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#egos
they're spotless, no room for human flaws here. with faultless sense of selves and fragile attributes are silver stars, whose homes are cold glittered spotlights pressured, battered and bruised. look away dear, they're "fine" they're fine, scared and composed until the next plot twist rarely, ever so rarely - a perfect one slips a miscalculation on a regular day phenomena, wasn't supposed to be that way perfectionism drove them faultlessly insane when the known consistent road, shatters to eggshells "ever so rarely", they reason to the mirrors with guilt mixing in the blood of walking in fear inner madness unleashing, black swans reappearing the wrongs, how cruel that it doesn't let them go on "this is only once in a blue moon", they echo deep breathes, clutching close, the past's panic they can't let go
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Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
black swans
like a hot air balloon, powered by fire my life, is powered by my wire it gets too short and i go pop it gets too long and i just stop you wanna know about the scars on my shoulder they were caused by a compass yeah, the one you draw maths with i couldn't help it - i was crying too much it was the only way the pain would stop
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
scars on my shoulder
Lately, been on an ego trip just trying not to flip my **** or put my fists wherever they'll fit, meet your skin and feel it rip Been on a lifelong ego trip telling myself just to go with it, feeling lost and trying to sift through all the ******** leaving matches lit wherever I go, take a sip but swallow slow feeling like I'm about to blow, about to go off & I don't even know how to make reparations with all these half-strained relations, half-numb sensations eating away at my patience; hit the ground running; touchdown on pavement & you can ask me how my day went, maybe you really do care about global warming and solar flares, but it's been rough even trying to comb my hair hit me up like you've been there or follow up with one of your blank stares, but I'm good on that, I think I've had my share trying not to go off in parking lots and coining insults on-the-spot one-liner comebacks on-the-dot; Been on a trip with my ego just following wherever she goes but she can take me down some dark roads, I guess that's why I go with the flow so much but I'm tryna break out of that like trying not to swing when you're up to bat, swimming in **** like a sewage rat, Been riding my ego cause it gets me high head in the gutter, middle fingers to the sky leave my conscience on standby, shooting shots like a drive-by, ground zero and time to let these bullets fly just another petty cry for something we never knew was a lie turns out we've been milking our will to live dry; I think it's time to put our egos aside, I think I wanna get off this ride.
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Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
ego trip
Lately, been on an ego trip just trying not to flip my **** or put my fists wherever they'll fit, meet your skin and feel it rip Been on a lifelong ego trip telling myself just to go with it, feeling lost and trying to sift through all the ******** leaving matches lit wherever I go, take a sip but swallow slow feeling like I'm about to blow, about to go off & I don't even know how to make reparations with all these half-strained relations, half-numb sensations eating away at my patience; hit the ground running; touchdown on pavement & you can ask me how my day went, maybe you really do care about global warming and solar flares, but it's been rough even trying to comb my hair hit me up like you've been there or follow up with one of your blank stares, but I'm good on that, I think I've had my share trying not to go off in parking lots and coining insults on-the-spot one-liner comebacks on-the-dot; Been on a trip with my ego just following wherever she goes but she can take me down some dark roads, I guess that's why I go with the flow so much but I'm tryna break out of that like trying not to swing when you're up to bat, swimming in **** like a sewage rat, Been riding my ego cause it gets me high head in the gutter, middle fingers to the sky leave my conscience on standby, shooting shots like a drive-by, ground zero and time to let these bullets fly just another petty cry for something we never knew was a lie turns out we've been milking our will to live dry; I think it's time to put our egos aside, I think I wanna get off this ride.
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Woman have                   more ***** then men most of the time.        It's pity that men are bigger *******                       all the time...
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
Genital Metaphor
You’re either here or you're out Don’t go back in forth into my life You can’t care Here and there Just to ease your peace of mind
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Choosing me
I like your eyes They suit you well The slightest hint of green Camouflaged in a sort of blue Maybe grey Hard to be certain If I try, when I do That is exactly the time You decide to slide them away Never knowing mine Too often, too consistent Don't worry, I can read between lines Pretty, I know you are used to it Most that try are trying To think that I am guilty And my motives hide desires Then there is no need worrying I do not have designs or am I trying Simply appreciating the colors That compliment you friendly smile Not my type though pretty you may be Im a man of acquired tastes It suits me, the ones that get me the way they do, Is less assumingly Unlike you do. assuming eyes, Slide away always
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Sliding Eyes Always Away
Let go your ego's, even if it's tough Let's just say, that time was rough Don't break the trust again by playing bluff End this now, I guess it's enough It's time to clean up the mess How long will you take to confess I'll expect nothing more from you I know things won’t be same, as I expect to Still, try & let go your ego's, even if it's tough Let's just say, that time was rough
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Let Go
Corroded glares emaciate the surroundings, all that was is now woven in despair. The sadness enveloped in tired souls painting around this tide of decaying vision. But within this sulphuric black look, suffocating any emotion looking within. *"Beauty is a corruption,                           of our egos,*
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Sulphuric Glares
It's a New World Cars fly in the atmosphere Like kites being flown by carefree kids Homes crumble down to shreds Like mud castles being hit by the rain Life gets washed away into the seas Like soft sand grains from the sea shore Earnest elite men and women in white coats Will name as tornado, tsunami, earthquakes Scary names they are Imaging dragons and Dracula But it is a natural disaster It is the universe's fault That no man can be blamed for Some people live with their loses Find solace in the life they at least have left Though, sadly, most never do They wish they were never spared For they are nothing with the nothingness spared It's a new world Now welcome the insensible fault of nature Pssshhh! A silver vessel flies to the North Zssshhh! A furious retaliative one trajects Bzshhhh! They both hit on either sides And the rest becomes history Secure in their protected fortresses Safe in company of their families Content with their actions Two men from either sides Too full of their selfish and narcissistic egos And yet voted by the perishing masses into power They watch their doings From their fancy televisions Like it were an ugly action movie scene Or a space Sci-fi video game While everything burns down And life turns to death Toils taken to graves Children screaming Parents crying Dreams shattering Blood spilling Sirens wailing Doctors yelling Pulses feebling Breaths fading It is selfish world Where survival is only for the egocentric And the innocent civilians live every day In fear it were their last As the media discuss the looming of a war Now tyrants are bigger than their voters And men's suits are too expensive To sit down for negotiations Rulers' hands too sterile to shake in peace But their autocratic mouths so easy At declaring and perpetrating war Oh, how presidential! Mongi C. Nkabindze
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
It's a New World
It's a New World Cars fly in the atmosphere Like kites being flown by carefree kids Homes crumble down to shreds Like mud castles being hit by the rain Life gets washed away into the seas Like soft sand grains from the sea shore Earnest elite men and women in white coats Will name as tornado, tsunami, earthquakes Scary names they are Imaging dragons and Dracula But it is a natural disaster It is the universe's fault That no man can be blamed for Some people live with their loses Find solace in the life they at least have left Though, sadly, most never do They wish they were never spared For they are nothing with the nothingness spared It's a new world Now welcome the insensible fault of nature Pssshhh! A silver vessel flies to the North Zssshhh! A furious retaliative one trajects Bzshhhh! They both hit on either sides And the rest becomes history Secure in their protected fortresses Safe in company of their families Content with their actions Two men from either sides Too full of their selfish and narcissistic egos And yet voted by the perishing masses into power They watch their doings From their fancy televisions Like it were an ugly action movie scene Or a space Sci-fi video game While everything burns down And life turns to death Toils taken to graves Children screaming Parents crying Dreams shattering Blood spilling Sirens wailing Doctors yelling Pulses feebling Breaths fading It is selfish world Where survival is only for the egocentric And the innocent civilians live every day In fear it were their last As the media discuss the looming of a war Now tyrants are bigger than their voters And men's suits are too expensive To sit down for negotiations Rulers' hands too sterile to shake in peace But their autocratic mouths so easy At declaring and perpetrating war Oh, how presidential! Mongi C. Nkabindze
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A child's mind is an artist's easel, catchy scenes and characters make art gallery exhibits, connoisseurs and critics wonder. In time, colors fade. forms of drawing remain, child crosses the road with easel on breast, real and surreal co-exist. Parent, adult and child play in our psyche, when child loses heart in enjoyment parent frowns and the adult acts as conscience.. 9th March 2017
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
Realistic Impressions
When two cents become worth more than a dime, is it a crime to only shell out a nickel? We're still making some kind of profit.
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Inflation
I'm wondering What went wrong; HP's becoming An animal farm.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Animal Farm (10W)
A bird sings joyfully in the tranquillity of a moment as the sun rises without pretences or affectation over canned compliments anguish, alienation scrambled egos and lonely words.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
Manufactured People
Simple guide for you: Most popular on HP, Basically, they blow!
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Haiku ( blowhards )
Fraud identities— Hack poets praising themselves,   .  .  .  Wait for accolades.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
Haiku ( HP trolls )