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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
(Translate3)
If you are asked Why do you like flower? Tell them You asked the wrong question Tell them Purity Peace and Love Or stay Silent If you wish to
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC
Fragrance
I stand here naked in the crowd A spotlight hits me where I'm proud. I'll flash the skin of my bones I will cry to you! Hear my moans! I will come clean in the open field Remove my mask and lower my shield Oh please, shoot me in my roots. Bleed me! Throw me off my boots. I am but only a human being. For it's not just the lies I'm not seeing. Refuse to be more than I'm capable of. There is no such thing as peace, fly off, dove! I have lied, I have deceived. I have hated and I have grieved. But I am only mortal. Imperfect human and fertil. A beast of the many. Proud of inventing the penny. I stand here telling the truth! The elder, the grown and the youth! We are but a brink of humanity! Already through our sanity! Hit me with your words which shall not be spoken... I hope, I dearly hope, I'm not alone who feels awoken. Here the world will grand a token. For my fellow who are broken, Accept we are but only human, Yet human we shall be...
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 4:23 AM UTC
The Truth
the truth is i'm terrified. absolutely petrified. people think i'm ******* depression personified. the truth is i'm just as hurt as you, if not more. you shouldn't have lured me here. i'm sad and don't know what to do. the truth is, all i want is you to hug me and whisper in my ear "it's all going to be okay." and for it to be true someday.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
the truth.
I didn't leave you for him I wish you wouldn't listen to them I left you for me I just wish you could see I wasn't happy Afraid to be lonely Yes you treated me perfectly But it just wasn't meant to be This thing between you and me It wasn't meant to be More than just a friend to me I like our friendship But I can't stand being tied hip to hip I'm not an alcoholic I take sip by sip And it hurts to see You drinking more after me It's temporary happiness But that life isn't full of bliss Keep going like this And the good moments you're gonna miss
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC
My side
maybe it's just you afterall, you need to realize that you have no place to speak when you are just as bad.
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
she was an open book,
I wish I could give you medicine to cure the feeling you get when you don't feel so pure I wish I could wave my wand and make it stop or ease the real pain with a coughdrop I wish I could say, it will be okay. But the truth is, we won't know what life gives. I can't say if you will win the lottery one day I can't tell you if  your friends will come through... But what I can promise, what I musn't forget to say, is that everything is temporary, the bad won't stay. J.M
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
Everything is temporary
I changed the colour of my hair from brunette to blonde not for me but for you maybe then you might respond I got rid of my natural nails and replaced them with longer more colourful gel ones with lots of details. not for me but for you I stopped wearing sweats or comfortable pants and shirts, I now wore dresses and short skirts not for me but for you I  tossed my sneakers and flats, started wearing high heels which are all lined at my doormats not for me but for you I spoke softer, more high pitched just like every woman "should" you make it a part of womanhood. not for me but for you. Is there anything you would like me to change? Is there anything more you want me to rearrange? Of course it's not gonna be for me, it would be for you. Afterall, it's a game you play, it's the thing you do. Not for me but for you.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
Not for me but for you
What is 1 to 1.5 currency to relativity urgency brings negativity It's not about new tools it withers your tools bring productivity The way you slap that old guitar, the way you drive that beat up car How fast does it run? How long does it last? How fast does it charge? New can only take you so far Let that distance your reach be derived from a skill, not from how rich or famous your are. I often walk, even though I own a car...I prefer feeling the wind, the open-air, it makes me feel like I'm apart of something The emotions I feel are driven from an organic substance, the dirt that I see the wind that I feel..these constant conflicts between what is man-made and what was here. The stare of a deer, the tree was its friend, it's now been destroyed to make a path of cement. That path of cement created a state of solidarity, urban prosperity, violence numbified by media regularities. Civilizations become the norm, even though we all barely speak to each other physically Digital formats become our literal floor mats, every result you leave results in a digital footprint, cataloged for the marketing lab rats Too complex to understand like a physical labyrinth, Let me elaborate So let me ask you ?! What is 1 to 1.5 Can you live without your social media vices, multimedia devices, tell me the definition of what "like" is Currency, urgency, thumbs up if you feel like every part of your life is an emergency, if so then share it, so the world can see Then watch your conversations about fashion turn into a targeted ad about a jacket that is burgundy Invasion of privacy? Not if your privacy is for the world to see. Coincidently that jacket is on sale, so if you buy it this theory will not fail, and if you don't the media will still prevail, it's presence is an entire quarter, meaning it's heads or tails. That's urgency hiding behind a veil.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Urgency - Social Media Vices
What is 1 to 1.5 currency to relativity urgency brings negativity It's not about new tools it withers your tools bring productivity The way you slap that old guitar, the way you drive that beat up car How fast does it run? How long does it last? How fast does it charge? New can only take you so far Let that distance your reach be derived from a skill, not from how rich or famous your are. I often walk, even though I own a car...I prefer feeling the wind, the open-air, it makes me feel like I'm apart of something The emotions I feel are driven from an organic substance, the dirt that I see the wind that I feel..these constant conflicts between what is man-made and what was here. The stare of a deer, the tree was its friend, it's now been destroyed to make a path of cement. That path of cement created a state of solidarity, urban prosperity, violence numbified by media regularities. Civilizations become the norm, even though we all barely speak to each other physically Digital formats become our literal floor mats, every result you leave results in a digital footprint, cataloged for the marketing lab rats Too complex to understand like a physical labyrinth, Let me elaborate So let me ask you ?! What is 1 to 1.5 Can you live without your social media vices, multimedia devices, tell me the definition of what "like" is Currency, urgency, thumbs up if you feel like every part of your life is an emergency, if so then share it, so the world can see Then watch your conversations about fashion turn into a targeted ad about a jacket that is burgundy Invasion of privacy? Not if your privacy is for the world to see. Coincidently that jacket is on sale, so if you buy it this theory will not fail, and if you don't the media will still prevail, it's presence is an entire quarter, meaning it's heads or tails. That's urgency hiding behind a veil.
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The light cut the dark like a steel bladed razor Straight through the vain, straight to the heart of it The truth has such a savory flavor Once what was hidden in the depth of the pit Is dragged into the light Although it can be painful and tough like denim Like a snake bite It might still hurt,but it will lose it's venom So let us air out our closets Finally give them skeletons a proper burial You know where to make your deposit Let us all acknowledge our pain, and give it the proper memorial For the truth is crimson red And it bleeds us out in the dark of night No need to carry it to our deathbed Just put it in the light
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
The Truth
That poem you wrote about me, is my favorite of your works. How could it not be? That's the most wonderful thing anyone's ever done for me. To care enough to be inspired, by me. To care at all. But when you asked me, I lied && said I liked another one better. I didn't want you to think I was being arrogant.       I care what you think. When you told me that your favorite movie trilogy was The Lord of the Rings, I told you that I'd never seen any of the films. What you don't know, is that later that day I went out && rented all three films. I stayed up that entire night watching them straight through. I thought it would help me to understand you better. I thought it would make me feel closer to you. I'm not sure if it did that, but I enjoyed the films nonetheless. I've always had a problem conveying my emotions to people. I convey all sorts of emotions, just never the right ones at the right times. Somehow it always felt like I'd be too vulnerable, showing people how I really feel. For as long as I can remember, I've always acted the exact opposite of how I really felt. It felt safer. I guess I always thought that if I showed another emotion, other than how I really felt, when I was ostracized, criticized, put down, for such displays of emotion, I wouldn't be affected by it. After all, that wasn't the real me anyway. Boy, was I wrong. I now have enemies who love me, because I've only ever shown them kindness, so they wouldn't know how I really felt about them. I then have people that I would go to the ends of the earth for, that believe I hold a strong disdain for them. I'm not quite sure how to fix this conundrum I'm in, but you really make me want to figure it out. You once said that in your lifetime you wanted to witness unrequited love..
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
The Truth
That poem you wrote about me, is my favorite of your works. How could it not be? That's the most wonderful thing anyone's ever done for me. To care enough to be inspired, by me. To care at all. But when you asked me, I lied && said I liked another one better. I didn't want you to think I was being arrogant.       I care what you think. When you told me that your favorite movie trilogy was The Lord of the Rings, I told you that I'd never seen any of the films. What you don't know, is that later that day I went out && rented all three films. I stayed up that entire night watching them straight through. I thought it would help me to understand you better. I thought it would make me feel closer to you. I'm not sure if it did that, but I enjoyed the films nonetheless. I've always had a problem conveying my emotions to people. I convey all sorts of emotions, just never the right ones at the right times. Somehow it always felt like I'd be too vulnerable, showing people how I really feel. For as long as I can remember, I've always acted the exact opposite of how I really felt. It felt safer. I guess I always thought that if I showed another emotion, other than how I really felt, when I was ostracized, criticized, put down, for such displays of emotion, I wouldn't be affected by it. After all, that wasn't the real me anyway. Boy, was I wrong. I now have enemies who love me, because I've only ever shown them kindness, so they wouldn't know how I really felt about them. I then have people that I would go to the ends of the earth for, that believe I hold a strong disdain for them. I'm not quite sure how to fix this conundrum I'm in, but you really make me want to figure it out. You once said that in your lifetime you wanted to witness unrequited love..
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Rosey Rosey where are you? Have they taken you away too? Or did I just scare you away Was it to much for just for you to stay? I thought we were good, we were cute. At least that is what others said It was a dream that I would pursue It was a love I'd would have bled This is just for you, would you even care? You threw it away, like I had spares. Rosey Rosey what did I do? I do what I thought was true Was I wrong? Did I make you mad? Did you know, you were the best I ever had. Was I a bother? Just another problem? What of that first date, that we had in autumn? Do you remember? Did it mean nothing? when you said you loved me, I guess you were bluffing. Rosey Rosey are you there? Or is this just a waste of air. I held you close, I combed your hair. Those endless nights that we just stared. All those memories laid to waste. Had me on a wild goose chase Now I know, you were bad for me. Thanks to you for setting me free.
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
Rosey Rosey are you there?
If you were lonely, or sad inside Right next to you is where I'd be till the day I die. I'd walk the 286 miles, from Bakersfield to Vegas They would all laugh, but I would be shameless. You are a great friend, one that cannot be replaced My time with you, would not be put to waste. Staying up all through the night sitting in the dark without a light Writing this poem, just for you Hoping you will love this too Those weeks we spent in a hellish place I'd exchange for just a simple taste To hold you close, never let go To be the string, that holds your bow To fight for you, hold your sword and shield With only my heart in my hands to wield I will try my best, to not let you get hurt I'd pick you up, and dust off the dirt For if you fall, it will be into my hands I'd carry you across the sands So Rosey Rosey come out to play I won't be the one who betrays. You know a secert of me noone else knows One that I do not let show But I am glad that you now know I feel like I don't need to hide Everything I am inside Rosey Rosey Come out to Play By your side is where I stay waiting for you outside your home Never leaving you alone So Rosey Rosey, come to me I want to give you a key One that leads into my heart One that can't be broken apart. My shoulder is yours for your tears Protecting you from all your fears I will not allow you to fall back down To the hole that is in the ground. I will lend my helping hand Pick you up to help you stand Hoping that I can make you glad So please cheer up, don't be sad I promise that your smile will be real Always stating how we feel. So Rosey Rosey, open up I will never let you up I will give you all my time So you know that you are mine.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Rosey Rosey
If you were lonely, or sad inside Right next to you is where I'd be till the day I die. I'd walk the 286 miles, from Bakersfield to Vegas They would all laugh, but I would be shameless. You are a great friend, one that cannot be replaced My time with you, would not be put to waste. Staying up all through the night sitting in the dark without a light Writing this poem, just for you Hoping you will love this too Those weeks we spent in a hellish place I'd exchange for just a simple taste To hold you close, never let go To be the string, that holds your bow To fight for you, hold your sword and shield With only my heart in my hands to wield I will try my best, to not let you get hurt I'd pick you up, and dust off the dirt For if you fall, it will be into my hands I'd carry you across the sands So Rosey Rosey come out to play I won't be the one who betrays. You know a secert of me noone else knows One that I do not let show But I am glad that you now know I feel like I don't need to hide Everything I am inside Rosey Rosey Come out to Play By your side is where I stay waiting for you outside your home Never leaving you alone So Rosey Rosey, come to me I want to give you a key One that leads into my heart One that can't be broken apart. My shoulder is yours for your tears Protecting you from all your fears I will not allow you to fall back down To the hole that is in the ground. I will lend my helping hand Pick you up to help you stand Hoping that I can make you glad So please cheer up, don't be sad I promise that your smile will be real Always stating how we feel. So Rosey Rosey, open up I will never let you up I will give you all my time So you know that you are mine.
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So, I need some clarity, for I am confused Are we worthless, worn out tools? Used to their expense because we let them? As if were the final sip to the bottle of gin A stomach full of drugs, getting doped again Unable to even realize where are my friends? The ones who promised to be there till the end The ones who said, "I got your back" Surprisingly, they are leading the attack Gave out my heart just to ripped from my hands And teared and stolen away, lost across the sands People saying, "Oh it gets better" or "Keep your head high" Not knowing all the times I barely survive So what am I? Am I just there, standing in front of you? Trying to tell you all these things, dropping all these clues. Unable to tell who is who I'm starting to feel used..... So who am I? Am I just the friend you call when you need something? Hooked like a puppet attached to all these strings? Put below you as if I was a peasant, and you were king? All these feelings, you put behind your books I always wondered why we couldn't work So Why didn't it? Simple because, you tried to force me to become something I didn't As if being myself, was against the law, forbidden When I gasped for air, trying to breath Words held between my teeth So Was it ok? Of course in your eyes it was right Everything is wrong, even what I write So I need some clarity.... What are we?
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
So
The taste of cherry, that laid on her lips The smile of happiness when she grinned The way she danced, the sway of the hips Just a thought lost in the wind The rise of sun, the cast of dawn The fall of the moon, the glisten in the stars Beauty that seems to only be drawn A glimpse as if smoke from a cigar Faded into a book of time For where it stops just for a moment Hovering over, waiting to be climbed Till the day she's finally chosen The glimmer that sets, upon her hair Hoping to catch that single glare A woman that holds all to fair If only she know how much I care
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Does she know?
So many times I thought I answered But only to see the stakes have changed Every time I look up at him He shoots me down to the abyss below Where I have to crawl just to reach my goal To find out how I can be whole Dark and damp its cold inside The monster that decides to hide I fight to find, inside who I am A Sheppard looking for his lost lambs As if the tattoo jumped of my skin Searching for my long lost twin The image of me has faded away Darkness unable to be kept at bay Surging through me like a beam of black My life hung up upon the plaque The tears want to drop, I just want to cry Why can't I find myself, WHO am I?
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Who am I?
My head, it hurts, pieces of glass inside. The glass stained with pictures, the pictures full of purpose. As i smoked the cigarette yesterday I asked myself, an endless abyss of 'what if's' and 'have not'. The pain, it hurts, but i find purpose beneath it. A duty i have to fulfill It's an addiction i need to feed, It's the water to life, It's the person i need to keep happy, to keep fulfilled. And they must be happy, no matter the cost of my own Like Autumn days and night, the warm tender kiss of the sun. The Moon, shining off its glorious radiant light even if it can not be seen With out it, we are nothing Without you, I am nothing I meant to tell you since the day we met, but someone else fell into your light Hypnotized, by the trance of love
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
Constance
This feeling, leaves me speechless The thought of you on my mind Unable to reach that first kiss If only I could slow down time A bliss image of what I want in my arms This feeling of pain over powers me At the sight of your lovely charms Leaves me to blind to even see As if I am your sword and shield I'd fight for you with all my will With only my heart in my hands to wield Just the thought of that emotes a thrill I may not be the one who holds you heart But i'd protect it till my very last breath For this feeling shall not be torn apart Till the day I meet with Death My lips go numb, they've become weak My lungs gap for a widen breath When I look at you, I cannot speak
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
I cannot speak
Happiness, What creates it? what is happiness? for some, happiness is money, wealth. Others, happiness is life itself. Others find it fulfilling a purpose. Purpose? Is there really such a thing? a slave to be bound to a singular entity, for eternity to come. Are we all slaves? feeding the machine that is called life, is there reason behind it? I know my purpose, to bring happiness to people. Solipsism, the idea, that the world. only a picture, of a subconscious artist slaving away at his canvas The artist, his world. the one he creates, The one he sees. the one where he exists. And if there is even, even the slightest amount of truth. Behind the Artists mind. You Are The Most Beautiful Thing I Could Perceive.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
The Artist Mind
I don't want you to be happy with someone else
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Yes I'm selfish
For so long I've been in chains Unable to break free Drowning in the rain Of the sorrow and the pain Wishing to be set loose But tied to these reigns Fitted for the noose When they think this is a game Life plays a role In all of our hearts To weak to let go I'm fading in the dark Losing sight of this I'm falling in a hole Can't see infront of me To afraid to go back home Can't look back, and I won't turn around Gotta keep going, gotta stand my ground Don't let them see the tears you shed Looking away just turn your head To afraid to face the dark But it's everywhere you can't avoid The emotions you feel turn to marks Everyone seems like a mindless droid Feeling alone unable to stand Put your fist up so you can defend Giving your all just for tonight Making one more chance to Fight for your life
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Breaking Free
I am not here to make you look good. Not here to be your shadow I won't stand by and let you hurt me All CAUSE your afraid of the truth Unable to grasp that reality Isn't made just for you I'm a human Being But you ignore that You let me sit in dark without a care Not even a glimpse in my direction I stood up for You, Thought I was cool Realized it was useless Cause I was just your tool I am not lying just for you, I'm not going to lie to you I see no reason to make fib, To turn into all the rest Because I don't need your approval I'm not here to impress
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Not to impress
The way our friendship moved so fast Hooked me like a fisherman's cast I was reeled in on the sight of your beauty To make you mine seemed to be my only duty I am glad we are able to share this feeling With our wounds so ever healing I **** at emotions you know that But I want you to know, I always have your back...
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
A short Poem
A personality that is just divine Having every boy stand in line Head over heels is how you make me feel Knowing this is all to good to be real But even if it's just a simple dream I could only wish it is how it seems This feeling I get, I cannot rest It's like god's way of giving me a test Wether OR not I deserve YOU so Unable to help my self control You bring out the best in me And In me I hope there's something you see I know that with this I can't change your mind But with all my heart I say, you're one of a kind An amazing girl, who swept me off my feet A girl one day I can't wait to meet Your the girl who descended from above And I pray you'll say yes when I ask... Will you be my love?
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Its Just How I Feel