#minding - Hello Poetry

By Arcassin Burnham People around you don't really have nothing to say, Ignore them greatly, if you choose to make it okay, Use to have states of the samething I held it for days, My mind was so crooked, but you just lead me to the safe....,....................................................... People around you don't really have nothing to say, Ignore them greatly, if you choose to make it okay, Use to have states of the samething I held it for days, My mind was so crooked, but you just lead me to the safe....,....................................................... People around you don't really have nothing to say, Ignore them greatly, if you choose to make it okay, Use to have states of the samething I held it for days, My mind was so crooked, but you just lead me to the safe....,.......................................................

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Mar 3, 2015

Mar 3, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"Have Nothing To Say"

By Arcassin Burnham People around you don't really have nothing to say, Ignore them greatly, if you choose to make it okay, Use to have states of the samething I held it for days, My mind was so crooked, but you just lead me to the safe....,....................................................... People around you don't really have nothing to say, Ignore them greatly, if you choose to make it okay, Use to have states of the samething I held it for days, My mind was so crooked, but you just lead me to the safe....,....................................................... People around you don't really have nothing to say, Ignore them greatly, if you choose to make it okay, Use to have states of the samething I held it for days, My mind was so crooked, but you just lead me to the safe....,.......................................................

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75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection morning mindfulness, surrounded by perfect, once again, may it be forever this-a-way I have no idea what I’ve done to be so blessed; and I repay with gratitude in this psalm hymnal, poor though it may be, it is genuine, poured from within the open confines of all I have learned, earned, & burned; 75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection, the color contrast is an overwhelming, an all encompassed scheme makes neighbors, even, total strangers greet each other like beloved brothers & sisters, this heaven is infecting, an infectious breeze of the stillness of early morn born and carried in our cell’s walls, strong are the nuclei, and this memory, this poem devotion, this ttributary of words flows with slowed ease, and the troubles are banished to the back of the pack, tho the line be long, the golden oldies music banishes them to a temporary oblivion and within a totality of solitude alone, momentarily, my heart, fulsome, yes trite but true, is crazy overflowing, I’m in danger of loving everyone, for to not, would be criminal if it were even a possibility if i could snap my genie fingers, beware, I’d summon y’all, a global contraction perfect, to convent/sit beside me, your presence welcomed with a hot beverage, a cooling drink, for every one always get what they w a n t ***and yea, yeah, yeah this is a forever & always, only a love poem…***

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Jul 26, 2024

Jul 26, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC

onlylovepoetry

Untilted 😉 but, 75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection

75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection morning mindfulness, surrounded by perfect, once again, may it be forever this-a-way I have no idea what I’ve done to be so blessed; and I repay with gratitude in this psalm hymnal, poor though it may be, it is genuine, poured from within the open confines of all I have learned, earned, & burned; 75°F & Alive & Minding the Perfection, the color contrast is an overwhelming, an all encompassed scheme makes neighbors, even, total strangers greet each other like beloved brothers & sisters, this heaven is infecting, an infectious breeze of the stillness of early morn born and carried in our cell’s walls, strong are the nuclei, and this memory, this poem devotion, this ttributary of words flows with slowed ease, and the troubles are banished to the back of the pack, tho the line be long, the golden oldies music banishes them to a temporary oblivion and within a totality of solitude alone, momentarily, my heart, fulsome, yes trite but true, is crazy overflowing, I’m in danger of loving everyone, for to not, would be criminal if it were even a possibility if i could snap my genie fingers, beware, I’d summon y’all, a global contraction perfect, to convent/sit beside me, your presence welcomed with a hot beverage, a cooling drink, for every one always get what they w a n t ***and yea, yeah, yeah this is a forever & always, only a love poem…***

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incredible literally virtually true if you can gnow rants from reason which, btw once renamed notre dame, to feed a blood-lusting mob, to keep it from coming to reason; if you can gnow all that good and evil can be, then way past kipling, or shakenspears du kennst find a satisfied credible literal peace during virtual musings keeping time with chaos in sweet suasion so sweet almost too sweet to be credible, but not. That's the key. Knowing true.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Incredence ignorance

incredible literally virtually true if you can gnow rants from reason which, btw once renamed notre dame, to feed a blood-lusting mob, to keep it from coming to reason; if you can gnow all that good and evil can be, then way past kipling, or shakenspears du kennst find a satisfied credible literal peace during virtual musings keeping time with chaos in sweet suasion so sweet almost too sweet to be credible, but not. That's the key. Knowing true.

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