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Run  with Bolt wearing  a  belt   Because while   running runners     do  not wear belt   on  waist for    the  slow   down  of blood  pressure.       Run  with   a  systematic  method to  reach  on  moon.   The   path  is  nano  path on  which   your   body would  be  a  particle.      Run  with non-systematic  way to  achieve  a Golden Globe           without  doing  a   single   short  movie
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
Run with
When people call me fun sized I don't know what to say. Like if I was another size the fun would go away? Some of my friends call me Nano, meaning very very small A name I got in middle school and actually don’t mind at all But this is because I own it and find it quite original Unlike the normal comments that really aren’t forgivable They say good things come in small packages but how can I know that’s true When the world is full of big macs, and supersized taboos Small things are always quiet, in corners or on display I don’t want that fate for me, I’d rather be in the way Making change is hard to do when adorable is your namesake I’m activating feminist mode and trying to make an earthquake No I don’t want to be your armrest, yes I’m tall enough for that ride I’ll kick your *** at limbo, just watch me and abide I used to wear high heels, to fit in with the crowd Until a friend my size told me to embrace it and be proud Now I wear flat shoes and am comfortable all the time So when I’m kicking *** I can pivot on a dime Sometimes my legs are tired from the height I’m trying to personify So if you ask if I want a piggy back…that’s actually one thing I won’t deny I like seeing it from your point of view even if it’s jaded I do wish you could see it from mine though and find why my ideals have faded “You’re cute when you're angry” they say, just like it's a compliment But how would you feel if your emotions were reduced to words that aren't dominant? When you grow up in a world where cute is your middle name You don’t trust the ones that call you beautiful but who really is to blame? Let alone if you ever hear **** being said in your direction Have you ever heard of a man getting a cute ******** I’m ready for a shift and I can feel it in my bones They’re aching to dance a new routine, with Beyonce in my headphones Maybe that means they’re catching up, it’s about time for my growth spurt After a life of half pint, shrimp and short stuff, watch as I convert 12/01/2016 Amanda Powell
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Fun Sized
When people call me fun sized I don't know what to say. Like if I was another size the fun would go away? Some of my friends call me Nano, meaning very very small A name I got in middle school and actually don’t mind at all But this is because I own it and find it quite original Unlike the normal comments that really aren’t forgivable They say good things come in small packages but how can I know that’s true When the world is full of big macs, and supersized taboos Small things are always quiet, in corners or on display I don’t want that fate for me, I’d rather be in the way Making change is hard to do when adorable is your namesake I’m activating feminist mode and trying to make an earthquake No I don’t want to be your armrest, yes I’m tall enough for that ride I’ll kick your *** at limbo, just watch me and abide I used to wear high heels, to fit in with the crowd Until a friend my size told me to embrace it and be proud Now I wear flat shoes and am comfortable all the time So when I’m kicking *** I can pivot on a dime Sometimes my legs are tired from the height I’m trying to personify So if you ask if I want a piggy back…that’s actually one thing I won’t deny I like seeing it from your point of view even if it’s jaded I do wish you could see it from mine though and find why my ideals have faded “You’re cute when you're angry” they say, just like it's a compliment But how would you feel if your emotions were reduced to words that aren't dominant? When you grow up in a world where cute is your middle name You don’t trust the ones that call you beautiful but who really is to blame? Let alone if you ever hear **** being said in your direction Have you ever heard of a man getting a cute ******** I’m ready for a shift and I can feel it in my bones They’re aching to dance a new routine, with Beyonce in my headphones Maybe that means they’re catching up, it’s about time for my growth spurt After a life of half pint, shrimp and short stuff, watch as I convert 12/01/2016 Amanda Powell
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the smell of this place will soon fade at the back of our minds each thought & memory will soon be broken into uncompleted lines one day we will find our feet back walking the ground where you first fell in love touching the halls that are now a different hue to see if they've forgotten you tales of fairy & lore will soon be covered with dust your firsts and lasts will soon all be eaten by rust the place of our childhood though many years have grown its ceilings may decay but it will always love to be your home the trees may bend and left forgotten hidden behind tall buildings & lampposts most of what you left behind will soon all be ghosts familiar faces with unfamiliar scents they wont expect you to stay same tight bonds will melt into loose ends and they will forget your name my name isn't carved into something historical all of this will be washed by the rain how bittersweet it is to travel down memory lane
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
memory lane
Well- bread horses and golden corn. Freshly rained upon, scissor cut green fields, Dew settling on stained pink roses. Ribbons entangled behind the blueberry bushes, Where boys and girls share their first kisses, Shaming Nano Nagle, her statue.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Alma Mater
*Your heart brought with Amnesia. To study it , I slid into your heart , making way through your tears it was dark. Placing a candle at the grave of your sorrows, I stitched up your battered ,bleeding heart. Tendering to the grave turned gardens, I smuggled sunlight to your dandelion soul. Drugging you 3 times daily with comfort, was what I prescribed. Nothing stays forever , so didn't your illness and you don't remember me any-longer. Happy laughter of love echoed , in the skies of your fist sized heart. Wished you a healthy heart ahead, only with the desire to treat it again .*
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Amnesia
**today words don't play the hearts game . feelings my ace to play blackjack.. they say words and words are all the same you gambled I'm dealing my broken heart playing a Switch you emptied my hand foolish ! merely did I trusting my cards that's how you won leaving the game bland you gambled making me your trump card . Ah! I remember you played** a Blackjack
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Blackjack
Youve been my most impossible possibility Jeopardy of my accused love You've been etched into my palm lines But lost on the crossroads of dilemma You've been whispering in steamed voices from my coffee Just to be an unknown visibility Love , Just be back before today settles As forever into my wrinkles Before I lay into satan's darkest cloak Be back love , before the stars tear away from the skies of my eyes. Just be back ..... 23/7/2014
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Be back love .. Before....
If someday the world is turned upside down ! Would you care To be my companion ? The sky will be an endless pool, We'll dive into the blue and drink of it. I'll plant a tree at its shore , A tree of our hopes, Watered with our deepest desires. I'll tie a swing of our dreams on its branches, And we'll soar higher into heavens. If someday the world is turned upside down , Would you care To be my companion ? We'll kiss the suns sprouting ray of crimson hue, And the moon would sing us Sweet lullabies by night Trust me ! We'll ride the winged breeze And write our adventures on earth's ***** If someday the world is turned upside down , Would you care To be my companion ?
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
If someday the world is turned upside down !
Always holding a pen even when I don't know what to write It's like a habit now I guess more of an addiction Some call me crazy while others admire and some ? ...never mind ! But yes maybe for a person who writes it's like A whiff of fresh air , Like the first snow of the season Like the chirping of the birds or maybe falling in love once again ! I write about pain , love , eyes and everything you want to imagine . Many a times me and my coffee are best company , We sometimes come up with the best lines . Ha! But I got adopted recently , mamma HP did . Few know me , few follow while I follow many every where We share , we like and best part ? Yeah right we inspire each other ...!! I'm kinda the new kid on the block .. ;) I guess I'll stick around a bit longer So to say it in 3w LOVE YOU HP!!
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
HP 3w to say !
They slumber in the deepest of the minds, they battle conquer lose even die as time unwinds our lives their playground , its always been. once they decided to hide and seek, madness was counting while wanting to break free, Lie hide like  it always  , behind  the  most beautiful tree. love with no place to hide but a rose bush, Everyone was caught except love hiding in ambush. Envy revealed  loves hideout  to madness with jealousy, madness jumped in and dragged love carelessly. Fate blinded love as it lost its eyes to the thorns, Now God  thundered a curse for madness to adorn. That madness to be around  love till end of time , this  pushes me to wonder maybe thats how loves called blind while madness always accompanies it !
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
The blinding
Let me whisper to you then My heart , I've missed you. As you've been away Trampled , soiled with pain. My nights cried away My Sun eclipsed with lonliness. Come back my beloved My heart doesn't follow me , But tis bleeding away only to be with you ...
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
my heart.
Oh you're beauty a raging flame, Set ablaze..... Sets me to sing the Malhar Rag to bring down the rains .
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Malhar..
As time cant be caged into an hour glass. Only if you could confine the Noor of the light itself into a jar would a poet ever stop writing ...
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
"Noor"
The hollow in your eyes, hazelnut radiance in the dark, burnt with wait for the glimpse of the starlight.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
EYES.
If i could in every life ( it is said there are 7 ), could touch your heart , my soul would connect with you somehow , even if only for a moment. In our unborn tomorrow's ... i would still love you .
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
"If i could "..