#reckon - Hello Poetry

I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC

deanna

Vents

I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.

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The lines you roared The people you urged The crimes you saw Crimson tridents on the road So close to unleash the beast Tempt me again, then regret Or put complete blame on me Ever felt wisdom with pride? Difference between me and you I reckon violence will boomerang Naturally or artificially, you don't Count the debts you'll face in hell

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC

maneomsy

Tempting Violence

The lines you roared The people you urged The crimes you saw Crimson tridents on the road So close to unleash the beast Tempt me again, then regret Or put complete blame on me Ever felt wisdom with pride? Difference between me and you I reckon violence will boomerang Naturally or artificially, you don't Count the debts you'll face in hell

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So where should I begin? From the beginning or the end? If I restart it again Arisen sorrows will descend Somewhere in the darkness Howled the beats with victory No one gave me no awarness O! I've been caught by misery Blow your sword on everysides Born Oh! with no sympathy I turned out to be neutralized I fumbled with much adversity I reckon I can restart my life So I kept my sword and took the knife

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Oct 4, 2016

Oct 4, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC

maneomsy

No Chances Left (Sonnet I)

So where should I begin? From the beginning or the end? If I restart it again Arisen sorrows will descend Somewhere in the darkness Howled the beats with victory No one gave me no awarness O! I've been caught by misery Blow your sword on everysides Born Oh! with no sympathy I turned out to be neutralized I fumbled with much adversity I reckon I can restart my life So I kept my sword and took the knife

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PROVOKING, EXCITING, AROUSING, ELATING, EXHILARATING, COMPOSING, INSPIRING, APPEASING, STIMULATING, EMBOLDENING, COMFORTING. - a list of things you are to me (a.k.a. why i want you)

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Feb 25, 2016

Feb 25, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC

adrija

home

PROVOKING, EXCITING, AROUSING, ELATING, EXHILARATING, COMPOSING, INSPIRING, APPEASING, STIMULATING, EMBOLDENING, COMFORTING. - a list of things you are to me (a.k.a. why i want you)

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