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Ivon R Osillos Jun 2019
Poets never lie, never keep secrets.

They always find ways to reveal things.

If you only look closely,

Everything you will see.

From their smile every dawn

To their cry every sundown,

From their laugh every morning

To their sob every evening,

All are written on their papers.

Using rhymed and unrhymed words

If you're only analyzing their works,

You will know them deeply

And understand them surely.

They make wonderful pieces,

Behind those are bruises.

The melodic tone of their poems

Are the pains behind the vizard.

Every positive word they write.

Are from their pained hearts.

They never want to be pitied

Rather, wanted to be heard.

Every truth, they write.

Every piece is a secret.
So do keep it,

Most especially if you're not a poet!
There once was a plain old greedy degenerate
Who fancied himself some sort of profit
Most of the town's folk even bought it
Some say he lost it

We must laugh together at the irony we see
Someone degenerate as he
Redesigning our humanity
First conceptual sold as a divine product
******* ecstasy…

I won't support the scandal to fund the living Dead council
The Swine
Thought to unwind and rewind in the way they felt fine
Thus genetically designed a millennia of succession of clergy kings
And unleash them to father all mankind to be

Hear me when I say
I do not feel okay
When malice men metal with God's work

Got a hell of a good pitch though
I mean you really make that **** looked ****, no?

A well-designed slaughterhouse may have its livestock walking into spirals right to the mouth of the grinder
Scientifically each breed more perfect than the next
As I deflect
Do my very best
To warn just in case you could respect
Liberty and freedom
Or obey to choose to sleep comfortably
Happy sheep healthy cut of meat
Splash, shear and then repeat

I love you So much
Almost as much as I love myself
Hope you can learn how to be alone with just yourself all by yourself
and be present with yourself Love
Erian Rose Apr 2019
If you heard my head
you'd know what's right
because you're the only thing
that won't let me sleep at night
André Morrison Mar 2019
Wrap my own hands round my own throat
To promote less dark thoughts I don't condone
Pause the oxygen to pause the mind
Don't want to think, but want my thoughts to be heard
Excuse the oxymoron, heart & head aren't intertwined
Rita Sailor Jan 2019
i spoke and i've been heard
do you know the feeling?
                                                                                   oh how i've missed it
                                                                                   it's been missing
Shofi Ahmed Jan 2019
No word
no sound
no colour
yet a lingua
is heard in
two hearts!
Samreena Lodhi Jan 2019
if you had heard my heart
you might have learned even more
words that my lips won't convey
you might have get with your heart
as heart has mind of its own
that beats more to say
for you to understand
stopdoopy Dec 2019
I feel like a projection
From a distant planet
Seeing everything from afar

I'm here
I'm seen
I'm heard

But I'm not felt

And I want to feel

As much as this life can give me
So even though right now I'm far away
Maybe I'll get there, someday
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