#culmination - Hello Poetry

Am I set aside or isolated, Like a little girl among trees? Taught to fear the Bad Wolf, Through my grandmother's stories. Am I set aside or isolated, Like grain of sand in an hourglass? Put away for display, Only purposeful while it lasts. Am I set aside or isolated, Like succulent in a condo? Deprived of sun, drowned in water, Bought for someone else's sorrow. Am I set aside or isolated, Like a bird with clipped wings? I have feathers, I could sing, But was never meant for soaring. Am I set aside or isolated? Now I'm pondering in despair. They say I'm meant for something great, But not allowed to do better. "The bad wolf, it'll **** me." "Outside the glass, I'd be blown away." "The pretty sun, it might scorch me." "In my safe bird cage, I'll watch... but stay."

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Apr 10, 2025

Apr 10, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC

T_Laz

Tale of The Tame

Am I set aside or isolated, Like a little girl among trees? Taught to fear the Bad Wolf, Through my grandmother's stories. Am I set aside or isolated, Like grain of sand in an hourglass? Put away for display, Only purposeful while it lasts. Am I set aside or isolated, Like succulent in a condo? Deprived of sun, drowned in water, Bought for someone else's sorrow. Am I set aside or isolated, Like a bird with clipped wings? I have feathers, I could sing, But was never meant for soaring. Am I set aside or isolated? Now I'm pondering in despair. They say I'm meant for something great, But not allowed to do better. "The bad wolf, it'll **** me." "Outside the glass, I'd be blown away." "The pretty sun, it might scorch me." "In my safe bird cage, I'll watch... but stay."

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~ She cannot feel the full passion of this peak because it is not her passion: It is seen at a distance, as a phenomenon, like the weather, or the plague of grasshoppers that signals the beginning of the end. ~

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May 9, 2022

May 9, 2022 at 3:22 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Snowdonia

~ She cannot feel the full passion of this peak because it is not her passion: It is seen at a distance, as a phenomenon, like the weather, or the plague of grasshoppers that signals the beginning of the end. ~

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Every time it’s much like the same Closing chapter washes these thoughts away Rest is to settle the pain inside But fact-less fears...feel like death inside Sleep comes but in no sweet fashion Toss and turn a ritual passes Slumber brings the same old crisis Will I lose you once again? Time keeps passing In my dreams the world doesn’t stop moving Until I think of you and realize You are no longer with me Waking up and feeling you here Love and patience keeps you near

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Jan 18, 2019

Jan 18, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC

BLD

Nighttime Comes

Every time it’s much like the same Closing chapter washes these thoughts away Rest is to settle the pain inside But fact-less fears...feel like death inside Sleep comes but in no sweet fashion Toss and turn a ritual passes Slumber brings the same old crisis Will I lose you once again? Time keeps passing In my dreams the world doesn’t stop moving Until I think of you and realize You are no longer with me Waking up and feeling you here Love and patience keeps you near

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Electric despair Just a fraction A hit of desire Supply and demand Trading peace for the land Starting fires It's nothing of news It rots and pollutes It mocks what you do It's ready to shoot Doesn't care who was there Media covered the truth No mans land ******* Snuffing the come up I live for the underhand jobs I'm a mob boss I need a cough drop Choking on the reasons History repeating stand down The stench of division Clouding my vision So loud indecision Surrounds my conviction Rendering me as a corpse Send all my hobbies up north Where it's going down So poised With a corpse to throw Self love Plus more room to grow Oh so bold Must be snorting that pale moon glow Must be chugging that everclear Must be clutching that heart so dear What a life Yet I'm gonna get it right Peers Oh god Can you hear me out Question From whom did you learn all your lessons Tested I figured you ad libbed the message I'm out to find what the silence is betting So petty So don't test me War ready With the goal on flexing I run the patience of clocks Outliving haters a personal hobby Spited to death **** cam is lit fam Ex lady thinking ***** I don't really give a **** Never made a baby Always played the run around Heh Sorry about that But what am I to do When that *** so fat Got me hella in the mood When you let me see it clap I got an eigth of shrooms I'm tryna make it bloom A blunt to match Some room to move Stratosphere blazing as we cloud the room Last year faded off the ought to do While I sit here waiting for my star to shoot Topsy turvy Match the gloom In a vile plume as I engage the noose Hopeful boy taking polaroids Everlasting days Never lasting joys Come on Just blast away Growing pains from my defeat Burned at stakes from past mistakes Ambition bathed in flames Ascension know my name Lotus petals Unshackled I craft on broken glass This ******* built to last Sitting in the drivers seat Laughing at my lack of drive The taste of irony Hinting at my suicide This right here is do or die Scared of heights Grit teeth and fly Copped me some stolen wings Deceit no thang to me Yet I still can't sleep Relax my mind Third eye still crooked why Bad batch of LSD What the hell you want from me Lamentations of the soul Cascading broken notes Wretched lessons I provoke The wailings of a lonely ghost Praying karma takes me home Been wayward from the start Been wayward from the start Chasing shadows thinking stars were mine to handle Dismantled I've learn reality's a gale of sin And I'm the candle Now watch as I unravel

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Jan 20, 2017

Jan 20, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC

Dantzzzler

Train

Electric despair Just a fraction A hit of desire Supply and demand Trading peace for the land Starting fires It's nothing of news It rots and pollutes It mocks what you do It's ready to shoot Doesn't care who was there Media covered the truth No mans land ******* Snuffing the come up I live for the underhand jobs I'm a mob boss I need a cough drop Choking on the reasons History repeating stand down The stench of division Clouding my vision So loud indecision Surrounds my conviction Rendering me as a corpse Send all my hobbies up north Where it's going down So poised With a corpse to throw Self love Plus more room to grow Oh so bold Must be snorting that pale moon glow Must be chugging that everclear Must be clutching that heart so dear What a life Yet I'm gonna get it right Peers Oh god Can you hear me out Question From whom did you learn all your lessons Tested I figured you ad libbed the message I'm out to find what the silence is betting So petty So don't test me War ready With the goal on flexing I run the patience of clocks Outliving haters a personal hobby Spited to death **** cam is lit fam Ex lady thinking ***** I don't really give a **** Never made a baby Always played the run around Heh Sorry about that But what am I to do When that *** so fat Got me hella in the mood When you let me see it clap I got an eigth of shrooms I'm tryna make it bloom A blunt to match Some room to move Stratosphere blazing as we cloud the room Last year faded off the ought to do While I sit here waiting for my star to shoot Topsy turvy Match the gloom In a vile plume as I engage the noose Hopeful boy taking polaroids Everlasting days Never lasting joys Come on Just blast away Growing pains from my defeat Burned at stakes from past mistakes Ambition bathed in flames Ascension know my name Lotus petals Unshackled I craft on broken glass This ******* built to last Sitting in the drivers seat Laughing at my lack of drive The taste of irony Hinting at my suicide This right here is do or die Scared of heights Grit teeth and fly Copped me some stolen wings Deceit no thang to me Yet I still can't sleep Relax my mind Third eye still crooked why Bad batch of LSD What the hell you want from me Lamentations of the soul Cascading broken notes Wretched lessons I provoke The wailings of a lonely ghost Praying karma takes me home Been wayward from the start Been wayward from the start Chasing shadows thinking stars were mine to handle Dismantled I've learn reality's a gale of sin And I'm the candle Now watch as I unravel

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It is said in time, That beauty to the beholder is a sensation. The most powerful statement of forgiveness to a human being is the ability to behold and practice creation. Ice figurines can’t hold under heat, Yet their demise creates life sustaining substances, Like dangerous chemical concoctions, Company never really felt completely perfect. We kept masks on when we gathered, It seemed like my friends could have always made it to Hollywood, The way our lives were just mere performances. Highlights of high times, Quality, picture perfect film reels burned into cyberspace, But the ladled space between our fingertips became foreign as the next new emotional overhaul was just fingertips away. Obsessed over why perfection isn’t an issue yet imperfections are celebrated, Yet not the ones you have. What is desire if the object sought is someone else? Elsewhere, the first half of the year is spent trying to remake the second half, pretty in pink, Only when it didn’t rain. So soulless, our bond became, The hollowed Ravens became vultures, Clearing the pathways to prepare for a feast, Not caring whether death would actually take us, But what would be broken would cause the death of our own ways, Our own souls terrified, Shocked to the security of a coffin. Do we merely search for what is rightfully ours? No, For we are dream catchers, Simply grasping for a reality that would be a shame to the creator, Formed by the realtors, Sell your self worth for a secular sense of selfishness, Steal the dream, And be complacent. The worst part wasn’t when I lost you, It was what became of my dreams when I lost myself too. My first half is done. I wish no longer to live the second half in misery through.

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Aug 12, 2016

Aug 12, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC

BlueRibbon

The Misery Journal

It is said in time, That beauty to the beholder is a sensation. The most powerful statement of forgiveness to a human being is the ability to behold and practice creation. Ice figurines can’t hold under heat, Yet their demise creates life sustaining substances, Like dangerous chemical concoctions, Company never really felt completely perfect. We kept masks on when we gathered, It seemed like my friends could have always made it to Hollywood, The way our lives were just mere performances. Highlights of high times, Quality, picture perfect film reels burned into cyberspace, But the ladled space between our fingertips became foreign as the next new emotional overhaul was just fingertips away. Obsessed over why perfection isn’t an issue yet imperfections are celebrated, Yet not the ones you have. What is desire if the object sought is someone else? Elsewhere, the first half of the year is spent trying to remake the second half, pretty in pink, Only when it didn’t rain. So soulless, our bond became, The hollowed Ravens became vultures, Clearing the pathways to prepare for a feast, Not caring whether death would actually take us, But what would be broken would cause the death of our own ways, Our own souls terrified, Shocked to the security of a coffin. Do we merely search for what is rightfully ours? No, For we are dream catchers, Simply grasping for a reality that would be a shame to the creator, Formed by the realtors, Sell your self worth for a secular sense of selfishness, Steal the dream, And be complacent. The worst part wasn’t when I lost you, It was what became of my dreams when I lost myself too. My first half is done. I wish no longer to live the second half in misery through.

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Most of all. it's the truculent desire hardly shielded, creating whirlwind, shaking the woods of my mind, then insistent fingers in an ****** day dream,touch intimately to arouse my hood, those robust waves inch forward to my shores, I shudder,again and again, like a sea swell, in an intense want, we are engorged, a mania for the moon, slouching behind the clouds, your eyes had always spoken gently, yet brewed storms. I sense a wish that yearns culmination in my invasion, full luscious red lips, smeared with the spices of amour, their own symbolism eloquent, as wet they are, whispering yes, yes coal black eyes can't hide the eagerness, they peer, your body, now so tender has a tremor,anticipating my touch, you are ready for a journey together, to the far deeper ends an impatient waterway, aren't you,awaiting my row boat, for a fervorous exploration together, through the watery canals

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Most of all, it's the wild vibes your desire do not wish to hide

Most of all. it's the truculent desire hardly shielded, creating whirlwind, shaking the woods of my mind, then insistent fingers in an ****** day dream,touch intimately to arouse my hood, those robust waves inch forward to my shores, I shudder,again and again, like a sea swell, in an intense want, we are engorged, a mania for the moon, slouching behind the clouds, your eyes had always spoken gently, yet brewed storms. I sense a wish that yearns culmination in my invasion, full luscious red lips, smeared with the spices of amour, their own symbolism eloquent, as wet they are, whispering yes, yes coal black eyes can't hide the eagerness, they peer, your body, now so tender has a tremor,anticipating my touch, you are ready for a journey together, to the far deeper ends an impatient waterway, aren't you,awaiting my row boat, for a fervorous exploration together, through the watery canals

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