#primitive - Hello Poetry

I had a dream last night About suddenly waking up But the dark had engulfed the light Gone was the fight Both sides giving up On simple wrong and right I'm awaken to a primitive plight Ageing but not growing up Somewhere out in the multiverse I might Forget reaching the highest hight It's not looking up Not a single goal in sight The futures not too bright It's burning up While we argue who hit ignite It's too much to take onsite No throwing up Only ingest a small bite Maybe it will be alright ©2025

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Jan 18, 2025

Jan 18, 2025 at 6:50 PM UTC

bettsjc187

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I had a dream last night About suddenly waking up But the dark had engulfed the light Gone was the fight Both sides giving up On simple wrong and right I'm awaken to a primitive plight Ageing but not growing up Somewhere out in the multiverse I might Forget reaching the highest hight It's not looking up Not a single goal in sight The futures not too bright It's burning up While we argue who hit ignite It's too much to take onsite No throwing up Only ingest a small bite Maybe it will be alright ©2025

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My own Personal Playground of Persistent Pandemonium Pisssing People off Passionately, Playing more than just a Part in their Problem Picking Particular Pieces to Pack this Prolific Poem Pulling off a Perfectly Perceived Premise Until your Placement becomes your Permissive Prison Poetic justice, I've got a Poetic license, Permitting Primitive Primate like Procedures Possible only because Perplexed Principles Prematurely, albeit Permanently, Pick Pungent Practices Primarily Planning Precarious Peril, Priming Painful Predicaments Publishing Print on Paper Pent-up Paranoia Pushing Profane Prophecies Probably Protruding Past Popular Perception Preventing Pint sized Pea brains from Polluting People who Ponder their Planetary Purpose instead of Perfection Parallel Planes Pairing Probable Permissive Propaganda Providing Precision on Par with Polaroid Picture Panorama This Pricey Psyche showing Persistence Prevails But can't Press Pause So Please hear my Plea, Pretty Please, Permit me the Power to Permanently Purge the Piercing Pain To Ponder no longer the Placated Pointlessness of the Puzzle and Put away Pandora's box To Promptly Procure my Place beyond Purgatory As Promised ©2024

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Apr 4, 2024

Apr 4, 2024 at 2:20 PM UTC

bettsjc187

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My own Personal Playground of Persistent Pandemonium Pisssing People off Passionately, Playing more than just a Part in their Problem Picking Particular Pieces to Pack this Prolific Poem Pulling off a Perfectly Perceived Premise Until your Placement becomes your Permissive Prison Poetic justice, I've got a Poetic license, Permitting Primitive Primate like Procedures Possible only because Perplexed Principles Prematurely, albeit Permanently, Pick Pungent Practices Primarily Planning Precarious Peril, Priming Painful Predicaments Publishing Print on Paper Pent-up Paranoia Pushing Profane Prophecies Probably Protruding Past Popular Perception Preventing Pint sized Pea brains from Polluting People who Ponder their Planetary Purpose instead of Perfection Parallel Planes Pairing Probable Permissive Propaganda Providing Precision on Par with Polaroid Picture Panorama This Pricey Psyche showing Persistence Prevails But can't Press Pause So Please hear my Plea, Pretty Please, Permit me the Power to Permanently Purge the Piercing Pain To Ponder no longer the Placated Pointlessness of the Puzzle and Put away Pandora's box To Promptly Procure my Place beyond Purgatory As Promised ©2024

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I am music the cadence of soul beat box of rhythm lyrical poems I am music the inertia of dance primitive passion arising romance I am music of both hemispheres intuitive and sensing perception unaware emotion in motion routed in love I am below sent from above I am music I am love Please never give me up!

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Dec 12, 2020

Dec 12, 2020 at 5:09 AM UTC

TravelerTim

I AM MUSIC

I am music the cadence of soul beat box of rhythm lyrical poems I am music the inertia of dance primitive passion arising romance I am music of both hemispheres intuitive and sensing perception unaware emotion in motion routed in love I am below sent from above I am music I am love Please never give me up!

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Glass, plane, Dim lights? My timidity Crumbled into vinaigrette. Why money? Why the wall? Why circle The perimeter is not equal? Why teeth Fangs down? Why a cube The ninth wave hung?

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Mar 28, 2019

Mar 28, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC

ilyakri

Glass geometry

Glass, plane, Dim lights? My timidity Crumbled into vinaigrette. Why money? Why the wall? Why circle The perimeter is not equal? Why teeth Fangs down? Why a cube The ninth wave hung?

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I am stone I do not move I take my time I let him Come closer I have only a Single bullet I aim for his eye I hold my breath My finger presses On the trigger I do not tremble I have no fear

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC

a-m-ryder

No Fear

I am stone I do not move I take my time I let him Come closer I have only a Single bullet I aim for his eye I hold my breath My finger presses On the trigger I do not tremble I have no fear

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deep primitive human being running through forest growing in your amazement learning to distinguish cure from poison what happened down the way where did you lose your sense of magic when did it die

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Jun 7, 2016

Jun 7, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC

DimitriHillewaert

When Did It Die

deep primitive human being running through forest growing in your amazement learning to distinguish cure from poison what happened down the way where did you lose your sense of magic when did it die

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Me man, Me strong, Me work you all night long. Me no fear, Me not queer, Me is primal Me is.... Argh, no WIFI!!

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC

adam-miles-christopher-bell

Me man

Me man, Me strong, Me work you all night long. Me no fear, Me not queer, Me is primal Me is.... Argh, no WIFI!!

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You ever want to get primal? You ever want to get loose? Become cut throat and cut throats, go back to the time of sacrificing lambs and goats. That's the urge. That's the instinct. Savagery in a instant. Sharpen teeth and sharpen claws go back to four legged paws. We praise violence in the ring on media of trivial things but war , it's rejected, reflected as an act evil what minds they have so feeble, the thoughts of civilized people

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Jun 6, 2015

Jun 6, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC

nicholas-fogle

Primal

You ever want to get primal? You ever want to get loose? Become cut throat and cut throats, go back to the time of sacrificing lambs and goats. That's the urge. That's the instinct. Savagery in a instant. Sharpen teeth and sharpen claws go back to four legged paws. We praise violence in the ring on media of trivial things but war , it's rejected, reflected as an act evil what minds they have so feeble, the thoughts of civilized people

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The rush Coursing through precise veins Person turned personification Slave to your own chains The push Over the edge of our personal cage Don't look down on me Unable to change locked on stage Hormones, emotions Ecstatic pleasure, boiling rage My own whips My own pains Reflection of the ugly Pushed forth on the style I scratch into existence My poem, my self, both primitive Art and I kept at subsistent distance

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC

joseph-d

Primitive

The rush Coursing through precise veins Person turned personification Slave to your own chains The push Over the edge of our personal cage Don't look down on me Unable to change locked on stage Hormones, emotions Ecstatic pleasure, boiling rage My own whips My own pains Reflection of the ugly Pushed forth on the style I scratch into existence My poem, my self, both primitive Art and I kept at subsistent distance

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Mr.Strickland reminds me of you. If I were Blanche, I would do what she did too. Like a sophisticated beast Howling in the territory of yours So primitive and so civilized. In a cocoon weaved of solitude Poor Blanche throws herself in the abyss Swoon over your charm, But you are lured by the Moon.

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC

maggieYCW

Moon and Swoon

Mr.Strickland reminds me of you. If I were Blanche, I would do what she did too. Like a sophisticated beast Howling in the territory of yours So primitive and so civilized. In a cocoon weaved of solitude Poor Blanche throws herself in the abyss Swoon over your charm, But you are lured by the Moon.

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