#speach - Hello Poetry

Measure every word, Every use of punctuation, Every emoticon and emoji Down to the smallest gram Think twice. No-- Thirteen times, Before opening your mouth. And dont talk too much or you're self centred Check every message, comment. Nothing too harsh Nothing insensitive Nothing that might scare them away Or tarnish their view of you Write Delete And rewrite Then quickly send before you chicken out

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC

lostling_0

Watch your mouth

Measure every word, Every use of punctuation, Every emoticon and emoji Down to the smallest gram Think twice. No-- Thirteen times, Before opening your mouth. And dont talk too much or you're self centred Check every message, comment. Nothing too harsh Nothing insensitive Nothing that might scare them away Or tarnish their view of you Write Delete And rewrite Then quickly send before you chicken out

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My bad mouth Wash away my sins Wheres Noah? Spread the seize Wheres Moses? God built a book A book built a bullet A bullet named Zack I dont miss Ole miss The Bible belt Library Alexandria Eat then **** drink smoke an **** Vessel floating in a water rink One metal object All alloy Slice were gone Where do you go I seen ill draw it Fact I just did proof words power The clouds surrround an go down Simmering somewhere else Summers over But our homes still warm Cold heartedness To wholesome warmth an prayer Gods around... You must believe because this place doesnt show you what i have seen and ive seen impossible odds on the other side of existence unimaginable its scary to think u dont know or pray an believe when i know soon we all meet the same spot of death an rise up as one to break the gates an war on man make heaven on Earth

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Nov 24, 2023

Nov 24, 2023 at 10:06 PM UTC

ZACKAVELLI

"ALIENATED REALITY VIOLAITY" By: Z

My bad mouth Wash away my sins Wheres Noah? Spread the seize Wheres Moses? God built a book A book built a bullet A bullet named Zack I dont miss Ole miss The Bible belt Library Alexandria Eat then **** drink smoke an **** Vessel floating in a water rink One metal object All alloy Slice were gone Where do you go I seen ill draw it Fact I just did proof words power The clouds surrround an go down Simmering somewhere else Summers over But our homes still warm Cold heartedness To wholesome warmth an prayer Gods around... You must believe because this place doesnt show you what i have seen and ive seen impossible odds on the other side of existence unimaginable its scary to think u dont know or pray an believe when i know soon we all meet the same spot of death an rise up as one to break the gates an war on man make heaven on Earth

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I think I understand it now, life that is, How easy it is to lose the sense of control in all this. We're trapped like animals and on a conveyor belt, Awaiting judgement from a consuming generation, but hell, I'm guiltily part of that as well. I think I get how people get lost in the numbness of judgement and consumption, We're all consumers consuming humour and a humans convulsions. That repetitive nature of the newest generations has change the world, No longer do we fight the same fight and stand beside the typical Gerald. We look to be hurt by others and take a leap of ill-faith into broken people, Expecting them to catch us when they can't even find love to love themselves; never mind other people. We hurt ourselves to pause the conveyor belt, We harm ourselves to draw blood and feel pain and escape our modern hell. We snap like thin hard wax and damage our perfect bodies, When we're so powerful; we could revolt and fill the lobbies. We can make a change, stop the automatic production, But in a modern world, we're the creators of our own destruction.

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC

Irwxn

The Poetry in Modernity

I think I understand it now, life that is, How easy it is to lose the sense of control in all this. We're trapped like animals and on a conveyor belt, Awaiting judgement from a consuming generation, but hell, I'm guiltily part of that as well. I think I get how people get lost in the numbness of judgement and consumption, We're all consumers consuming humour and a humans convulsions. That repetitive nature of the newest generations has change the world, No longer do we fight the same fight and stand beside the typical Gerald. We look to be hurt by others and take a leap of ill-faith into broken people, Expecting them to catch us when they can't even find love to love themselves; never mind other people. We hurt ourselves to pause the conveyor belt, We harm ourselves to draw blood and feel pain and escape our modern hell. We snap like thin hard wax and damage our perfect bodies, When we're so powerful; we could revolt and fill the lobbies. We can make a change, stop the automatic production, But in a modern world, we're the creators of our own destruction.

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Silenced And reprimanded For every word I say. How many times was it today? I guess I won't Speak Again.

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC

lightseeker03

Untitled

Silenced And reprimanded For every word I say. How many times was it today? I guess I won't Speak Again.

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A small bit of contact held on too long Wince or write another angry song 'Cause after twice a lapse in trust you'd have all been turned to cruft After all, 'twas me did fall ................ Had you forgotten? ................. Or was it me, seemed skinned the knee? Now dead was the fly and buzz in the bee Sigh of air and glimpse of hair 'Twas dusk till moonlight brought me there Heavy rain, tainted blame Broken drain on the window pain That same rain, did keep me tame Keep me tame with ball and chain That small bit of contact Oh a challenge failed To be ignored or to be inhaled

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC

A-Cosmo

A Small Bit of Contact

A small bit of contact held on too long Wince or write another angry song 'Cause after twice a lapse in trust you'd have all been turned to cruft After all, 'twas me did fall ................ Had you forgotten? ................. Or was it me, seemed skinned the knee? Now dead was the fly and buzz in the bee Sigh of air and glimpse of hair 'Twas dusk till moonlight brought me there Heavy rain, tainted blame Broken drain on the window pain That same rain, did keep me tame Keep me tame with ball and chain That small bit of contact Oh a challenge failed To be ignored or to be inhaled

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