#kool - Hello Poetry

Loud world I find silence Love my own pain Don't want to forget yesterday Wash away the pain Bullet in my brain It won't take it away Sitting idle and awake I won't forget my mistakes

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC

Kypri

Ohhhh yeah

Loud world I find silence Love my own pain Don't want to forget yesterday Wash away the pain Bullet in my brain It won't take it away Sitting idle and awake I won't forget my mistakes

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an average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like aorta pumping blood at the nape of the neck, yet analogous context engendered engineering feats without guilt whereby artisans, craftsmen, early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape frozen timeless statuary exhibiting phenomenal abilities to the hilt associated from mainspring within fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape which longest river often overflows banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt feeding the rift valley and allowing, enabling and providing peoples to dominate flooding the history of mankind with accomplishments that marvel even today epitomized by innovations - alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create baffling historians how each mortise and tenon snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block construed edifices persons did intricately lay perfect with near geometric exactitude ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great faint hints of daily trials and tribulations recorded for posterity in clay or shards of broken pottery pieced together coupling revelations a mosaic plate which functional artifacts provided dietary staples to pagan spirits populace did pray.

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Adrift in daydreams upon the banks of the Nile

an average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like aorta pumping blood at the nape of the neck, yet analogous context engendered engineering feats without guilt whereby artisans, craftsmen, early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape frozen timeless statuary exhibiting phenomenal abilities to the hilt associated from mainspring within fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape which longest river often overflows banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt feeding the rift valley and allowing, enabling and providing peoples to dominate flooding the history of mankind with accomplishments that marvel even today epitomized by innovations - alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create baffling historians how each mortise and tenon snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block construed edifices persons did intricately lay perfect with near geometric exactitude ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great faint hints of daily trials and tribulations recorded for posterity in clay or shards of broken pottery pieced together coupling revelations a mosaic plate which functional artifacts provided dietary staples to pagan spirits populace did pray.

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We were the kool kids, messing up and coming down. We were the kool kids, always lost, don't want to be found. As the kool kids grew older, jokes became serious, problems defined, only by the choices of their lost, curious minds. Social anxiety/illnesses creep in strong. The death of my mother, really driving me wrong. MS suffering family members, really getting along. These kids are still lost, never to be remembered, and forgotten in song. These kids won't be found, as long as I'm breathing, alive and strong.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC

pokkuri

We were The Kool Kids

We were the kool kids, messing up and coming down. We were the kool kids, always lost, don't want to be found. As the kool kids grew older, jokes became serious, problems defined, only by the choices of their lost, curious minds. Social anxiety/illnesses creep in strong. The death of my mother, really driving me wrong. MS suffering family members, really getting along. These kids are still lost, never to be remembered, and forgotten in song. These kids won't be found, as long as I'm breathing, alive and strong.

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