rosaleen, my Rosaleen My Rosaleen that gave me my Rosaleen*-Emmy.
I held my new Rosaleen in my arms, Finally Smiling, as for the second time said my vows, "You are the love of my life, Everything I have and Everything I am Is Yours Forever and more"
Oof, i need to write something I just want to write something But my life is so boring Out late night partying Coming back home lying Lying about my well being Back home I am coming The midnight bell is ringing Ugh my parents are not sleeping I guess this music is something Something I am apparently facing Go to your room and start studying Whatever Ma, just stop nagging My phone I will just be using And when the clock strikes the hour of witching I guess its time for me to be sleeping Time comes and goes and its morning What will I be doing Nothing but i guess schooling My girl and I were just ending My ex and I were just hanging You can surely be saying These other guys are my best befriending But those friends for a decade i have been knowing Nothing past that will anything be getting All these subjects are easy passing But when will literature be coming I cannot wait to do some writing I want to feel myself rhyming Beauty today i see myself creating Now time to do some acting For these things i made myself to be obligating Some of them are leading And others are useless things i am apparently committing School is finally finishing Maybe today I will do fishing Except that there is no place to be enjoying I go and finish some balling With some friends I finish hanging Today was a good day to be living Luckily that depression has not had me dying Dying YET if i am elaborating Late homecoming Late home coming Lying about my well being My parents are finally sleeping Ooh how good was that late night gymming Just finished an ice cold showering Laptop i am now taking What will be today's writing Oh my gosh is my life so boring My life is not interesting What it is is real living Not fake life advertising Which makes you extra fast swimming And you are that unlucky guy whose birth is happening Welcome to the world you little halfling You can wait for this life not at all interesting But as for my writing I am in the unknowing Oof, i need to write something I just want to write something
We have a life Where everything is just right The sun is not too far off right The skin you don is not too tight Everything seems alright
The Porridge was just right The chair felt just nice And oh wow That bed made her feel so light A little bit here and a little bit there Goldilocks would not move even a slight
We have a life Everything seems just fine There is no reason we can't feel delight But such a facade Only Goldilocks can provide
What was a little girl doing in a bear's house? Why was it torn her little blouse? Why was she alone in a wild farmhouse? Did she have no food? Did she have no stool? Did she have no roof?
Her parents gone She - Abandoned Bears - frightened What kind of little girl Goes to a bear's house hopeful For something to make her tummy full For something to from this lonely ditch - pull
Maybe all she wanted was just right For goodness in her life Did not seem like her rite
We have a life A life filled with not rights A life filled with imperfections People say flaw is beauty To that theory I say That's a load of Gurry
Nothing is right Crisis blocks the light Corruption is the only sight The skin you don is not enough bright And Global Warming is a lost fight When will we once again Have clear sight And see the life we thought we had Is not right
What is beauty Is finding the little light In a world filled with plight When everything seems alright When nothing seems wrong When good things seem came Then you look into his eyes You will see a sea of bane You will notice his lack of sane But until then...
We have a life Things are not alright They will be...
Goldilocks short stories crisis global warming facade happiness sadness smokescreen passion do what is right our world our life emotions poem
A million chapters Unable to decipher The feelings after a single, A single sentence This a story of the shortest sentence This a story of the largest penance No amount of confession No amount of reconciliation Can change what is about to be your life-long vocation Or should I say life-less just for further elaboration You say these people are sociopaths I say For this choice you made for them Nobody gave you a free pass You think you can play God But you forget that that man, That man you killed Was governed by the same human rite as you Yet you defiled his, But human rights are surprisingly, not human created But God created So to punish someone for a crime they committed By taking away the life they were given Just because someone felt it was right Was actually never your rite The punishment for his wrong Was never for you to cite And now all you have Is you thinking you have won But Put yourself in that death row You will not be laughing anymore What if he was an innocent soul What if he was just a naughty fellow NOW, look who belongs on that death row. Capital punishment is a mortal, NO
capital punishment death death row innocence debates
Lies brought you here But the smog, truth will clear Now only I know who you are Yet you still stand afar Own your wrongs Clang your gongs Let them know you are wrong Sing your songs Let them know you are wrong But I know you can be right To fix this friendship is your rite I will tell you that you will truly see That the truth will set you free He does not know it You do not know it But I have experienced your hearts Enough to know it Love will always rain What beauty was yours Will once again reign
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