#penitent - Hello Poetry

There won’t be more tears and wailing About that things which can’t be back. We’ve gone without fake feelings. What for? Just wipe with no regret A quarter of out life’s road Like the last out main word. We can shake up what have been or not. Why should we rip up for ought? You’re right there’s no need to be penitent If love is drunk out at all. We should close it, blink and move next. We have only one life after all! And there’s something big and visible, What lies ahead for you anyway. Just gain ground and don’t look behind, As if I've never been on your way. But I beg! I conjure! I pray you! Never look for me again. I’m gone, I’m dried, I’m disappered Like a burned out candle-end.

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Jun 10, 2025

Jun 10, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC

LoveMelody

A candle-end

There won’t be more tears and wailing About that things which can’t be back. We’ve gone without fake feelings. What for? Just wipe with no regret A quarter of out life’s road Like the last out main word. We can shake up what have been or not. Why should we rip up for ought? You’re right there’s no need to be penitent If love is drunk out at all. We should close it, blink and move next. We have only one life after all! And there’s something big and visible, What lies ahead for you anyway. Just gain ground and don’t look behind, As if I've never been on your way. But I beg! I conjure! I pray you! Never look for me again. I’m gone, I’m dried, I’m disappered Like a burned out candle-end.

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It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood. things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. It's the outwordly. It's the unreal.. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By the Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup. It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood the things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. Is the outwordly. Is the unreal.. Escapes. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else, excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup.

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Jul 10, 2023

Jul 10, 2023 at 5:43 PM UTC

SanusiAyebabra

Twisted...

It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood. things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. It's the outwordly. It's the unreal.. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By the Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup. It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood the things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. Is the outwordly. Is the unreal.. Escapes. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else, excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup.

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O! mighty elements of nature, each standing out,yet interwoven, in your orchestration, you include each human, give rise to a nebulous magic we know as mind, created for the universe,in a process,mysterious hoping each would strive for peace in cosmos. But the consciousness of nature, one could guess,now feels increasingly helpless, terrified too on what happens, reeling in pains of various kind,inflicted upon her. This as a result of the relentless attack on her by the unkind mankind,driven by avarice in a mad spree to reduce flora and fauna in to dust, that too at an earliest date possible! Forgive me now, I am a penitent, shocked by the vision of what awaits I plant saplings of trees, repenting with the promise that these tiny greens will grow to mighty trees once,compensate, contribute to the well being of all the worlds

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Oct 28, 2017

Oct 28, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC

k-balachandran

A penitent seeks forgiveness

O! mighty elements of nature, each standing out,yet interwoven, in your orchestration, you include each human, give rise to a nebulous magic we know as mind, created for the universe,in a process,mysterious hoping each would strive for peace in cosmos. But the consciousness of nature, one could guess,now feels increasingly helpless, terrified too on what happens, reeling in pains of various kind,inflicted upon her. This as a result of the relentless attack on her by the unkind mankind,driven by avarice in a mad spree to reduce flora and fauna in to dust, that too at an earliest date possible! Forgive me now, I am a penitent, shocked by the vision of what awaits I plant saplings of trees, repenting with the promise that these tiny greens will grow to mighty trees once,compensate, contribute to the well being of all the worlds

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We have defiled her She screams silently while we claim we have refined her She grew up inside roses, a single dress with footsteps of needle sets. Her thighs now smothered by ropes of skirts, each embedding it's mark, these are the scars she must bear. Her parents are skeletons, pendulous in coat hangers, dressed in old leathers with jaws fractured. have we refined her as we claim? Silently she screams We have defiled her!

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Jul 4, 2015

Jul 4, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC

jamie-king

Violated and Vilified

We have defiled her She screams silently while we claim we have refined her She grew up inside roses, a single dress with footsteps of needle sets. Her thighs now smothered by ropes of skirts, each embedding it's mark, these are the scars she must bear. Her parents are skeletons, pendulous in coat hangers, dressed in old leathers with jaws fractured. have we refined her as we claim? Silently she screams We have defiled her!

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