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David Hilburn Sep 16
Forget the fire...
Finer, by a cerebral introduction
Space for use, and a hello, in no denial
Has conceded our future, a mightier reflection...

The quite of quiet
When we are, a hap to convince
Avidly, the knowing of a right
Seldom and the many, to look for ends

Energy in the name...
Odd to argue, but with misery's lip
Weren't we the spite of an austere shame
Grant us the unity in a tow, and we will show wit

Cares of a more, then mercy
Excel's at a weary eye...
Been a shadow of example, to worry
Is a wanton call of suicide, a sigh...

To collect a silent fury?
The marvel of assumption's tongue
No future, knowing a fool to carry
A wish to oblivion, is our courage a hero already won?
SelinaSharday Aug 2021
Heard some poetry it was such foolery.
Read some poetry.
Such deceptions I see, stumbled on some poetry such poor delivery.
I cant believe how the writer does deceive, like a magician with words to weave.
How one holds some  tricks up their sleeve.
The writer spuns delusions, crazy intriguing lines meant to blow minds.
Nothing but foolery.
Found some poetry! Seemed kinda fun to me, but sit back and watch and see.
The writers quite clumsy. Read some poetry.
Such creative illusions of such wicked delusions.
Because the person is just writing confusions.
Things in their mind
about experiences over time.
when Its best to know both sides of those poetic stories.
Or its just untruths or hurts to what that poet grieves.
Just what that poet sees no where near the truth.
Just telling slippery lines like rotten tooth's.
On their mistakes and there pains and sorrows.
That's nothing of the truth, how they discarded beautiful tomorrows.
Discarding friendships,
That where meant to be only friendships.
Now they are writing darkened daggers.
Such old timely closed minded wanna be swaggers.
Writers cruelty worded daggers.
Some Poets write for Healing, some write for pain, some write for financial gain.
Telling stories, good, bad, sad, foolishness after having gone mad, just ta complain.
No truths in the splattered stains of poetic slains. Its the closed minded, failing in love without you kind. writing to teach the blind, and forgetting leaving wise lessons behind.
Beware of the blind leading the blind poets the assumes, the know its. With hidden motives.
Up their sleeves, writing poetic lined deliveries. Read some poetry not by skilled/knowledged hands I see.
Oh found some poetry. Quite deceptive to me. maybe wounded souls they be.
by selina sharday_H.E.R#POETRY
your a wounded writer telling one side of your darkened truth when it takes both sides to know real reality, yet you write your wounded side of things to ruined the other. Things we readers often see when reading poetry
"INTELLIGENCE"

"Folly kills a fool by foolery, and prudence makes flourish a sage by wisdom."
#C9_fm
Intensity scares me, but fear is what keeps me alive
Like prey running away from its predator
That feeling inside
You know what you must do
Even if it leads you to die
A reflection of yourself
Stare deeply into your eyes
You aren't afraid, this is just
Adrenaline in disguise
This is what I live for
Learning life lessons
Scattered across a map
Through every living being
And also deceased
Now I know what it feels like
To have a moment of peace
I have more that I must learn
Intensity is what I yearn
I know nothing but I feel everything
My heart in my chest
Young, rhythmic, filled with blood
Once I'm laid to rest
My life will continue to flood
Other people's hearts
Inspire them to discover life
Challenge their beliefs
Live, die, rebirth as if you are an ever changing form of art
Mike Nov 2015
So,
Will I be happy?
-Well, are you sad?

How do I know?
-You don't know that you don't know.

But,
Will I be loved?
-Did you ever love?

How do I love?
-How do you remember?


*- Well, you forget that you forgot.
K Alexys Sep 2015
How do i know you're not fooling me?
How can you tell I'm not fooling you?
One mustn't assume another's foolery
Nor can I ever doubt you fooling me.
Take me somewhere Far away
If I meant that does It mean I mean what I say?
If I trusted you would that be sane?
Considering I met you before yesterday.
Take me where I know you go
Where you spend most of your time alone
Let me wallow in all your Depths
Let me Follow in your foot steps.
I want to show you something cool
I want to know if You'd be afraid.
This whole message is about the fool
Two of them together what does that say?
Can I trust you or would I be stupid?
Can you trust me without feeling foolish?
Love me without losing.
If I can't love you then who am i fooling?

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