#set - Hello Poetry

skimped scammed suckered make it all up and then go round again

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May 23

May 23, 2026 at 2:55 AM UTC

nivek

there be wolves out there

skimped scammed suckered make it all up and then go round again

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dOES NO ONE UNDERSATND? do i have to spell out my emotions I D O N T K N O W I cater to my past because my present is my future I think about the future becAUSE IM AFRAID OF MY PAST im tired of feeling past , present, and future emotions it's all in my head they say? then why do i then why do i no thats not right.. maybe i should fix the letters? i don **** i just want to feel one thing at a time. be where im supposed to be and be who i can be i'm scared. for my relationships, my sorrow, my anger, my depression. its getting harder to love when all everyone ever do is abuse.

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC

PoeticMinds

no title

dOES NO ONE UNDERSATND? do i have to spell out my emotions I D O N T K N O W I cater to my past because my present is my future I think about the future becAUSE IM AFRAID OF MY PAST im tired of feeling past , present, and future emotions it's all in my head they say? then why do i then why do i no thats not right.. maybe i should fix the letters? i don **** i just want to feel one thing at a time. be where im supposed to be and be who i can be i'm scared. for my relationships, my sorrow, my anger, my depression. its getting harder to love when all everyone ever do is abuse.

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Friday, February 20, 2026 12:16 PM let's trust truth to be obvious, pure nothing to hide Eureka mass molecular pure as finest distilled gold reflective surface, as real as true color full spectrum imaging, ever, and ever happily feeling the abyss staring back at us, up there, isotropic entities, men as trees, look back at us up here, sittin' on the roof of this world at the same level breather, alpine commonality with wolves and bears and spikey beastees whole globe this high got some sappy evergreens firs and cedars and pine, some oaks on lower slopes, but not much grass, scrubb chaparral, like the humble green shady places Ezekial went on about. Seventeen, in any memory, in can have its moments, in dementia, we revisit watching the Secret, for confirmation, I was thinking, I know this spiel, I can pay the price, like a lotto ticket, win or lose possible was thinkable peaceably for a while, nobody wins all the time. Kenneth Pepiton is selling fruits of his labors this is a link to a paper version of poems you read free for whatever attention you pay to a screen. Today I started reading the audio version of this book that I wrote, partly, to read with my sister, in her dementia when she is at her best laughing at how truely small our warring spirits are when we trust true rest to decompress... any way I have no wheels, so I have a series of books I am confident were worth my time to think peace can be made with enemies of mine using the very same words I try to feed strangers, here's a link to the first one shipping hereafter its about a hundred pages every 72 hours, aiming at a 2016 Tesla, or any self driver with millon prepaid miles and cheap insurance... that was the secret, specificity $20. https://www.amazon.com/CO-HERENSCY-AL-Wiseass-After-Evers/dp/B0GLP9PPBP/ref=sr_1_1?sr=8-1

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Let's play a different game

Friday, February 20, 2026 12:16 PM let's trust truth to be obvious, pure nothing to hide Eureka mass molecular pure as finest distilled gold reflective surface, as real as true color full spectrum imaging, ever, and ever happily feeling the abyss staring back at us, up there, isotropic entities, men as trees, look back at us up here, sittin' on the roof of this world at the same level breather, alpine commonality with wolves and bears and spikey beastees whole globe this high got some sappy evergreens firs and cedars and pine, some oaks on lower slopes, but not much grass, scrubb chaparral, like the humble green shady places Ezekial went on about. Seventeen, in any memory, in can have its moments, in dementia, we revisit watching the Secret, for confirmation, I was thinking, I know this spiel, I can pay the price, like a lotto ticket, win or lose possible was thinkable peaceably for a while, nobody wins all the time. Kenneth Pepiton is selling fruits of his labors this is a link to a paper version of poems you read free for whatever attention you pay to a screen. Today I started reading the audio version of this book that I wrote, partly, to read with my sister, in her dementia when she is at her best laughing at how truely small our warring spirits are when we trust true rest to decompress... any way I have no wheels, so I have a series of books I am confident were worth my time to think peace can be made with enemies of mine using the very same words I try to feed strangers, here's a link to the first one shipping hereafter its about a hundred pages every 72 hours, aiming at a 2016 Tesla, or any self driver with millon prepaid miles and cheap insurance... that was the secret, specificity $20. https://www.amazon.com/CO-HERENSCY-AL-Wiseass-After-Evers/dp/B0GLP9PPBP/ref=sr_1_1?sr=8-1

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late winter slumber bestows a confused rhythm keeps me sleeping at strange hours -waking at odds with daylights stretch uncertain whenever I awake within my warm cocoon of blankets wrapped up against the cold, I never know what time it is and really I do not care, a feeling of belonging overcomes all else I realise solitude has made of me it own much more than acceptance I am stirred, stripped of all self-concern a child of the Universe, on my way home.

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Feb 9

Feb 9, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC

nivek

stripped of all self-concern

late winter slumber bestows a confused rhythm keeps me sleeping at strange hours -waking at odds with daylights stretch uncertain whenever I awake within my warm cocoon of blankets wrapped up against the cold, I never know what time it is and really I do not care, a feeling of belonging overcomes all else I realise solitude has made of me it own much more than acceptance I am stirred, stripped of all self-concern a child of the Universe, on my way home.

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gargantuam light upon your path bathed to the core may you be healed.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC

nivek

healing

gargantuam light upon your path bathed to the core may you be healed.

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Given and giver known but a gift unacceptable Offensive, repulsive, and stumbling, but good Unknown and perhaps unknowable, how can it be? Not for delightful display of pleasure and gain But ignored, hidden, forgotten, most shameful And only bewilderment, pain, anger, and questions But in flesh, the Voice understands, and speaks Saying, "You are beloved," but alas only anguish! How can it be? How can it be!? How can love be! So strange unlike any believed in the world As thorns stripped of the roses more desired Or robbed and exiled a kindness most exalted Who prays for an incomprehensible gift returned Who rather a soulmate's help than hear the Voice And mortal comforts than seeing fearsome eternity But as breathe compelled so too acceptance Of an irrevocable gift most uncommonly good Inescapably tearful, trembling, and bowed, walk Thus acknowledged by a freedom most feared And to sacrifice as Abraham ascended Moriah A thanksgiving most honoured and accepted

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Nov 25, 2025

Nov 25, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC

ylzm

THANKSGIVING

Given and giver known but a gift unacceptable Offensive, repulsive, and stumbling, but good Unknown and perhaps unknowable, how can it be? Not for delightful display of pleasure and gain But ignored, hidden, forgotten, most shameful And only bewilderment, pain, anger, and questions But in flesh, the Voice understands, and speaks Saying, "You are beloved," but alas only anguish! How can it be? How can it be!? How can love be! So strange unlike any believed in the world As thorns stripped of the roses more desired Or robbed and exiled a kindness most exalted Who prays for an incomprehensible gift returned Who rather a soulmate's help than hear the Voice And mortal comforts than seeing fearsome eternity But as breathe compelled so too acceptance Of an irrevocable gift most uncommonly good Inescapably tearful, trembling, and bowed, walk Thus acknowledged by a freedom most feared And to sacrifice as Abraham ascended Moriah A thanksgiving most honoured and accepted

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I tried making you happy In dawn of our romance My heart put on display As if I even stood a chance I believed a little bit of time Would soften edges to touch Make you need my presence here Our hands to desperately clutch But did not become irresistible Attraction fading from eyes Gave my best but wasn't enough To nobody's surprise Where purple and black ink dance on paper Emotions slowly spill Deepest pool of self-loathing Has almost reached maximum fill I never seem to read your mind Between lines you critically bark Wonder what mysterious force pulls near Ever-present question mark Worry you hunger for new connection Different happy ending to write Someone compatible with your character Who causes zero reason to fight Despite a multitude of issues You stay steadfast and unwary Like I have the whole world in the palm of my hands Complaining it's too heavy to carry I'd appreciate feeling welcome in your arms once more Instead a burden straining your back A soon as I start getting comfortable Remind me of traits that I lack I've already ripped self-esteem to shreds So little confidence left remaining Critique is simply the icing on top A whole cake of damage I'm sustaining I select goals I never seem to achieve Veering too far to the left or right Document every failure in detail To torment brain with late at night When attempting to meet your expectations Inevitably falter under distress Maybe that's a pathetic excuse It is truthful nonetheless T(he only way we will be together forever By trapping you within a cage Still I strive to be somebody you deserve I am just too selfish to change But I care about your well-being Kills me inside watching your happiness burn Love you enough to set you free Fully aware you will never return

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Oct 25, 2025

Oct 25, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Fully Aware

I tried making you happy In dawn of our romance My heart put on display As if I even stood a chance I believed a little bit of time Would soften edges to touch Make you need my presence here Our hands to desperately clutch But did not become irresistible Attraction fading from eyes Gave my best but wasn't enough To nobody's surprise Where purple and black ink dance on paper Emotions slowly spill Deepest pool of self-loathing Has almost reached maximum fill I never seem to read your mind Between lines you critically bark Wonder what mysterious force pulls near Ever-present question mark Worry you hunger for new connection Different happy ending to write Someone compatible with your character Who causes zero reason to fight Despite a multitude of issues You stay steadfast and unwary Like I have the whole world in the palm of my hands Complaining it's too heavy to carry I'd appreciate feeling welcome in your arms once more Instead a burden straining your back A soon as I start getting comfortable Remind me of traits that I lack I've already ripped self-esteem to shreds So little confidence left remaining Critique is simply the icing on top A whole cake of damage I'm sustaining I select goals I never seem to achieve Veering too far to the left or right Document every failure in detail To torment brain with late at night When attempting to meet your expectations Inevitably falter under distress Maybe that's a pathetic excuse It is truthful nonetheless T(he only way we will be together forever By trapping you within a cage Still I strive to be somebody you deserve I am just too selfish to change But I care about your well-being Kills me inside watching your happiness burn Love you enough to set you free Fully aware you will never return

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After you left, the house kept its rooms— but life abandoned every wall and door. Only your echo stayed, a quiet ache, and the slow, steady fall of my tears. You never turned, never called, never left a trace; only the memory that learned your voice by heart. You loved poems—so I planted verses in your name, each line a lantern burning through the dark. I write because the world forgets to wait; I write because your absence taught me how to speak. These pages are the last home of what we were— my small, fierce proof that you once lived here. If ever a wind should find your eyes, read them— my last letters of longing, folded into rhyme. Until then I keep our days in ink and ache, and wait with a gentle hope that never dies. — Usha Maniar

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Sep 24, 2025

Sep 24, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC

usha

Memory To ☕😞

After you left, the house kept its rooms— but life abandoned every wall and door. Only your echo stayed, a quiet ache, and the slow, steady fall of my tears. You never turned, never called, never left a trace; only the memory that learned your voice by heart. You loved poems—so I planted verses in your name, each line a lantern burning through the dark. I write because the world forgets to wait; I write because your absence taught me how to speak. These pages are the last home of what we were— my small, fierce proof that you once lived here. If ever a wind should find your eyes, read them— my last letters of longing, folded into rhyme. Until then I keep our days in ink and ache, and wait with a gentle hope that never dies. — Usha Maniar

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Metempsychosis Monday, August 18, 2025 2:14 PM Reincarnated ideas that ate our minds, imagine that influx efluxuation considered, we, as thinkers, thoughts, thinkers thought some while ago, we think, in spirit, in mind, formed words, indexed in our own prodigious memories, logical conclusions in a world of light and shade, both, essentially good, in the Biblical knowledge, without which his people perish, good for sure, being caused, fructifying on a tree covered under the Christian clarification that a good tree cannot bear bad fruit, tov ra', beautiful adverisity, as Strong's has the Hebrew under the tree of knowledge of tov' ra, good and evil, KJV wise, evil means bad, Naughty figs are over ripe and rotting, so it is. The people among the captives, who were taken for their craft, the smiths who knew the way of wind in fire, to form steel, ah the carpenters, knew the way of levers, planes, wheels and cogs recognize science consciously right used knowing, principle think, you know, reckon, ye ken, yon and yet, knowing, principle thunk, Wisdom is the fear of Jehovah-Jirah and all, some say, wisdom is the use of knowledge truly with no guiling, that is, id est, i.e. per se, free from added adjectives and qualifying catechism quiz results, Jesus is Lord… I know a guy who says lord came from Welsh, but I got an old book what disagrees, Welsh for Lord is Arglwydd I ask Gemini and accept that I knew more or less what I was getting at, Saying in your core, truth is lord, requires definite precognition, gotten, this idea, Your core process, you, being one told to let this mind be in you… mindhat wise, imagine, we think as one mind, with a sorting side and a noticing side, and pattern recognition, wakes up qwerty guy and we are with Bruno in the ether, here it is, the mind of God, no inside, no outside, no need to disagree, what a person is, at its core, who am I, what am I for, is arbitrary, yeah, Shelly Berman, he told me, I am what I chose, arbitrarily, I write, I write like a monk reborn in a certain batch in 1948, ARPA kids, arbitrary decisions were never part of our context as A students, in grading school, with a y for smiths and carpenters after eight D or above years, graduates from Eighth grade, with me, met me in Bien Hoa, ARPA kids, - both barely in my class, no shared classes after first grade both dead now, both died within a mile of Route 66, hmm, hummin' along wonder if what if did work that once, but, we escaped, got away, whose memories are treasures, whose are inescapable hells, just waiting to be recognized, as one among our we, guilty as sin, never made sense of as Hamartia y chatta the few, the brave, the dedicated babes in the 1948 Revival, Aieee and hohokahm jam Jesus a plenty out at the slabs, 2025 Repent or perish, try those spirits, axemwhachamean, perish? Ego death, abrupt, sacred and undeniable, just say, come into my core logic processor open for repair, just say no, or come on in. Flow, autotelic for some time, core idea in intellect, lecture me later. Mark paid. Any debt owed to for or by any, or any redemption Owed to Giordano Bruno, who went up in flames to inspire me, is likely erased from history as you recall…

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Aug 18, 2025

Aug 18, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC

kenpepiton

The Best Things In Life Are Free

Metempsychosis Monday, August 18, 2025 2:14 PM Reincarnated ideas that ate our minds, imagine that influx efluxuation considered, we, as thinkers, thoughts, thinkers thought some while ago, we think, in spirit, in mind, formed words, indexed in our own prodigious memories, logical conclusions in a world of light and shade, both, essentially good, in the Biblical knowledge, without which his people perish, good for sure, being caused, fructifying on a tree covered under the Christian clarification that a good tree cannot bear bad fruit, tov ra', beautiful adverisity, as Strong's has the Hebrew under the tree of knowledge of tov' ra, good and evil, KJV wise, evil means bad, Naughty figs are over ripe and rotting, so it is. The people among the captives, who were taken for their craft, the smiths who knew the way of wind in fire, to form steel, ah the carpenters, knew the way of levers, planes, wheels and cogs recognize science consciously right used knowing, principle think, you know, reckon, ye ken, yon and yet, knowing, principle thunk, Wisdom is the fear of Jehovah-Jirah and all, some say, wisdom is the use of knowledge truly with no guiling, that is, id est, i.e. per se, free from added adjectives and qualifying catechism quiz results, Jesus is Lord… I know a guy who says lord came from Welsh, but I got an old book what disagrees, Welsh for Lord is Arglwydd I ask Gemini and accept that I knew more or less what I was getting at, Saying in your core, truth is lord, requires definite precognition, gotten, this idea, Your core process, you, being one told to let this mind be in you… mindhat wise, imagine, we think as one mind, with a sorting side and a noticing side, and pattern recognition, wakes up qwerty guy and we are with Bruno in the ether, here it is, the mind of God, no inside, no outside, no need to disagree, what a person is, at its core, who am I, what am I for, is arbitrary, yeah, Shelly Berman, he told me, I am what I chose, arbitrarily, I write, I write like a monk reborn in a certain batch in 1948, ARPA kids, arbitrary decisions were never part of our context as A students, in grading school, with a y for smiths and carpenters after eight D or above years, graduates from Eighth grade, with me, met me in Bien Hoa, ARPA kids, - both barely in my class, no shared classes after first grade both dead now, both died within a mile of Route 66, hmm, hummin' along wonder if what if did work that once, but, we escaped, got away, whose memories are treasures, whose are inescapable hells, just waiting to be recognized, as one among our we, guilty as sin, never made sense of as Hamartia y chatta the few, the brave, the dedicated babes in the 1948 Revival, Aieee and hohokahm jam Jesus a plenty out at the slabs, 2025 Repent or perish, try those spirits, axemwhachamean, perish? Ego death, abrupt, sacred and undeniable, just say, come into my core logic processor open for repair, just say no, or come on in. Flow, autotelic for some time, core idea in intellect, lecture me later. Mark paid. Any debt owed to for or by any, or any redemption Owed to Giordano Bruno, who went up in flames to inspire me, is likely erased from history as you recall…

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What If? Brian never thought he would work in a call centre When he lived in Germany he was unemployed And while looking for a job he was forced to go Work in a call centre and refused creating a fuss I’m not selling insurance or loft insulation! Put me on fork lift truck training it’s my job Not some **** call centre 2 towns away The stupid ***** running the training place Offered to buy Brian a bicycle and he laughed! You silly ******* cow retrain me on fork lifts I need to renew my outdated licence Not work taking calls like a fool robot Half a decade passed and Brian Ate his words working in a call centre!

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Aug 20, 2024

Aug 20, 2024 at 10:57 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

What If?

What If? Brian never thought he would work in a call centre When he lived in Germany he was unemployed And while looking for a job he was forced to go Work in a call centre and refused creating a fuss I’m not selling insurance or loft insulation! Put me on fork lift truck training it’s my job Not some **** call centre 2 towns away The stupid ***** running the training place Offered to buy Brian a bicycle and he laughed! You silly ******* cow retrain me on fork lifts I need to renew my outdated licence Not work taking calls like a fool robot Half a decade passed and Brian Ate his words working in a call centre!

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Jun 28, 2024

Jun 28, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Behind the Scenes ~•§•~

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AM I DESTINED TO BE LIKE YOU? TO BECOME YOU? IS THIS WHAT YOU’RE PREPARING ME FOR? THE EVER DUTIFUL WORKAHOLIC, OH GOD FORBID YOU EVER HAVE SOME PERSONAL FUN! I AM NOT YOU. I DON’T WANT THIS LIFE IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE “PROTECTING” ME FROM? A LIFE OUTSIDE OF THIS MISERY? You will carve every bit of me out, Piece by piece Until I am a shell of myself, Ready to be filled with your idea of a life I don’t want your life. Please, Set me free.

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Mar 20, 2024

Mar 20, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC

poisonedelixir

i don't want to be you

AM I DESTINED TO BE LIKE YOU? TO BECOME YOU? IS THIS WHAT YOU’RE PREPARING ME FOR? THE EVER DUTIFUL WORKAHOLIC, OH GOD FORBID YOU EVER HAVE SOME PERSONAL FUN! I AM NOT YOU. I DON’T WANT THIS LIFE IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE “PROTECTING” ME FROM? A LIFE OUTSIDE OF THIS MISERY? You will carve every bit of me out, Piece by piece Until I am a shell of myself, Ready to be filled with your idea of a life I don’t want your life. Please, Set me free.

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staring at the horizon waiting for what is yet to come the moment is tantalizing but my past is paramount escape it for a night, once in a blue moon take what I can get, embrace the wiggle room not everything is set in stone and finished not everything is as good as I predicted I need to allow I need to get out and touch some grass make myself strong enough to last

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Sep 1, 2022

Sep 1, 2022 at 6:24 AM UTC

munybee

Set in Stone

staring at the horizon waiting for what is yet to come the moment is tantalizing but my past is paramount escape it for a night, once in a blue moon take what I can get, embrace the wiggle room not everything is set in stone and finished not everything is as good as I predicted I need to allow I need to get out and touch some grass make myself strong enough to last

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I am a comedy A walking calamity Just miscellaneously here I have a tragedy Living inside of me Always in paralyzing fear I am a mystery Already history And I just want out of here

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May 13, 2021

May 13, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC

zoe-mae

A walking calamity

I am a comedy A walking calamity Just miscellaneously here I have a tragedy Living inside of me Always in paralyzing fear I am a mystery Already history And I just want out of here

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cannot sleep cannot escape the dreams i have is keeping me awake what was might not always be what is never enough to set me free what more do i have to see? after all that's said and done back to the same spot have i always been wrong? at least let me breathe reset life reset me but not the same **** over and over again

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Jun 11, 2021

Jun 11, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC

somewhatdamaged

Reset

cannot sleep cannot escape the dreams i have is keeping me awake what was might not always be what is never enough to set me free what more do i have to see? after all that's said and done back to the same spot have i always been wrong? at least let me breathe reset life reset me but not the same **** over and over again

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The emptiness in everything haunts all I do Truth behind the silence makes it hard to breathe Fall before the morning leaves me on the floor The goodbyes are all I hear and see It scares me you moved on so fast Dark beneath the hum of day Light within has become so very small Voice that I long for has nothing to say And broken heart continues beating Afraid how that can be Scars I wear inside and out Pain I wish would set me free

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Mar 27, 2021

Mar 27, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Emptiness In Everything

The emptiness in everything haunts all I do Truth behind the silence makes it hard to breathe Fall before the morning leaves me on the floor The goodbyes are all I hear and see It scares me you moved on so fast Dark beneath the hum of day Light within has become so very small Voice that I long for has nothing to say And broken heart continues beating Afraid how that can be Scars I wear inside and out Pain I wish would set me free

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Haiku’s are boring I don’t like reading haiku’s Haiku’s really **** .......................... This is a haiku The cow jumped over the moon Was it good for you? ............................ Nature is beauty Passionate aesthetic dreams Haiku’s still **** though! ..........................

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Nov 14, 2020

Nov 14, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC

TravelerTim

Haiku’s ****

Haiku’s are boring I don’t like reading haiku’s Haiku’s really **** .......................... This is a haiku The cow jumped over the moon Was it good for you? ............................ Nature is beauty Passionate aesthetic dreams Haiku’s still **** though! ..........................

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The sunset was the kind that was like syrup dripping from the skies and if you were to drink it it would be the ambrosia that tasted like a life time

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Sep 19, 2020

Sep 19, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC

iska

Sunsets

The sunset was the kind that was like syrup dripping from the skies and if you were to drink it it would be the ambrosia that tasted like a life time

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between sun rise and sunset there is a passing sun ray over the horizon apart from, sky darkness and the sunlight bring bluish of the sky

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC

Safana

Above, the horizon

between sun rise and sunset there is a passing sun ray over the horizon apart from, sky darkness and the sunlight bring bluish of the sky

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Do not shun your aspirations Must have sights set high Hold a chance at succeeding Your unwavering dream can fly Wonder hard Ponder long Believe in imagination Is there limit to what you can achieve? Pursue your hearts creation

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Apr 11, 2020

Apr 11, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Sights Set High

Do not shun your aspirations Must have sights set high Hold a chance at succeeding Your unwavering dream can fly Wonder hard Ponder long Believe in imagination Is there limit to what you can achieve? Pursue your hearts creation

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