POET poets097

POET poets097 Jun 2017

A gift.

I pray to God.I ask for a special ability.
A gift to hear people's thoughts.

For a while,I thought it would be impossible to actually read minds.

As it turns out,I can read people very easily,hear their thoughts very easily.It only takes time to realize a gift so.

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POET poets097 Jun 2017

its amazing

It's just amazing really, what people can create , unbelievable even.
You'd think this stuff came out of a text book,a song,or a movie.

But NO!....This stuff is real and to think it came from peoples minds.its amazing.

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POET poets097 Jun 2017

My friends

Oh, what has time done to us.We used to be good friends.Very close.

Remember when we use to have pillow fights ,when we use to have sleep overs,when we laughed at exchanged secrets. Good times right?

Now where are you all, 7 of you.Back then we were innocent and would hold hands,now we could barely look at each other.Oh,what has time done to us.My good friends.

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POET poets097 Jun 2017

After a while

Right now there's nothing.Nothing there,nothing to choose from.

But after a while,when everything has been bottled up there'll be plenty.

After a while......

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POET poets097 Jun 2017

Really just how i feel.

Its really just what I think in my head.I write them down.Its my way of getting it out so people can know.So I can feel relieved.So I can say that they understand me or at least they try.But sometimes I add style to my writing like fonts and alignments like now.But this one has a title.So it looks more of a poem but has a lot of full stops but really that's just how I feel right now.

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POET poets097 Apr 2017

Thoughts.

In our heads,our brains,our conscience
We think,we talk. Thoughts they say.SECRETIVE.

Oh how no one knows, our own secretive dialogues and monologues, conversations and songs. Only we know for it is in our heads,our brains,our conscience. It is our thoughts.

POET poets097 Apr 2017

Eye of the camera

You don't see it
I don't see it
The folks that lived there for 30 years don't see it
There is something,just something

All of us cannot see it
But put your face in front of a camera and there it is, a place that speaks.Speaks the past the present and the future.

This place speaks dreams,speaks lost hope, this place speaks more than just an empty ally with un-lided ******* bins.
This place holds history.Things.

Things only the eye of the camera can see.

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