#questionmark - Hello Poetry

Well If it's not true It wouldn't have felt so hard And never thought ***** could be So cold If you haven't poured your heart Till it's dry You don't know what it's like Free fall from the height Balance shift Something isn't right like Silent calm before the storm And you know the rest History Thus far Still ***** asked again, "Should I believe in destiny?" Yes At the right time A right place No other choice What tomorrow brings

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Oct 11, 2020

Oct 11, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Question Mark

Well If it's not true It wouldn't have felt so hard And never thought ***** could be So cold If you haven't poured your heart Till it's dry You don't know what it's like Free fall from the height Balance shift Something isn't right like Silent calm before the storm And you know the rest History Thus far Still ***** asked again, "Should I believe in destiny?" Yes At the right time A right place No other choice What tomorrow brings

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Everything. Subjective. Perception. Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC

stesekes

ESP

Everything. Subjective. Perception. Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.

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I love how rain causes My toes to tingle in Shivering excitement as my Flip flops flip, squish, and Mush their way through the lot. I love how rain turns My windshield wipers into Little syncopated skids that Squeak like a dog’s new toy. I love how rain leaves A resonating glisten on the Fragile, damp grass, Causing me to slip as I Go on to class.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC

JessicaJarvisPoetry

Pondering on Puddles

I love how rain causes My toes to tingle in Shivering excitement as my Flip flops flip, squish, and Mush their way through the lot. I love how rain turns My windshield wipers into Little syncopated skids that Squeak like a dog’s new toy. I love how rain leaves A resonating glisten on the Fragile, damp grass, Causing me to slip as I Go on to class.

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The jitters building up A psychological blowup Welting in the pit of our stomach As we are wishing for luck Mentally preparing For what’s coming Keep on hoping To be the best as we are nearing Close to the very biggest Most important step to us Breathing for tranquility- in and out Losing ourselves, just about Deep breaths Sad attempts Calm the nerves Mind moving through curves Scattered pieces Mentality ceases Minutes turn to seconds Limits go beyond- The bar Reaching the stars

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Oct 31, 2017

Oct 31, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC

Hughie

Nerves

The jitters building up A psychological blowup Welting in the pit of our stomach As we are wishing for luck Mentally preparing For what’s coming Keep on hoping To be the best as we are nearing Close to the very biggest Most important step to us Breathing for tranquility- in and out Losing ourselves, just about Deep breaths Sad attempts Calm the nerves Mind moving through curves Scattered pieces Mentality ceases Minutes turn to seconds Limits go beyond- The bar Reaching the stars

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1 in the beginning was believe above the fate's monochromatic on a length of the piano's bar — : in which colors it will stop? 2 you were more fathom, about — a poetry-like score — a syllabic-like tone likewise — as I am-like me 3 there is a clink that you drag either from the flat or the sharp — that's half of my grasp transformed from the sounds 4 — an untraceable of whom — was sculpted — aligned on an epitaph — an untraceable of the sounds you disguised — with the words 5 how — the shift of chromatic scale sounds like a ***** of question mark — is it quite likely its arch was the origins of an earlobe-shape?

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Aug 9, 2017

Aug 9, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC

gilangperdana

The Myth of the Score

1 in the beginning was believe above the fate's monochromatic on a length of the piano's bar — : in which colors it will stop? 2 you were more fathom, about — a poetry-like score — a syllabic-like tone likewise — as I am-like me 3 there is a clink that you drag either from the flat or the sharp — that's half of my grasp transformed from the sounds 4 — an untraceable of whom — was sculpted — aligned on an epitaph — an untraceable of the sounds you disguised — with the words 5 how — the shift of chromatic scale sounds like a ***** of question mark — is it quite likely its arch was the origins of an earlobe-shape?

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Where did I go? Should I go with the flow? Did I lose myself? Is that me on the shelf? Can you lend me a hand? Or are you on your last stand? Does using your senses disappear? Or, maybe use your eyes or ears? Could it be my worst fear? Who have I become? What says my cerebrum? Can you answer that? Am I falling flat? What can we do? Feeling blue, are you, too? Is this as awkward for you as it is me? Don't you want to be free? Why so many questions? Why deny my affections? I mean, how many can there be? Don't you want to see? Don't you want to just go home? Or, do you wish to roam? Is there enough time before dark? Did you hear the dog bark? You hear it, too? Do you think it's just us few? Thank goodness, but what now? Do you smell something foul? Ugh, is that something sticky? Gross, better get out of here quickly!

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Feb 16, 2017

Feb 16, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC

cjcole

Questions.

Where did I go? Should I go with the flow? Did I lose myself? Is that me on the shelf? Can you lend me a hand? Or are you on your last stand? Does using your senses disappear? Or, maybe use your eyes or ears? Could it be my worst fear? Who have I become? What says my cerebrum? Can you answer that? Am I falling flat? What can we do? Feeling blue, are you, too? Is this as awkward for you as it is me? Don't you want to be free? Why so many questions? Why deny my affections? I mean, how many can there be? Don't you want to see? Don't you want to just go home? Or, do you wish to roam? Is there enough time before dark? Did you hear the dog bark? You hear it, too? Do you think it's just us few? Thank goodness, but what now? Do you smell something foul? Ugh, is that something sticky? Gross, better get out of here quickly!

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mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo. bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog. ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na maisulat sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa : bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa pagkaantala? kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat magkakabunga!

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Dec 12, 2015

Dec 12, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

salungguhit

mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo. bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog. ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na maisulat sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa : bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa pagkaantala? kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat magkakabunga!

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I just can't get the curl right on that question mark and my straight line is more of a straight curve But look at those words that are forming pictures in your beautiful mine that's my kind of drawing

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC

danny89

I don't draw, physically.

I just can't get the curl right on that question mark and my straight line is more of a straight curve But look at those words that are forming pictures in your beautiful mine that's my kind of drawing

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