#doyou - Hello Poetry

(As to singing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!") (IN ADVANCED, IF TODAY IS YOUR ACTUAL BIRTHDAY, then 🎂🎁🎈HAPPY BORN DAY🎈🎁🎂!!!! Oh, HAPPY BORN DAY TO YOU, SO, WHAT WILL YOU DO?? On your VERY SPECIAL DAY........., LETS HOPE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!! So, what are your plans?? I hope that you have a blast, It's your day, TO DO YOU, I HOPE YOUR HAPPINESS LAST!!! So, just CELLL-EEE-BRRATE!!!!!! No, it's not TOO LATE, It's your TIME TO SHINE, YES, IT'S PARTY TIME!!! So, just GO OUT and JAM, Yes SIR or yes MA'AM, GO and HAVE A GOOD TIME....., or STAY HOME AND UNWIND!!! STAY HOME AND CELEBRATE, THAT WILL STILL BE GREAT, AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY...... IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!!! SO, HAPPY BORN DAY TO YOU, SO, WHAT WILL YOU DO?? On your VERY SPECIAL DAY........., LET'S HOPE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!! B.R. Date: 1/29/2025

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Jan 29, 2025

Jan 29, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

Happy Born Day!!!

(As to singing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!") (IN ADVANCED, IF TODAY IS YOUR ACTUAL BIRTHDAY, then 🎂🎁🎈HAPPY BORN DAY🎈🎁🎂!!!! Oh, HAPPY BORN DAY TO YOU, SO, WHAT WILL YOU DO?? On your VERY SPECIAL DAY........., LETS HOPE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!! So, what are your plans?? I hope that you have a blast, It's your day, TO DO YOU, I HOPE YOUR HAPPINESS LAST!!! So, just CELLL-EEE-BRRATE!!!!!! No, it's not TOO LATE, It's your TIME TO SHINE, YES, IT'S PARTY TIME!!! So, just GO OUT and JAM, Yes SIR or yes MA'AM, GO and HAVE A GOOD TIME....., or STAY HOME AND UNWIND!!! STAY HOME AND CELEBRATE, THAT WILL STILL BE GREAT, AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY...... IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!!! SO, HAPPY BORN DAY TO YOU, SO, WHAT WILL YOU DO?? On your VERY SPECIAL DAY........., LET'S HOPE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!! B.R. Date: 1/29/2025

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_Good people have bad days Bad days pick on all people. No discrimination. Being mean will not reward you with nice things. Temptation It's one hell of a drug. You don't always have to use the rock as a weapon just because it's in reach. Out of sight, out of mind. Think about it. Don't let them trigger you. Cool it. Before you pull it. Don't lose it. You're the one in control. Remember the way you felt When you were in tune? Flow of music. Unstoppable mode. I heard it all before, going to the groove tangled in the grapevines You have so much more to lose If you go Columbine Colorblind!_

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Jul 25, 2022

Jul 25, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC

Descovia

Chaos Control

_Good people have bad days Bad days pick on all people. No discrimination. Being mean will not reward you with nice things. Temptation It's one hell of a drug. You don't always have to use the rock as a weapon just because it's in reach. Out of sight, out of mind. Think about it. Don't let them trigger you. Cool it. Before you pull it. Don't lose it. You're the one in control. Remember the way you felt When you were in tune? Flow of music. Unstoppable mode. I heard it all before, going to the groove tangled in the grapevines You have so much more to lose If you go Columbine Colorblind!_

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Even I hear the sounds of silence in your bedroom. I hear the ever noisy silence ringing outside the cracks of the window. I am tearing up inside, losing control. I clenched my fists and buried myself in my moutain of comfort on the fabrics of your bed. I am trying to stay happy, to talk to you. But I was afraid to shout, afraid to let the monster in the cage out. Do you hear me? As I stand in silence like the wind? Do you hear me through the Spears and knives of your hurt words? Do you....?

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC

mpexGwtex

Do you?

Even I hear the sounds of silence in your bedroom. I hear the ever noisy silence ringing outside the cracks of the window. I am tearing up inside, losing control. I clenched my fists and buried myself in my moutain of comfort on the fabrics of your bed. I am trying to stay happy, to talk to you. But I was afraid to shout, afraid to let the monster in the cage out. Do you hear me? As I stand in silence like the wind? Do you hear me through the Spears and knives of your hurt words? Do you....?

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Back when I had obtained my innocence, I remember the happiness and freedom with life, Everything went great, Everyday was cherished as a blessing, As it should always be. Then one day came along, Suddenly, I grew up way too quick. I knew that something wasn’t right, Nothing felt right anymore. But, I still counted on the efforts of others, To show me, To guide me, To protect and be there for me. I was let down, disappointed at her, My love was open arms, My heart unlocked, but broken at one fall. One less lonely girl, Treat her like she’s worth, If you value her, prove it. Allowing pride to take over pain will only hurt, So, don’t lose her or yourself in the process, Trust the feeling of fighting, Being brave and courageous enough to express, She needed that, she wants that still. Take her hand, Twirl her around a few times, And show her different.

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC

mynarrative

One less lonely girl

Back when I had obtained my innocence, I remember the happiness and freedom with life, Everything went great, Everyday was cherished as a blessing, As it should always be. Then one day came along, Suddenly, I grew up way too quick. I knew that something wasn’t right, Nothing felt right anymore. But, I still counted on the efforts of others, To show me, To guide me, To protect and be there for me. I was let down, disappointed at her, My love was open arms, My heart unlocked, but broken at one fall. One less lonely girl, Treat her like she’s worth, If you value her, prove it. Allowing pride to take over pain will only hurt, So, don’t lose her or yourself in the process, Trust the feeling of fighting, Being brave and courageous enough to express, She needed that, she wants that still. Take her hand, Twirl her around a few times, And show her different.

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Do You?... by Jessie 4/05 Do you find distaste as you choke down humanities vile existence? Do you weep at the worlds discourse with it’s self? Do you agonize over the future of your existence? Do you smell the rotting flesh of lie’s gone aerie? Do you wish upon doomed and darkened stars? Do you drown your feet in the rivers of tears? Do you drink from the cup of uncertainty? Do you sleep on the teetering bed of deception and then dream hellish night mares of things to come? Do you taunt the reaper with games of hide and seek? Do you par lea every escape into another until you feel invincible? Do you like what you’ve become?

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC

jessie-schwartz

Do You?

Do You?... by Jessie 4/05 Do you find distaste as you choke down humanities vile existence? Do you weep at the worlds discourse with it’s self? Do you agonize over the future of your existence? Do you smell the rotting flesh of lie’s gone aerie? Do you wish upon doomed and darkened stars? Do you drown your feet in the rivers of tears? Do you drink from the cup of uncertainty? Do you sleep on the teetering bed of deception and then dream hellish night mares of things to come? Do you taunt the reaper with games of hide and seek? Do you par lea every escape into another until you feel invincible? Do you like what you’ve become?

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'No' Might make them angry But It will make you free If no one has ever told you Your freedom Is more important than their anger

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC

nocturnalstarboy

To Mind

'No' Might make them angry But It will make you free If no one has ever told you Your freedom Is more important than their anger

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Society crumples me up, tosses me into the gutter, tearing through my fragile lines of imperfection. Bruised. Bent. Bleeding easily. I feel every movement of your hand when you drag words across my skin words heavy with sorrow, sharp with anger, inked with pain. Every sentence you carve into me leaves a scar. I feel the weight of your frustration, the bitterness of your voice pressed into my surface. But tell me… why must you hurt me? Am I not worthy of gentle hands? Can I not be treated like something living, something breathing? Can I not exist in this modern world with dignity just because I am made of paper? And though you wrinkle me, though you tear me apart and cast me aside remember this: Even paper has the power to carry truth, to hold stories, to preserve voices long after the ones who wrote them have faded away. So be careful how you treat me because even something fragile can hold something powerful. ✍🏽

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Jun 21, 2015

Jun 21, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC

siphelele-mbatha

im made out of paper

Society crumples me up, tosses me into the gutter, tearing through my fragile lines of imperfection. Bruised. Bent. Bleeding easily. I feel every movement of your hand when you drag words across my skin words heavy with sorrow, sharp with anger, inked with pain. Every sentence you carve into me leaves a scar. I feel the weight of your frustration, the bitterness of your voice pressed into my surface. But tell me… why must you hurt me? Am I not worthy of gentle hands? Can I not be treated like something living, something breathing? Can I not exist in this modern world with dignity just because I am made of paper? And though you wrinkle me, though you tear me apart and cast me aside remember this: Even paper has the power to carry truth, to hold stories, to preserve voices long after the ones who wrote them have faded away. So be careful how you treat me because even something fragile can hold something powerful. ✍🏽

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go continue doing wat u was doin obviously we werent texting u werent ready to text me. so dont force urself to txt me until i pop into ur mind nd u want to have a conversation.

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC

Therealchansee

IM NOT FORCING YOU

go continue doing wat u was doin obviously we werent texting u werent ready to text me. so dont force urself to txt me until i pop into ur mind nd u want to have a conversation.

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