#soundcloud - Hello Poetry

And though we've all commonly been caressed by oppressive distress, We're granted the opportunity To Repossess Our spirituality. These are the rules that reign our domain. i remember the day he asked me "Yo, Boogz, you wanna run a session", What the **** was he thinking? **** I'll run it on a neurotic progression Of this lyrical obsession, Forget your indiscretion, I'll leave your head knotting in impression Have you second-guessing the oppression of this "session", And embedded with my confessions, No order or succession, Personal expression is not my profession, but I think im getting clear to you If you want meaning out of this, Good luck I'm gonna need a C-section, See, its all words strung together only identifiable by the person who wrote 'em, Any questions? Good, cuz i have one for you. Have you ever seen a person with a soul glimmering gold Who strolled down the wrong road? A person who stowed such a load of mold That he couldn't unfold, And the end result was to implode? Well I've met a lot of them. Including me. In fact this room is full of them. But we're not outcasts unless we place that label on our skin, There's too many good intentions fighting to win, But its almost like we have this evil twin, This Mr. Hyde that hides within, It's actually a good thing the shell is thin, And since we all share this downfall, It doesn't matter what shade our skin is... we're kin. Our tears run from eyes in the same que. We've all been beat down, Felt defeated, Needed To cry But we all grow bolder, Become generals, And in order to be a general - first you gotta be a soldier. I commend all men who ascend to the end, Whose worlds of pretend Transcended through the bends, Twists, and all kinds of mends, to meet. The ones who make are examples, That we don't have to die. The journey of a million tears, Starts with that first lump in your throat. It's only a speed bump. You can get over it. Your addiction.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC

BoogzThePoet

Addiction

And though we've all commonly been caressed by oppressive distress, We're granted the opportunity To Repossess Our spirituality. These are the rules that reign our domain. i remember the day he asked me "Yo, Boogz, you wanna run a session", What the **** was he thinking? **** I'll run it on a neurotic progression Of this lyrical obsession, Forget your indiscretion, I'll leave your head knotting in impression Have you second-guessing the oppression of this "session", And embedded with my confessions, No order or succession, Personal expression is not my profession, but I think im getting clear to you If you want meaning out of this, Good luck I'm gonna need a C-section, See, its all words strung together only identifiable by the person who wrote 'em, Any questions? Good, cuz i have one for you. Have you ever seen a person with a soul glimmering gold Who strolled down the wrong road? A person who stowed such a load of mold That he couldn't unfold, And the end result was to implode? Well I've met a lot of them. Including me. In fact this room is full of them. But we're not outcasts unless we place that label on our skin, There's too many good intentions fighting to win, But its almost like we have this evil twin, This Mr. Hyde that hides within, It's actually a good thing the shell is thin, And since we all share this downfall, It doesn't matter what shade our skin is... we're kin. Our tears run from eyes in the same que. We've all been beat down, Felt defeated, Needed To cry But we all grow bolder, Become generals, And in order to be a general - first you gotta be a soldier. I commend all men who ascend to the end, Whose worlds of pretend Transcended through the bends, Twists, and all kinds of mends, to meet. The ones who make are examples, That we don't have to die. The journey of a million tears, Starts with that first lump in your throat. It's only a speed bump. You can get over it. Your addiction.

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Slow is her progress and high is her climb, It's measured in arcs that trace my night sky. I spoke and she answered, but only in rhyme, Across space and time, the poetess and I. In my dream we met, and she told me she'd written, Something dear to her kind heart- a poetic creation. For Sara herself, I was utterly smitten, And I urged her to share it, with awkward elation. I rambled then, foolish, and shy to be near, Since her words had already reached me before. In a future that’s past yet, paradoxically, here, And knowing, not knowing, just what was in store. “There's a poem that you wrote...”, I had started to say, “In the Bradbury story, I think that's the one”, “There's an automated house that's going through it's day...”, “It recites your piece aloud...? but the people have all gone...?” “ ‘There will come soft rains’,dear friend”, her reply, And her smile said, “thank you. I'm glad you recall”, “But this one is shorter”, and her voice was a sigh, “It’s a different theme, but encompasses all”. Then, as you'd expect, in the midst of a dreaming, She opened her notebook and the next thing I knew, Four lines of writing appeared, only seeming, To arrange themselves magical, universal and true. —————————————————— "Moon's Ending" by Sara Teasdale *Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying.* —————————————————— Every step of our lives, we are walking the line, Fail or succeed, illuminated in the trying, The moon is just as bright when she's on the decline, Our light, consolation to the living or dying. Thank you, poets. You gave everything that you could, When you’d make something holy from the simplest spark. Thank you, friend, for understanding. I had hoped that you would. Thank you, Sara, for writing the light and the dark.

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC

wesparham

Sara's Moon

Slow is her progress and high is her climb, It's measured in arcs that trace my night sky. I spoke and she answered, but only in rhyme, Across space and time, the poetess and I. In my dream we met, and she told me she'd written, Something dear to her kind heart- a poetic creation. For Sara herself, I was utterly smitten, And I urged her to share it, with awkward elation. I rambled then, foolish, and shy to be near, Since her words had already reached me before. In a future that’s past yet, paradoxically, here, And knowing, not knowing, just what was in store. “There's a poem that you wrote...”, I had started to say, “In the Bradbury story, I think that's the one”, “There's an automated house that's going through it's day...”, “It recites your piece aloud...? but the people have all gone...?” “ ‘There will come soft rains’,dear friend”, her reply, And her smile said, “thank you. I'm glad you recall”, “But this one is shorter”, and her voice was a sigh, “It’s a different theme, but encompasses all”. Then, as you'd expect, in the midst of a dreaming, She opened her notebook and the next thing I knew, Four lines of writing appeared, only seeming, To arrange themselves magical, universal and true. —————————————————— "Moon's Ending" by Sara Teasdale *Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying.* —————————————————— Every step of our lives, we are walking the line, Fail or succeed, illuminated in the trying, The moon is just as bright when she's on the decline, Our light, consolation to the living or dying. Thank you, poets. You gave everything that you could, When you’d make something holy from the simplest spark. Thank you, friend, for understanding. I had hoped that you would. Thank you, Sara, for writing the light and the dark.

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The road winds and winds until we lost our way back, back to where we were. As the clock ticks away the image of you fades away. You might be unforgettable but I’m afraid my days are reducing you to a decimal. The road winds and winds and I’m standing here on your spot, the spot where I picked you from the sea of climbers. You were grooving to your playlist like I was; a rare sight. The memory of you hanging on to those rocks, not giving up like a stubborn chipmunk. I knew I had to talk to you. “Do you want chocolate milk? It makes you stronger.” And just like that 2 walls built with earphones collided; a rare sight. The road winds and winds but I keep looking back, back at that night when sand in hour glass stood still, back at that night when the crowd was just the 2 of us just chill, back at the time before I said what I shouldn’t have said and it went downhill. That was me trying too hard, that was me being a ****** I put us six feet under, and now i will forever be in wonder. I could have said ANYTHING, ANYTHING instead but my ego denied your breakfast in my bed. The road winds and winds and all that I’m left with are the memories of your charm and your calm and the way I made you disarm. You laughing at my cheesy rhyme, it was as if a ray of sunburst gleamed on my crystalized heart melting the cold away, but most of all I remember the way you challenged me in the game of silly witty jest. No one has ever kept up but you, you kept up; a rare sight. The road winds and winds leaving me behind phantomly blind, phantom… because we were never anything. I want to say please don’t go, oh please don’t go but we both know… that’s not how it’s gonna go. It’s easy to say “That wasn’t me! I’m not actually like that.” But that was me I did that and I hated me So now i gotta own it Now i gotta live with it What I did haunted me in the night woke me up in cold sweat and your fainting silhouette stuck on my damped chest I took a misstep and made a mistake And now i feel nothing but ache The road winds and winds and I don’t know the way back.

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC

samuel_h

The road winds and winds

The road winds and winds until we lost our way back, back to where we were. As the clock ticks away the image of you fades away. You might be unforgettable but I’m afraid my days are reducing you to a decimal. The road winds and winds and I’m standing here on your spot, the spot where I picked you from the sea of climbers. You were grooving to your playlist like I was; a rare sight. The memory of you hanging on to those rocks, not giving up like a stubborn chipmunk. I knew I had to talk to you. “Do you want chocolate milk? It makes you stronger.” And just like that 2 walls built with earphones collided; a rare sight. The road winds and winds but I keep looking back, back at that night when sand in hour glass stood still, back at that night when the crowd was just the 2 of us just chill, back at the time before I said what I shouldn’t have said and it went downhill. That was me trying too hard, that was me being a ****** I put us six feet under, and now i will forever be in wonder. I could have said ANYTHING, ANYTHING instead but my ego denied your breakfast in my bed. The road winds and winds and all that I’m left with are the memories of your charm and your calm and the way I made you disarm. You laughing at my cheesy rhyme, it was as if a ray of sunburst gleamed on my crystalized heart melting the cold away, but most of all I remember the way you challenged me in the game of silly witty jest. No one has ever kept up but you, you kept up; a rare sight. The road winds and winds leaving me behind phantomly blind, phantom… because we were never anything. I want to say please don’t go, oh please don’t go but we both know… that’s not how it’s gonna go. It’s easy to say “That wasn’t me! I’m not actually like that.” But that was me I did that and I hated me So now i gotta own it Now i gotta live with it What I did haunted me in the night woke me up in cold sweat and your fainting silhouette stuck on my damped chest I took a misstep and made a mistake And now i feel nothing but ache The road winds and winds and I don’t know the way back.

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O' K AVI MY CONFESSIONS ( LYRICAL) LINK in BIO I wish I was more than what I turned out to be, I wish I was who they always wanted me to be another lie in this sea of corpses hanging on to each other, without any dreams or sight, I wish I was as dark as night, so they could see the flaws in every light, I wish there was no need to pretend that I am no one yet, but they know not to forget, what they once wanted me to be, I wish I was free in this world locked in chains and scars, I wish I wasn't a machine and had a heart, that everything was more beautiful than how they claim, these empty words that fall down on my conscience like winters rain, forming icicles that dangle over my head waiting for me to speak, I wish I was weak, so I could give in to their desire and leave, tear a hole in my head and bleed away every thought they want to ****** I wish I was young again, so, I could be afraid of the things beneath my bed, instead of the voices inside my head, I wish I was dead, so they could stop counting my every breath, I am not, what I have always pretended to be, I am too cold, and they are too old, to see, beyond the rainbow where colours still dance in peace, I wish I could leave, I wish I could breathe, in this hollow they call my home, I'm so alone, wandering inside my head all alone, I wish I could mourn but I won't, it is I who chose not to wage war on the strangers, that have made me a prisoner within my own skin, I wish I wasn't always burning, for I cannot feel the pain no more.

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Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC

aviisevil

MY CONFESSIONS

O' K AVI MY CONFESSIONS ( LYRICAL) LINK in BIO I wish I was more than what I turned out to be, I wish I was who they always wanted me to be another lie in this sea of corpses hanging on to each other, without any dreams or sight, I wish I was as dark as night, so they could see the flaws in every light, I wish there was no need to pretend that I am no one yet, but they know not to forget, what they once wanted me to be, I wish I was free in this world locked in chains and scars, I wish I wasn't a machine and had a heart, that everything was more beautiful than how they claim, these empty words that fall down on my conscience like winters rain, forming icicles that dangle over my head waiting for me to speak, I wish I was weak, so I could give in to their desire and leave, tear a hole in my head and bleed away every thought they want to ****** I wish I was young again, so, I could be afraid of the things beneath my bed, instead of the voices inside my head, I wish I was dead, so they could stop counting my every breath, I am not, what I have always pretended to be, I am too cold, and they are too old, to see, beyond the rainbow where colours still dance in peace, I wish I could leave, I wish I could breathe, in this hollow they call my home, I'm so alone, wandering inside my head all alone, I wish I could mourn but I won't, it is I who chose not to wage war on the strangers, that have made me a prisoner within my own skin, I wish I wasn't always burning, for I cannot feel the pain no more.

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Father do you see your children? They are searching for promised Eden leaders where are our answers? We lie sleeping in the illusion of justice We wake and search for our liberties but our youth is poisoned with ill ideas The mother cries that she cannot feed her daughter The provider worries about health as clone animals are slaughtered We worry about dehydration as chemicals leave our waters doctored Drugs and guns create a society that is insecure and faltered Young brothers who have received little education and truth are martyred Institutions limit us to transparent information about how it all started The Weeping Eye reveals the hurt and all that leaves us ill The Weeping Eye divulges elements that disturb our free will The Weeping Eye unmasks the men in suits who freedoms steal The Weeping Eye opens the mind to the wars that leave us imprisoned The Weeping Eye shakes us as our innocence dies How this eye frustrates ambition as you find it hard to fly hard to fly in a world that leaves you mostly to cry Cry for you have no one by your side to help the pain subside which side to reside as the colours of flags leave us blind Nowhere to hide as our homes are surveilled and we're made to bow or they'll have us tied tied and locked in that place which is of darkness inside The Weeping Eye will change your mind When we're left to pick cults and sides When the big picture is not seen of divide Divide and keep the hate alive These tears should uplift your consciousness these tears drop to ground and form into a mark of sound a sound which is a voice the voice that compels you to make a choice to be the rhythm of the Light and not of the Darkness noise The Weeping Eye is a window and a reveltion of you and I. That soul is eternal and freedom bound.

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC

moment-momeant

Weeping eyes

Father do you see your children? They are searching for promised Eden leaders where are our answers? We lie sleeping in the illusion of justice We wake and search for our liberties but our youth is poisoned with ill ideas The mother cries that she cannot feed her daughter The provider worries about health as clone animals are slaughtered We worry about dehydration as chemicals leave our waters doctored Drugs and guns create a society that is insecure and faltered Young brothers who have received little education and truth are martyred Institutions limit us to transparent information about how it all started The Weeping Eye reveals the hurt and all that leaves us ill The Weeping Eye divulges elements that disturb our free will The Weeping Eye unmasks the men in suits who freedoms steal The Weeping Eye opens the mind to the wars that leave us imprisoned The Weeping Eye shakes us as our innocence dies How this eye frustrates ambition as you find it hard to fly hard to fly in a world that leaves you mostly to cry Cry for you have no one by your side to help the pain subside which side to reside as the colours of flags leave us blind Nowhere to hide as our homes are surveilled and we're made to bow or they'll have us tied tied and locked in that place which is of darkness inside The Weeping Eye will change your mind When we're left to pick cults and sides When the big picture is not seen of divide Divide and keep the hate alive These tears should uplift your consciousness these tears drop to ground and form into a mark of sound a sound which is a voice the voice that compels you to make a choice to be the rhythm of the Light and not of the Darkness noise The Weeping Eye is a window and a reveltion of you and I. That soul is eternal and freedom bound.

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Sun, heat and sweat and what remains but the bone the indecipherable whisper on our ear the bitter aftertaste of a potent drink you show me your tattoos, i show you mine you show me your scars, i show you my poems you show me your breast, i show you my sun, heat and sweat the ghost of a body that has not yet died pill after pill till the stomach is pumped till the brain swims in endorphins, nirvana, heaven till the night screams to be heard and the moans fade till the bone-sun rises and clobbers our throbbing skulls no more for once i want to sleep by 10:00 pm sharp for once i want to know what the birds sing what maria callas means by "vissi d'arte" for once i yearn to be silenced by another's dream dissolve in the radiance of a pure syllable vanish beyond the confines of light

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC

alessander

X-love with a shotgun

Sun, heat and sweat and what remains but the bone the indecipherable whisper on our ear the bitter aftertaste of a potent drink you show me your tattoos, i show you mine you show me your scars, i show you my poems you show me your breast, i show you my sun, heat and sweat the ghost of a body that has not yet died pill after pill till the stomach is pumped till the brain swims in endorphins, nirvana, heaven till the night screams to be heard and the moans fade till the bone-sun rises and clobbers our throbbing skulls no more for once i want to sleep by 10:00 pm sharp for once i want to know what the birds sing what maria callas means by "vissi d'arte" for once i yearn to be silenced by another's dream dissolve in the radiance of a pure syllable vanish beyond the confines of light

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One of my spoken words. You can listen to it here; https://soundcloud.com/elithelostboy/rope I don’t know if I’ll be alive much longer. I spent every day trying to get stronger and stronger. But I still feel the same. Like God is just playing some sick and twisted game. I don’t remember the last time I felt alive, it’s just constant hours of feeling dead inside. And it’s all your fault. It’s all your fault that my life is coming to a speedy halt. I opened up for the first time in years. You broke down my walls and helped me conquer my fears. You said you’d always be there, that we were going to be the perfect pair. But you lied, and now everything is crumbling down like a landslide. Where are you? While I’m here in the dark, with blood dripping down my wrists, a razor in my tightly grasped fists. Where are you? I need you. I love you. Or maybe I hate you, and my emotions are clouding my judgment. If I survive you can bet your *** that when someone new comes and takes your place, I will be reluctant. Reluctant to let my walls fall down. Because when the last person said she’d be around she killed herself. And now she’s just a memory on a shelf, like you’re going to be. Forever haunting my dreams, breaking me down at the seams. You’re just like everyone else. You’re not different. You’re ******* ignorant. You’re a liar, and a heartbreaker. And now there’s a rope around my neck, and I’m writing you one last letter before I jump off this deck. Before I go see God, I need you to know that you were single most significant person in my world for a while. You were my second chance at love. But when push came to shove, you left too. Sure you’re alive, and she’s not. But I’d rather you be dead than alive. So instead of being distracted by the guys who treat you like **** so instead of having to live in the same planet as the person who ripped out my core, you’d be dead. Just like her. You’d become a faded memory of something that once was. So instead of you dying, I’ll take the bullet. Because I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t be near you. Where I can’t love you.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC

KeemoWolf

Rope

One of my spoken words. You can listen to it here; https://soundcloud.com/elithelostboy/rope I don’t know if I’ll be alive much longer. I spent every day trying to get stronger and stronger. But I still feel the same. Like God is just playing some sick and twisted game. I don’t remember the last time I felt alive, it’s just constant hours of feeling dead inside. And it’s all your fault. It’s all your fault that my life is coming to a speedy halt. I opened up for the first time in years. You broke down my walls and helped me conquer my fears. You said you’d always be there, that we were going to be the perfect pair. But you lied, and now everything is crumbling down like a landslide. Where are you? While I’m here in the dark, with blood dripping down my wrists, a razor in my tightly grasped fists. Where are you? I need you. I love you. Or maybe I hate you, and my emotions are clouding my judgment. If I survive you can bet your *** that when someone new comes and takes your place, I will be reluctant. Reluctant to let my walls fall down. Because when the last person said she’d be around she killed herself. And now she’s just a memory on a shelf, like you’re going to be. Forever haunting my dreams, breaking me down at the seams. You’re just like everyone else. You’re not different. You’re ******* ignorant. You’re a liar, and a heartbreaker. And now there’s a rope around my neck, and I’m writing you one last letter before I jump off this deck. Before I go see God, I need you to know that you were single most significant person in my world for a while. You were my second chance at love. But when push came to shove, you left too. Sure you’re alive, and she’s not. But I’d rather you be dead than alive. So instead of being distracted by the guys who treat you like **** so instead of having to live in the same planet as the person who ripped out my core, you’d be dead. Just like her. You’d become a faded memory of something that once was. So instead of you dying, I’ll take the bullet. Because I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t be near you. Where I can’t love you.

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Hey guys, I used Soundcloud to speak this last poem, please check it out: https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/mythweaving-our-way-to-happiness/

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC

wuji-shiu

Mythweaving (Spoken-Word)

Hey guys, I used Soundcloud to speak this last poem, please check it out: https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/mythweaving-our-way-to-happiness/

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The riddle of me Is bullets of art Shooting ink stains In your heart So you'll always love me And my mentality Is a mental breakdown Of three things Words, beats and rhymes Ahead of my time Thinking of blasting stars Around your head Knocked down Out for the count Going old school Wylie getting chased around On the road running Laps at the speed of sound Dropping TNT Boom Anvils like beats Flattening you out Gettin dizzy quickly Spinnin and spinnin Thinking freely It's my territory Down a black hole Following the white Rabid junk dealing Cat selling smiles Getting mad feeling The wheels are turnin Inside out A needle sewn Through the vane Injection infection Man in the mirror It's a sight to see Through the glass Pictures like a memory Before my rhymes crash And you see the other side of me Revealing my destiny Going insane I'm the only one to blame The ink stains They're smothering me Slithering inside me Covering my body The only thing to see Is my heart exposed But you all love me With these rhymes And flows A new era Another time A blast from the past But I'm heading to the future 89 miles an hour And I'll return Brake checkin With tire tracks that burn With doc in an urn To lure you in Back to where it all begins Tattoos of a heart Deep within my skin To replace the oxygen Breathing nitrogen Ink stained again Graffiti trigger Spraying art Deadly sins Bullets tearin you apart But these are my words And they come from the heart

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC

the-girl-who-loved-you

Ink Stains

The riddle of me Is bullets of art Shooting ink stains In your heart So you'll always love me And my mentality Is a mental breakdown Of three things Words, beats and rhymes Ahead of my time Thinking of blasting stars Around your head Knocked down Out for the count Going old school Wylie getting chased around On the road running Laps at the speed of sound Dropping TNT Boom Anvils like beats Flattening you out Gettin dizzy quickly Spinnin and spinnin Thinking freely It's my territory Down a black hole Following the white Rabid junk dealing Cat selling smiles Getting mad feeling The wheels are turnin Inside out A needle sewn Through the vane Injection infection Man in the mirror It's a sight to see Through the glass Pictures like a memory Before my rhymes crash And you see the other side of me Revealing my destiny Going insane I'm the only one to blame The ink stains They're smothering me Slithering inside me Covering my body The only thing to see Is my heart exposed But you all love me With these rhymes And flows A new era Another time A blast from the past But I'm heading to the future 89 miles an hour And I'll return Brake checkin With tire tracks that burn With doc in an urn To lure you in Back to where it all begins Tattoos of a heart Deep within my skin To replace the oxygen Breathing nitrogen Ink stained again Graffiti trigger Spraying art Deadly sins Bullets tearin you apart But these are my words And they come from the heart

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Miss sits in silence and understands, Nothing breaks the spell. Missing nothing, understanding, As far as I can tell. Miss spoke and said, the word was "sure", An understanding guess, Missing understanding pure, The answer could be "yes". Miss came and understood for sure, But wouldn't stay for long. Thought was insufficient lure, When I think my guess was wrong.

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC

wesparham

when Miss Understood

Miss sits in silence and understands, Nothing breaks the spell. Missing nothing, understanding, As far as I can tell. Miss spoke and said, the word was "sure", An understanding guess, Missing understanding pure, The answer could be "yes". Miss came and understood for sure, But wouldn't stay for long. Thought was insufficient lure, When I think my guess was wrong.

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