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2.4k · Jul 2016
Why do...?
Why do you do what you do,
For many it is said for bounty adieu,
To live as long as they can reach,
Held in love that was not preached,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Made in choice and decisions anew,
Lined with the convictions of the soul and hue,
Written in stone or chanced by clues,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Searching for a golden cue,
Cure for the soldered shame,
Living towards a blackless blame,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Is it for naught or is it for thought,
Is it for the righteousness in your mind that you sought?
Why do you remain watching by the side of the road, while they take the gold you have found by the cove, is it not right to not move in time, mimic of a sloth is that all right, then I ask you, why do you do what you do, let me guess for fame fortune and fortudious power asoon?
2.1k · Feb 2016
Ang Gubat - The Forest
Mga punong nagtataasan, mga katawang nangingitim.
Hibla dati sa kahoy ngayo'y sa bato nagbibitin.
Ang tangkad mo ay laging masarap gawing lilim.
Mula noon hanggang ngayo'y di ako makapagpasalin,
Ng mga kasalanan, kahit na iyon ang iyong kinain.
Matagal na ang huling pagsala ko sa kanyang bituin.
Baka't hindi ko na ito kailangang damdamin.
Dahil tila nagkukulang na ang iyong hangin.

Mga dahon **** lapad at kumikinang.
Nanalamin sa lahat ng aninong dumadaan.
Nagpapabahay parin sa iba't-ibang nilalang.
May mararahas. tahimik, at mapaggalang.
Parang ang nagbabagong kulay ng mga bunga **** nakahalang.
May gamot at may lason, pero mayroong pagkaing pang-ahon.
Mayroong pabaon ngunit parang ikaw na ang unti-unting lumalamon.

Umuusbong na mga panahon.
Nakita na ang bukas ay ang kahapon.
Kitang-kita ang daloy ng alon.
Nadating ika'y mahinahon.
Ngayo'y ika'y tagahamon.
Nag-iipon ng lakas at laman.
Habang nagtatapon na ng basura't mangmang.
This poem is written/typed in my native language of Tagalog which is a dialect of Filipino. But it is already the new generation of the language not the old original traditional language. Here is the translation: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1558592/the-forest-ang-gubat/
1.6k · Jan 2016
Colour
The stream goes up, the tears come down.
The fears they clump, they shake and drown.
But thrill uplifts, it wakes and sticks.

For if time could, stay, still, today.
One moment we sway, another we slay.
The road is made, with pain it shall fade.

We choose, we lose, we cruise, we abuse.
The feelings of truth could they lie to you?
O, sweet friend, just keep your hue.

Blue, the colour of you.
Blue, the time to undo.
Blue, the life that you move.
1.5k · Jan 2017
TANGA / IDIOT
Tutol
Ako sa
Nakararaming
Gumaganap na
Alam ang tama.

In english as a more accurate translation...
Since I actually **** more in my native language....

I am
Definitely against the
Information given by
Oppressing and assuming
Total majority

So yeah, just so you know
Anything is correct, probably, possibly.
Just for fun, imagine someone calls you an idiot for being yourself
855 · Aug 2016
Fearless vs Courageous
Once was a man just a young boy,
He threw and he drew in the lost playgrounds,
Here is where people met,
They collected stories and secrets that they kept,
It was a vast field of majesty,
All who ever walked on its paths never ceased to live,
But only few have ever died,

Ceasing to exist while the heart still beats,
Breathing softly and surely until their presence turns to mist.
He,
He was one of the few,
He tried to save the tiny compassion left inside a rotten dew,
But alas he was in turn corrupted by the nectar of its dark and creepy hue.
He forgot what it meant,
What it took,
And what it is to be real,
Concrete and strong as steel,
Burning with a passionate spirit of Courage,

With succession he twisted and he toiled,
Ramming the hills of the land and crashing into it's mountains,
There he presumed a title that was astounding for the sound that it makes,
Fearless,
Fearless are we,
Fearless are they,
Fearless with no light,
To embrace the dark fully,
Here his spirit lies,
And his spirit decays,
Never to see a more shaded day,
Brimming with a look that shines more dull each way,

Each way he went it was just mere,
Utter,
Non-sense,
Never was a day that was bland as that,
Until that fateful eve,
Where only downfall would rise with the Sun,
Alongside the humming of the Moon,
Where the cosmic embodiment of Death soon became,

Paranoia juices flowed into place,
For whispers of deceit foul the mortality of the brain,
Corroding the mind until it took him away,
That was the night,
Where one of his deaths took stage,
That was where,
He should have been brave,
To face all in his mind,
And to follow the whispers that were holier than you or than I,
Because that was the end,
*Of the truth on his plane.
He is now reborn but is still dead, among a vast majority of zombies. :p

I'd rather be courageous and be afraid,
Than be fearless and pretentiously perfect in every way.
768 · Oct 2016
Retrospect
Some days I feel good,
Come ways dry seal crude,
Done says vile meal dude,
Bites you back til' you bleed food.
The Golden Rule is the most forgettable thing for me, I hope you guys never forget that.
720 · Jul 2016
I am a Sloth
Confess, to sins you lie on,
Contest, not a quality of mind,
Attest, reality and fiction,
Undress, utility of pride,
The Sloth still sleeps, blind,
And hide.
Last two lines were made only to rhyme
718 · Jan 2017
Place
Hello goodmorning
Today for calling
So low so snoring
I wonder why we say good morning

Tonight in your place
I help you like im waze
In honesty been daze
I can tell your tired for some days

Get back in bed
Few minutes before Wed
I know it's still a more hours from my bill
But I'll see you right through
Because of my choice of do
So take dudette and dude
Across the globe I'll help you too.
Few days in a new job, hope you guys are doing well across the globe strangers
700 · Mar 2016
Maze
So is this an addiction, a crude misconception?
Mostly feeling the wind creased in the wrong direction.
What I thought I like, what they told me I was,
Now fades from the glimpses of eternity.

Fashioning a pedestal for a new tomorrow,
Blind but with faith I caress all this sorrow,
I bid you adieu, *******, subdued.
No I am not in remorse, I cannot alter my force.

By the fact that the energy deranges like swollen entropy.
Can be acknowledged yet immaterial to intrigue.
Echoing the silence that for soothers to ring.
Loss of the false feel of psuedo-histrionic-apathy.
I guess we we're all wrong at some point, I still feel confused, it is just a feeling so maybe I need to stick to it?
638 · Jun 2016
Paperless
I wallow in my sleepless nights,
Typing away on this keyboard,
Sometimes it feels more like a page,
From my notebook from those high school days.

Where I would draw unend, ignoring science my best friend,
Fill up the pages with shapes and letters,
Where the lines define the universe,
Where people and stick beings intertwine,
With dancing letters some bold, some shy,
Lettering was also caught in my, little web,
Where a monkey does what a monkey sees,
Where limitless was just a level three,
My ninety nine was at a killing spree,
Then they soon forget as in time degrees,
Where fate was faked in an autopsy,
I guess that is what teenagers be,
A pack of animals, learning to be,
Human, again and again, I see.
When we were young, stubborn, and naïve.
537 · Aug 2016
Harsh
Not death

Breathe slow

Past coil

Jealous?

We don't know

Sad as plain sight

Fake intents

Misdirection and dense

Regrets for tomorrow

Until the demon runs

Mind will be blank

Conscious without reprimand

Disgracing self

And projected shadows

Into millenium of words

That trick only inside

Gross and perfect

Figured somewhat insect

Fear of movement

Ready to read

Never to explore

A monster that is a bore

No true faces

Just stolen ink

Anger in three ports

Without the eyes to close

Ever so unsubtle

Render one cold

With love as slow as shell

Until they grow the verdure fungus
No to rhyming?
517 · Aug 2016
The Deciever
He stands and walks, and makes himself as hard as rock,
He smiles and waves, at beauties and babes,
Then whispers into a quiet boys ears, makes him excited and confused with fear,
Then screams and shouts on the worlds redoubt,
I do not engage in a sinful dance, while his hand holds the young boys stance,
Caressing it up and down, while the eyes set on the young boy and frown,
He rapes the young one through and through, Forgetting we are in the Twenty-first century too.
When they still be in the closet, but they gayer than your gay brother, more homosexual than your active lesbian lover, and more decietful than a profesional corporate lawyer.
486 · Jul 2016
Cost and Wages
Life with peace, prosperity,
Brought to see, who is to be,

From the bonds that broke, and clean blood to soak,
Of friends and fathers, lovers, cease and end.
463 · Aug 2016
Are you afraid of the Dark?
Inside this room, the halls fill with the illuminating darkness,
Where it shines a spotlight on the truths we often hide,
Fall and behold to its witchcraft in earnest prowess,
Cannot seem to unravel the long painted ties,

Maybe it chills to think of the possibility,
Remembering past and futures of an infinite,
Resolute but twisted that is a trap for *******,
To a world only in the imagination where it is not an illusory,

Be careful for naught it is fury of red that will be caught,
Although in this black hallway it would only seem like a pretty thought.
Look yourself in the mirror and ask, maybe dream of the sub conscious and track, where ever you may go it will lie with you, darker than a shadow the temptress (gender and species undefined) may turn you.

P.S. Middle stanza inspired by Jack Black lines.
450 · Jul 2016
The Saddest Story Today
He said,
Come down here!

I said,
*When you're up there?
Some people never get the point,
From dragging down they evolve into pushing down, leading you astray, and thinking that it was for the best, maybe, maybe not, maybe you need a shrink.
432 · Sep 2016
Signs
Open,
Commanding eyes, open,
Mind,
Read the thoughts,
Scribbled onto the fabric,
Words that are set in stone,
Matter that is untouchable,
Ghostly syllables that have no means,
Interconnected by differential seam,
Like a sweater hugging the truth,
A fluffly mask than enslaves an essence,
Just to supply a relieving sigh,
Just to claim a means to get by,
Just to instill a feeling of a high.
Maybe we want to be strong,
But I'm sure we have a hard time finding out when it is already wrong.
414 · Feb 2016
Gaia/Gaea/Gaeia
If the Earth is dying,
Is it weird that everything else is dying too?
385 · Feb 2016
Those Eyes
I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.

Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?

Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?

For what?

Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?

From what?

Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.

I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.
376 · Feb 2016
The Forest - Ang Gubat
Trees that are rising, with trunks fading to black,
Before you were woven from wood, now of the rocks that crack.
With you standing tall, and always the shade to rest my back.
From then til' today I could never repack,
All the sins, that you devour on track.
Since long I have not wronged by the stars of that song.
Maybe I should numb what was strong,
Because the silence of your breath becomes flat.

With leaves of wide shape and shining colour.
Reflecting the shadows and its silhouettes.
Home to different creature of its lore.
The furious, silent, and respectful.
Like the ever changing skins of your growing fruits.
From remedies, poisons, and delicacies just to fill.
Giving abundances of gifts but nonetheless it is you who takes it.

Time moves forward,
It is seen that yesterday is tomorrow,
The ebb and flow is very evident,
What was calm,
Turbulently testing today,
Gathering all its forces,
While throwing what is wasteful and foolish.
This is a rough translation for a poem in my native country's language.
372 · Aug 2016
BEWARE UNDEAD
In present times the world is filled up,
Like a crazy cartoon with characters that build up,
A new hope for an inadequate concieved pup,
Be wary of the real undead whose hearts that still pump,
They live and breathe and talk in their pin ups,
Like the crimson they seek to fill up
Their stomachs of ego will still thump,
Unto the light of the unexpecting machine clump,
Running on programs of unending ****,
That is, what they think, for they forgot the time that they believe is up,
They too are humans that are machine dumps.
Know your friends, or do this and try to protect your friends, if any of it makes sense.
Why is he so flat.

Wet as a paper in July.

Can you even right on this cat?

I can't feel anything when I'm near.

It's like he is covered by the most gigantic hat.

I've heard he really cannot be bought.

Weird like a nomadic owl or bat.

But I bet he's just so blind.

So where is he at?
Experimenting with words and arrangements.
View on how others view.
338 · Jul 2016
Madness
Somehow He tells me not to sleep tonight,
Whispers of a demon creeping out with blight,
The "Dream Eater", he smiles and says goodnight,
Tomorrows anew, as I cook up a stew, so sleep tight,

Little do you know what your treasures insight,
So scrumptious, they feed me even if they are made of light,
Do not worry little one, you do not need them, that's right,
For they are mine now so just be careful of my bite,

I will not harm you I just came to write,
What is yours will never be yours, because I will always steal your might.
328 · Jul 2016
Empty or New? Old or Deep?
What is there in esence today,
We look and,
Then what,
Does it mean,
Lovely, or is it,
Dearly in the eye,
Feudal in a time, frame,
Leveling the inertia,
From the point of potential,
Gravitational on kinetics,
What then,
Laizze Fairre they say,
But does it,
Teach, Learn,
Empart,
Aimless swords,
Countless pens, painted,
Business, booms,
On life, death,
Satirically speaking,
New, because,
Boring is the Old.
When movies are about CGI and stories are empty or cliché, who knows
319 · Aug 2016
Blank
What should I do,
Today's sunny too,
Dear living clue,
Lend me a shoe,
Maybe undo,
The evil brew,
Riding to you,
On your canoe,
So give me two,
Ideas to,
Relate a new,
Concepting stew,
To change the hue,
Of color blue,
So time would *****,
This bolt into,
A place once true,
To brains of poo.
Four syllable fun!
307 · Jul 2016
Short Term
I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,

From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,

It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.
305 · Jan 2017
It's about you.
My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care.

I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two.

Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown.

I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.
I hope one day you read this note.
The plot unravels in a place where there is a conflict,
The Just turns the **** locking arms with the Instinct,
Wrapped around a ribbon of constant struggle,
Not an inch of movement was seen to loosen the knot,
Warped under a sheet of plastic paper it carries the thought,
Caught in feet of the moment loved and boggled,
Altruid and Maltruid speaking into the world,
Reflection of mists and essences scuffled into artificial pearls,
It peaks as they peek the unended curiosity,
Whilst the mirror is fuzzing and buzzing,
Of their frail but truthful simple realities,
The key to the treasure they do not see when those eyes are in pus,
.
.
.
.
They yearn or want to call everybody an "Us".
Have you ever seen two sides in conflict?
Calling the other an enemy?
When in the mirror they can not see?
Eyes, ears, and spirits... Debris...
298 · Feb 2016
A Story of People
Here is my knife, my scalpel to be exact.
There is your body, your torso in the act.
To slice in the midst, and the sieves on your wrist.

Some want you whole, but I feed on the soul.
Your temple is numb, the reason why I succumb,
To the play of lies, and its mysterious ties.

Yet I keep my self sane, and trying without vain,
I just wish that the windows wouldn't pain.
But I see the tears rushing down like rain.

It cracks me up, in a bad bat of a pup.

Why you place your mask, and leave the trash in my cask.
It keeps me asking why, without a mind to give,
Advantage over the shy, which the latter is how I live.

Your game of tag I am no less than glad.
That it is done, in the hopes of a gun.
To the sky it will turn red.
A shot like a bird it will run, aimed highly at the sun.
Until we both are bled, to the ground each will be wed.
I'm still watching. How it's going to turn out I do not know.
298 · Feb 2016
Nightly Rage
I dream of you,
Rude and unkind,
I wish to help but it seems that it rewinds,
Is there really getting through the mind?

My eyes are black and blind,
The rage is with the red of hue,
Turns to blood without a cue,
It makes me tear for it might be true.

The dreams of new,
Can it reveal what is behind?
Or are you trying to remind?
Is he a big facade that created the blind?
Sometimes you don't want to point because you don't know, and ergo if you did you would be lying.

But what if the clues were hidden between the lines of all the lies?

Can you prove that you live with the real devil inside?
298 · Mar 2016
Untitled
Wealth is a Mind

Where Love is just a Kind

Wholly It looks Blind

But live Two and then Grind

For you know, you will not Find

Another like your Bind

The Differences are Sublime

It's a Shadow that will Remind

That IT will NOT MATTER in due Time
Attended this awesome talk, in a nutshell here is what I learned, not what they taught exactly but what I made of what they were talking about.
293 · Jun 2016
Philippines
My Sweetheart that runs on two
Even if She does not bloom
The sweet scent of Her comes too
Even at the peek of doom

My Sweetheart She loves us so
She dies and lives for us to grow
The endless nights of pain She sow
The brightful morning for us to go

The sweet song of Her hummingbirds
Live by their cages as She just yearns
Can they not stop the selfish turns
As they **** Her in selfless curves

She loves us dear but she may die
As apathy becomes obliged
Where the chosen just humbly lie
As false heroes pillage Her inside
In a politically corrupt system, hoping that change comes soon
293 · Mar 2016
Business
Politics is a shelter
For warheads within the weather
Living for the money of wither
Greed, not necessity, that lever

Not for every case
But abundant in place
Ages and eras, only could we erase
Partly true without trace

For we never learned
Histories we've earned
Families were churned
Into butter for those who are not truly earn
Once upon a time a rat met a mouse,
It let the latter was tricked into opening the house,
The prior smiled but hid his knife,
And made fun of the latter and his life,
He hath done wrong to a lot in his prime,
And he ran and ran for none sees the strife,
But when he found the latter in a bind,
He sought a beautiful plan in his mind,
It was a malevolent yet indescribable plan,
And he let the rabid venom of his words seep,
Turning the world and the foundations in its land,
Loving himself so much he ignored the stand,
The conscience of his stand become but a hand,
To smack those in the light and destroy all that who demand,
That what is right is what is wrong in his eye,
He loved to see others in the pan,
Burning and seething and bleeding for his man,
He was a man, yet he loved another man,
There was nothing wrong but he loved to be the Man,
It was not futile yet it would surely take some time in the sand,
Yet he still told lies and stepped on the foot of all in his path,
Then the latter told him in privacy that it was not good to grant,
Himself the power on his current reprimand,
He saw this as bad as he does not see what is right,
He believes only himself to be right which made the latter sad,
Fury in his head and sanity gone mad,
He sliced the latter's face and slice his own in a brand,
He swapped the two and sewed it with iron clamps,
Til' this day the latter would just stand,
As all the world thinks that he is the bad,
When he now tells of the wrongs, and the evil of grands,
He appears as the villain as the villain reeks of his band.
The story of a frame up in a not so easily understandable land.
289 · Jun 2016
Attention!
How didoo I am moving as two
Fast I flew just to catch the morning dew
Peek a boo the seargent screams at you
Stay in cue don't move like glue
Just when you try to do
The officer of sloth gets to brew
Trying to be active
287 · Aug 2016
The Secret
Eager to move we take control,
Of the caustic ties with their ebb and flow,
Living it full without the hint of sweet remorse,
To dive right in and seizing the main course,
Carpe is what we were taught to complete the day,
So that is one of the things that we think is right in every way,
But in reality it is a lie in the methods that we feed reality,
When you keep everthing in the dark that then gives you insanity,
Even when it comes to light both deeds and sins they softly bite,
The whole of your mind in sweet delite when secrets are killing you in darkest night on sight.
Paranoia, secrecy, conspiracy.
285 · Jan 2017
Today in a nut shell.
You try to trick me, doesnt work, ignore me, schooled you for your hate, end up being the hater.
So why do sickly, current dorks, adore thee, fooled to core door plates, bent cup fleeting a crater.
Too sigh woo crick bee, paws rent torque, be bore three, cool two so more ate, red pup lying remaker.

In short,
Today is weird,
You understand what happens,
But the meaning behind is either vague,
Or downright inapproriate,
But still,
It's fun.
282 · Jul 2016
Ton
Ton
Hello! Help! Is anybody there!
I can't move! Can anybody help!?
It's dark, and cold! I can't move!
Somebody! Anybody!?
I can't feel it!
I can't feel my...
Fear, anger...
I just feel...
Cold, and heavy, but not empty.
Bored at that too.
280 · Jul 2016
Definition
Different, you and I
Never see, never aye
I hear you scream,
I shout the steam,
We never seem to be,
Connected, you and me,
I dare to care, woe and woe,
Control, so and so
Much we have been,
Oblidged but paper thin,
The bond is dimly stoutly and scrim,
A short shot end of endless whim,
The best I could ask for,
True friend with shaky splendor.
We maybe different, but I guess life slaps you in the face, related by blood surely doesn't mean that you're the same, but family means I'll keep up with your insane.
267 · Feb 2016
Back
Memories, of jealousies, and fallacies, in front of me.
Entropy, with charity, dashed with clarity, in front of me.
Realities, to hypocrisies, that change intimacies, in front of me.
Serenity, steps callously, with tomorrow's canopy, in front of me.
Entities, with blasphemies, understate authorities, in front of me.
Keep moving. edited misspelled words.
264 · Mar 2016
Addiction
One more time let's do it right,

One more minute let's make the night,

One more hit let's make if bright,

One more bite let's take the flight,

One more smile let's do it tonight.
Sound familiar? Maybe the voice in the head recognizes this.
260 · Jun 2016
8 Hours
I miss you, inside
I miss your running, inside
I miss your loudness, inside
I miss your mess, inside
I miss our munchies, inside
I miss our plays, inside
I miss our bonding, inside
I miss how you take care of me, inside
I miss how you protected me, inside
I miss how you understood without words, inside
Inside, I cry for you, inside
I will always cherish our memories, inside
It's been eight hours, so I still cry, inside, and out
For the dearly departed,
May their spirit give us hope,
May their memory keep us warm
May their legacy bring us life.
252 · Aug 2016
Severe question
Do you not want a happy ending because it's predictable? Or is your life too misrable? Does everybody else need to feel your intangible? Despair or are you indelible?
Just a thought
247 · Aug 2016
Anyone Can Sing
Crap, Dung, Feces, Manure, Nicotine, Poo, ****, Waste,
It never mattered to the ears just as long as it has taste,
Not the tactile on the tongue but rather the slip of the sound,
The way it dances in the air all day around and round,
To bounce off the walls and the cliffs,
Getting smaller as each corner takes a whiff,
Until the message of emotion is released,
Appealing to the hearts as never it will cease,
Sometimes clear as the springs harvest bring,
While other times it comes in discording rings.
Anyone can sing, finding your voice, well, that's another thing
242 · Jun 2016
Feign
I see that you feign empathy

For the bounty of pride and glory

But the cost of illusions and hippcracy

What is it that you steal so dearly

What is a throne you covet so surly

Is this the truth of your splendor

But to you we are playthings of this ender

You are not Him but you play to be

Do you want Him to acknowledge thee

Are you of this or are you not

Are you ready to begin your onslaught

Can you tell that we both lie

In a pool that was twisted to be vile

We will clash and will always meet

Even if we are miles apart, isn't that neat
What now?
241 · Jan 2016
Boredom/Procrastination
There it goes, wonder of woes,
There we go, stretch out your toe,
There to fly, intrinsic and dry,
There for rye, energy for sky.

Then it runs, evading the stun,
Then the fun, around it has spun,
Then you shout, just without pout,
Then its stout, the heart without doubt.

After it comes,
The weight of the sums,
Will you fight,
That lazy blight,
Or will you sleep,
Right now so deep,
Let go of all,
And make a stall.

This is the challenge,
Day in and day out.
How do they manage,
Within the redoubt.
240 · Jun 2016
Passing
While walking along the path
Something intriguing shall pass
In the event of the start
The end will come to attack

Knowing pitch black will await
Is just another number in a page
We idly look and participate
When the wages come and evaporate

It is never easy to know the fin
Not knowing if the period is win
But the company we bring will pass
Embedded to our memories little lass

So fret no longer for my wish is bright
Even if all heaven ends tonight
In my spirit I will hold you tight
For the hope we share will be our might
Rest in Peace, with love unseen
240 · Aug 2016
What's Up?
It's that time of day,
Where all of your sound starts to decay,

What is it with being right,
When there will always be a handful to write,

Who will tell us that this piece is perfect,
Why do we need to understand if it is correct,

How is it that we just stop,
Hushing onto the last testaments spinning on the top.
It seems it is really rude to just stop talking, especially when you do it back, the demons come out, and you are left with the twin barrels loaded and the tips of your bones pulling softly to whisper goodnight.
How awesome must it be to be that guy in Lie to Me

How interesting would this life be to peel into Telepathy

Amusing

Excruciating

Anomaly

They tell who is blind for they cannot see

They shout who is deaf for they do not hear

They label who is not for they do not know

Down

Sorrow

Down

A never ending scene of entropy

Where lines are ignored when the points are crazy

Eccentric, Hysteric, Psychotic

Mere words thrown into antics

Actors

Flew

Pawns

While others see through the untinted air waves

Bearing the weight of the judgement of the stalemate

They pray patience to the fine line of difference

There is good,

Yet there is bad,

But they cannot say,

This is good and that is bad
For those who feel but cannot explain, for those who see but are thrown from reality, for those who see light, breathe light, and bring light in this ridiculous darkness
235 · Aug 2016
Grandeur
They seek and they seek,
Meek, bleak, and they speak,
That the ones who can are the ones who reek,
Only a fraud for that one is unique,
To their eyes, but not to the peak,
Those who see, whom like to tweak,
With machines of life and of the cheek,
Words that arouse the minds obliques,
Through visions and laws where there is no physique,
Just all even from odds that creak.
The fine lone between megalomania and humility
233 · Feb 2016
Nameless
How do You hold who is not dear?

Can You swipe and clean all fear?

Where is Your place You call so clear?

When is rest for You, if near?

Do You not feel pain and sneer?

How can You love with pure and steer?

Is this something in Your sincere?

Necessity, for giving is that here?

Your goodwill is something we cannot understand, The dearest of The dear.
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