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You must do it the right way YOUR way is the only write way They say nothing rhymes with orange Well I am here to encourage Yeah, go ahead and laugh at it You don’t even know the half of it Our poetry is for us, ourselves Whether you’re ninety nine, or twelve We commune within our souls Another etch upon our scrolls Our soul inverted, exposed Something only we compose Don’t ever be discouraged Your writing is encouraged!
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Critics (A “Rap Poem”)
During distressing times that plague my spirit, Christ my comfort always pays me a visit.
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Recovered Fragments: Debated Papyrus 58
When graphite meets the silky threads of paper Or when ink drips upon the golden sheet A beautiful artist is born. There are many kinds of artists in this world Although today I shall speak of only one.. A neglected kind that does not wish to Gain fame or to capture the spotlight But rather to share to listening ears. There be people Who see the world through the eyes of a painter But are capable of stealing the elegance Of a dancer, a fighter, royal blood, and much more And condensing what they feel and see Into a narcotic thread of words. There be people With broken and shining hearts alike That run on wheels of ideas and epiphanies And feed on overstuffed buffets of salty tears and sugary kindness. Idealists and realists, The poor and the rich, The hungry and the fed, The broken and the salvaged, The logical and the emotional, This beautiful art is not limited to anyone. It is the echoing voice of the heart It is the pleading cries of the soul And the smile of our childhood innocence. This art we call "poetry" It is the life itself whispering ideas into ears. And if that isn't beautiful.. I don't know what is.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
The Art Of Life
Stretching up tiny little fingers to the sky, Weeping out, forcing these unsaid words into the gut, Breaking all 206 fragments of me, Refusing to raise the white garment that declares, It’s not yet over, I will soar higher. Somewhere out of reach, Where the eye can never meet, But first, I’ll be sober, From all the despair, Take a sip of honesty, that’s all I need.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
A Shot of Reality
Utilize your mind For it is a sharp tool Do not waste your time Your mother did not raise a fool Learning is a lifelong experience Continue to open those books Fill your world with more wisdom So that way you would not hang on a hook
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
Utilize Your Mind
I once hated the dark, Because it was not my friend. We never spoke, and everywhere I went, the light followed me. Just my candlelit lantern and I. We were friends. One day, the light did not go on, nor could I find my matches or a spare. As I searched, I had also lost with it my favorite of rings. "I can help." The dark spoke. "No, thank you." I replied, hiding my fear with bitterness. "Please, you might hurt yourself." "I said no!" Going about angrily, I stumbled and cursed, turned this way and that, stumbled and hit myself into a plethora of things and ended up tripping down the stairs straight onto my bottom. -at the bottom of the dark and cold. I hated the dark you see, because it reminded me of the former things. The lost things. It reminded me of evil and sadness, of misfortune and all fears and scary things. It reminded me of my mother who passed and my father who is gravely ill, It reminded me of being lost without a hand, Of pain and loneliness. It reminded me of the nightmares I had and the face in whom caused them. I cried. I had never cried. But despite all my pride, I cried for the first time. Suddenly a voice came from the silence. "I never was one to cause such misery, I am the dark yes, but even in the dark can there be good things. Your mother, don't you remember the night sky you both enjoyed? The campfires and the late nights you spent with her talking and laughing? The fireflies and the warmth of the fireplace as you sat and even went to sleep looking up at your glow-in-the-dark stars? Then in the dark, you would sit and wait for the goodnight kiss and smile given to you and wake up the next, your father there and alive still. The dark reminding you that there is a new day of light and hope. The time where you realize that you made it passed that one night, and that you are stronger than before. You and your friends stay up late, doing this and that. Don't you remember them? Without me, you would have not remembered even the times you had when you weren't afraid, but brave. Come..." Wiping my eyes I got up and walked back up the steps, back to my room where the voice spoke again. "Look, underneath there." My bed stood desolate and cold. "But I don't like it under there." There was silence but I didn't want to hesitate no more in it. With a large sigh I knelt down and looked underneath. Piles of random things as well as dust, but there I had found them- a spare box of matches and my ring on top. "Thank you." "The next time you are afraid, remember who you are and all the smallest things. Without the bad, we cannot appreciate the good. Without the dark, we cannot appreciate the light." That night, I slept without my latern. I never hated or feared the dark again. That night, I slept soundly, The darkness a comfort.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
The Dark
I once hated the dark, Because it was not my friend. We never spoke, and everywhere I went, the light followed me. Just my candlelit lantern and I. We were friends. One day, the light did not go on, nor could I find my matches or a spare. As I searched, I had also lost with it my favorite of rings. "I can help." The dark spoke. "No, thank you." I replied, hiding my fear with bitterness. "Please, you might hurt yourself." "I said no!" Going about angrily, I stumbled and cursed, turned this way and that, stumbled and hit myself into a plethora of things and ended up tripping down the stairs straight onto my bottom. -at the bottom of the dark and cold. I hated the dark you see, because it reminded me of the former things. The lost things. It reminded me of evil and sadness, of misfortune and all fears and scary things. It reminded me of my mother who passed and my father who is gravely ill, It reminded me of being lost without a hand, Of pain and loneliness. It reminded me of the nightmares I had and the face in whom caused them. I cried. I had never cried. But despite all my pride, I cried for the first time. Suddenly a voice came from the silence. "I never was one to cause such misery, I am the dark yes, but even in the dark can there be good things. Your mother, don't you remember the night sky you both enjoyed? The campfires and the late nights you spent with her talking and laughing? The fireflies and the warmth of the fireplace as you sat and even went to sleep looking up at your glow-in-the-dark stars? Then in the dark, you would sit and wait for the goodnight kiss and smile given to you and wake up the next, your father there and alive still. The dark reminding you that there is a new day of light and hope. The time where you realize that you made it passed that one night, and that you are stronger than before. You and your friends stay up late, doing this and that. Don't you remember them? Without me, you would have not remembered even the times you had when you weren't afraid, but brave. Come..." Wiping my eyes I got up and walked back up the steps, back to my room where the voice spoke again. "Look, underneath there." My bed stood desolate and cold. "But I don't like it under there." There was silence but I didn't want to hesitate no more in it. With a large sigh I knelt down and looked underneath. Piles of random things as well as dust, but there I had found them- a spare box of matches and my ring on top. "Thank you." "The next time you are afraid, remember who you are and all the smallest things. Without the bad, we cannot appreciate the good. Without the dark, we cannot appreciate the light." That night, I slept without my latern. I never hated or feared the dark again. That night, I slept soundly, The darkness a comfort.
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The big dance with life Is the ultimate exam Do your best to prepare In order to get your share Always keep your head upward And take everything in stride Strive for success In order to relieve yourself from stress
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
The Big Dance With Life
Manage your time wisely Do not waste it away Always remain focused Let no one lead you astray Get your mind set on the big picture Be willing to accomplish more Make great usage of opportunity There is much more in store
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Manage Your Time Wisely
Always use your voice To uplift and inspire Continue to be courageous Teach the students to reach higher Be that motivating force Enlighten their world a great deal Boost their inner spirits With wisdom, knowledge and zeal
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Always Use Your Voice
With each day There are new lessons to learn The edification process is there It provides the knowledge for us to earn This my friends Is where our visions become sharper We take in the valuable information In order to get brighter
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
With Each Day
As you live your life A bump in the road may appear Rise above those treacherous terrains In order to make that path clear Situations never come easy You may have to go through a maze The light will overtake the dark road And you will have those sunny days
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
As You Live Your Life
On a daily basis, life is used for or by us as a whole life ***** mankindly, babe, toddler, child phases in common, sensing by mental osmosis and sensational memories of falling that wake us as we unwind to thread our common conscious here and now through developmental reflexifity now and then inside the carnal mind's proprioception circuitry, required conceptual safety straps to loosen, tools insuring instant missed step recovery, waken each case of dread, each trunk full of thunks, scrunches new mechanism of realization, aha, not falling, no fear flushing renal intervention clenching for fall, need frighten, yet, it was as if I was falling, really, as I woke, I woke from fearing falling… and lo' before me, already fully realized, was today… and, I was moved to encourage you to take it, the conceptional instance in time, this once. Earthian rights of usus fruct, believe me, no spirit represented as the way of life, defends pride in loyal ignorance, ever. And by the way, a survival event, vicarious… the way the vicars Have you never learned of the Vicar of Bray, his parishioners bent in his spiritual guidance, Wisdom from above is first pure peaceably easy… Magic, marks and barkers and shills In the land of the free and home of the brave the thrills the future holds, beholden be we, t'tell ye t'day, like any other having holds enough woe, to mistaken right making for purposeful stirrings, we need not trouble the waters, we need TOE wise prince pal conceptual capacity to float on patience, long time circus roustabouts, learn on some waters we cross, this wagon must float, suffering the current on our ambiguous TOE rope bear up under standing stones, am big is us, as we whose breeding brought out the best in men, awe, so sweet, these fully functional imaginable smiles, literally triggering hooks in curio aware musers, grinning, this is literally just the beginning, but, no lie, next is not yet written, we make it all up, on the fly. https://gemini.google.com/share/6bb0897f7ed8
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
Rationed Life Left-overs
On a daily basis, life is used for or by us as a whole life ***** mankindly, babe, toddler, child phases in common, sensing by mental osmosis and sensational memories of falling that wake us as we unwind to thread our common conscious here and now through developmental reflexifity now and then inside the carnal mind's proprioception circuitry, required conceptual safety straps to loosen, tools insuring instant missed step recovery, waken each case of dread, each trunk full of thunks, scrunches new mechanism of realization, aha, not falling, no fear flushing renal intervention clenching for fall, need frighten, yet, it was as if I was falling, really, as I woke, I woke from fearing falling… and lo' before me, already fully realized, was today… and, I was moved to encourage you to take it, the conceptional instance in time, this once. Earthian rights of usus fruct, believe me, no spirit represented as the way of life, defends pride in loyal ignorance, ever. And by the way, a survival event, vicarious… the way the vicars Have you never learned of the Vicar of Bray, his parishioners bent in his spiritual guidance, Wisdom from above is first pure peaceably easy… Magic, marks and barkers and shills In the land of the free and home of the brave the thrills the future holds, beholden be we, t'tell ye t'day, like any other having holds enough woe, to mistaken right making for purposeful stirrings, we need not trouble the waters, we need TOE wise prince pal conceptual capacity to float on patience, long time circus roustabouts, learn on some waters we cross, this wagon must float, suffering the current on our ambiguous TOE rope bear up under standing stones, am big is us, as we whose breeding brought out the best in men, awe, so sweet, these fully functional imaginable smiles, literally triggering hooks in curio aware musers, grinning, this is literally just the beginning, but, no lie, next is not yet written, we make it all up, on the fly. https://gemini.google.com/share/6bb0897f7ed8
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