#verbally - Hello Poetry

#verbally

The radiant sun beating down on your porcelain skin cannot warm the coldness of your heart. You're a dream, your face is a masterpiece and your eyes hold unlimited universes but the words that grace your blossom lips are venom. They sink into my flesh like fangs and I'm wounded. Your presence is captivating and I'm haunted when you're not around but it's a heavy feeling. You're unkind, spiteful and deceptive, a thesaurus cannot fully label the horrid personality you created for yourself. You were blessed with an angels face but you sinned my life with a devilish grin and the words that lured me in.

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC

The radiant sun beating down on your porcelain skin cannot warm the coldness of your heart. You're a dream, your face is a masterpiece and your eyes hold unlimited universes but the words that grace your blossom lips are venom. They sink into my flesh like fangs and I'm wounded. Your presence is captivating and I'm haunted when you're not around but it's a heavy feeling. You're unkind, spiteful and deceptive, a thesaurus cannot fully label the horrid personality you created for yourself. You were blessed with an angels face but you sinned my life with a devilish grin and the words that lured me in.

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What is to come?   From a world where our children are given guns to play with,   It’s not the squirting of water,or release of plastic bullets, it’s the message we shoot into their heads .  Triggering violence from adolescence. Planting seeds of hate, And watering them with spilled blood .  Waiting for the fruit to ripen, but it never does,  Now we have the taste of bitterness lingering on our mouths.  That bitterness stays on our tongues , So that when we speak, that’s all that comes out.  You see Somehow the fruit is never as sweet as when it’s forbidden.  Sugared by sin,  Borrowed from thy neighbor, because when it’s sin there’s always enough to go around. What is to come?  From a world where we are told to express ourselves , but within the guidelines.  Told that the world is your canvas , but restricted to only the color white.  It isn’t as pure as it seems.  Underneath the white paint lies splashes of read , gushing from a black body.  There is no canvas, all we are given is a painted picture, of what perfect looks like.  So that we Erase anything that doesn’t fit the image.   The slightest difference is reason for war.  Be it the quantity of melanin  Be it religion  Be it Gender. What is to come?  Of a world that is only tolerable through the shade of intoxication . Where pills serve as capsules of happiness   We are our biggest enemy,  Our pain is self inflected. If this is what it is ,to be human   What is the cure?

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC

50 shades of truth.

What is to come?   From a world where our children are given guns to play with,   It’s not the squirting of water,or release of plastic bullets, it’s the message we shoot into their heads .  Triggering violence from adolescence. Planting seeds of hate, And watering them with spilled blood .  Waiting for the fruit to ripen, but it never does,  Now we have the taste of bitterness lingering on our mouths.  That bitterness stays on our tongues , So that when we speak, that’s all that comes out.  You see Somehow the fruit is never as sweet as when it’s forbidden.  Sugared by sin,  Borrowed from thy neighbor, because when it’s sin there’s always enough to go around. What is to come?  From a world where we are told to express ourselves , but within the guidelines.  Told that the world is your canvas , but restricted to only the color white.  It isn’t as pure as it seems.  Underneath the white paint lies splashes of read , gushing from a black body.  There is no canvas, all we are given is a painted picture, of what perfect looks like.  So that we Erase anything that doesn’t fit the image.   The slightest difference is reason for war.  Be it the quantity of melanin  Be it religion  Be it Gender. What is to come?  Of a world that is only tolerable through the shade of intoxication . Where pills serve as capsules of happiness   We are our biggest enemy,  Our pain is self inflected. If this is what it is ,to be human   What is the cure?

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2am juices,  I’m pouring myself onto this canvas   Let’s have a glass..  Off myself uncensored…  My canvas black and white  Like stars in the night Can you hear them shooting?  Splashes of red, gushing out the wounds  Ancestors rising out the tombs…  What are you willing to sacrifice? They say life is a gamble, except somebody already threw the dice..  We are slaves to the forces …  Married to a chosen fate ,without room for divorces…  You see The canvas …has been painted  All that’s left,   Is for you to open the doors that frame it..

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Jun 14, 2016

Jun 14, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC

2am juices,  I’m pouring myself onto this canvas   Let’s have a glass..  Off myself uncensored…  My canvas black and white  Like stars in the night Can you hear them shooting?  Splashes of red, gushing out the wounds  Ancestors rising out the tombs…  What are you willing to sacrifice? They say life is a gamble, except somebody already threw the dice..  We are slaves to the forces …  Married to a chosen fate ,without room for divorces…  You see The canvas …has been painted  All that’s left,   Is for you to open the doors that frame it..

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I met a Prince He taught me that princes don't alway charm No fairytales...he was as real as the sound of my alarm I woke up Realized that sometimes a Kiss from a Princess isn't enough To break the walls of insecurity the world built so tough I met a Prince... He taught me that princes don't always charm ... He ,like the rest of us had the world do him harm... Crowned by thorns Monsters are made Not born ... I met a prince He taught me that princes don't always charm The world isn't conducive for charm to bloom in... He wore a crown of imperfections but that made him human. He proved that fairytales don't exist But I learned to see beauty in the beast.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC

Princes dont always charm...

I met a Prince He taught me that princes don't alway charm No fairytales...he was as real as the sound of my alarm I woke up Realized that sometimes a Kiss from a Princess isn't enough To break the walls of insecurity the world built so tough I met a Prince... He taught me that princes don't always charm ... He ,like the rest of us had the world do him harm... Crowned by thorns Monsters are made Not born ... I met a prince He taught me that princes don't always charm The world isn't conducive for charm to bloom in... He wore a crown of imperfections but that made him human. He proved that fairytales don't exist But I learned to see beauty in the beast.

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What if the constant smoking and drinking aren't just a temporary escape ? Rather a quicker means to reach the true escape ... Who drank my beer? When I had death so near. Now I have to face the rejection of society like I'm a soldier Constantly at war with myself...trying to figure out who I should be today. Battling my demons and sometimes yours too Building up walls to defend myself from myself But I keep falling and bruising my ego Who drank my beer? When I had death so near Pleasure filled poison on my lips The only life support I need in my drips. Three cheers to making it this far... Let the beer take one more sip of life from me.

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC

Who drank my beer?

What if the constant smoking and drinking aren't just a temporary escape ? Rather a quicker means to reach the true escape ... Who drank my beer? When I had death so near. Now I have to face the rejection of society like I'm a soldier Constantly at war with myself...trying to figure out who I should be today. Battling my demons and sometimes yours too Building up walls to defend myself from myself But I keep falling and bruising my ego Who drank my beer? When I had death so near Pleasure filled poison on my lips The only life support I need in my drips. Three cheers to making it this far... Let the beer take one more sip of life from me.

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I made a wish upon a falling star I fell too And as you descended from the sky I prepared to catch you Weak knees ,I seem to have caught Feelings. ***** love nothing but a taboo That's until I met you Rumored intimacy you made true. I'm under your spell,I'm devoured. By your corroding touch,consumed by the fairytale in you eyes I'm enamored. As far as hearts go ,you are the winner Of mine Like I lost you in a different lifetime My glass slipper A perfect fit, perfect pair Emotions invested, I make you my heir All of me is yours for the taking My heart, yours for the breaking But Don't .

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC

I made a wish upon a falling star I fell too And as you descended from the sky I prepared to catch you Weak knees ,I seem to have caught Feelings. ***** love nothing but a taboo That's until I met you Rumored intimacy you made true. I'm under your spell,I'm devoured. By your corroding touch,consumed by the fairytale in you eyes I'm enamored. As far as hearts go ,you are the winner Of mine Like I lost you in a different lifetime My glass slipper A perfect fit, perfect pair Emotions invested, I make you my heir All of me is yours for the taking My heart, yours for the breaking But Don't .

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I passed by your old house today, A sudden rush came over me as memories filled my head. Memories of a simpler time. And how we would play our childish games to enjoy the fruits of our youth. Then an angel would call from inside and ask if we wanted to eat or if she should get us something. Im suger coating because she wouldn't ask ,she would insist. I remembered a time when pain ...I mean real pain ...was a stranger . Now pain keeps us company... I remembered a time when you where just a little girl with dreams just like I ... I watched this girl get thrown into womanhood ... Pent up aggression ...but how could I possibly resent the one that created me. For taking a piece of you... As an angel ascended, your spirits descended ... Waking up became a nightmare...not the kind that involve screams , but silent mornings instead ... I passed by your old house today and I thought to myself God I didn't have a choice or say in the first passing ... But I won't let the little that lived inside this house die too... And as the smell of the kindness and pure heartedness that once lived starts to escape her clothes... Let the memory live on I passed your old house today And made new the memories.

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Apr 7, 2016

Apr 7, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC

I passed by your old house today, A sudden rush came over me as memories filled my head. Memories of a simpler time. And how we would play our childish games to enjoy the fruits of our youth. Then an angel would call from inside and ask if we wanted to eat or if she should get us something. Im suger coating because she wouldn't ask ,she would insist. I remembered a time when pain ...I mean real pain ...was a stranger . Now pain keeps us company... I remembered a time when you where just a little girl with dreams just like I ... I watched this girl get thrown into womanhood ... Pent up aggression ...but how could I possibly resent the one that created me. For taking a piece of you... As an angel ascended, your spirits descended ... Waking up became a nightmare...not the kind that involve screams , but silent mornings instead ... I passed by your old house today and I thought to myself God I didn't have a choice or say in the first passing ... But I won't let the little that lived inside this house die too... And as the smell of the kindness and pure heartedness that once lived starts to escape her clothes... Let the memory live on I passed your old house today And made new the memories.

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The taste of sin on your lips, you've got me begging to sip more. Of the forbidden fruit Be free, but save me the last dance To tango with the devil is something I adore. If it's evil you are the root Route, I do not know any other. Two steps forward , you seem to take me farther Aback I let darkness attack Even stars need the darkness to shine Sweet nothings Devine Hearts heavy You raise the levy, to break my spine I bleed love the color of cherries You have my spill as wine As you dine , on my bruised ego and shredded spirit. It was all a game , and you were in it to win it . Princess and the *** My feelings ****** upon Monsters are not born Like the one you made me Past loves beauty I could not see The beast that lives within I was in ,thick and thin Loving you was the true sin. To think I could change you was wrong But since I'm not dead, I guess you made me strong. The world is a cold place without you descending hells heat upon me But it's a perfect fit for a heart you turned to ice It was a huge sacrifice But my curse a blessing for my failure to feel has set me free. Let the tail be told, of you and me.

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC

The taste of sin on your lips, you've got me begging to sip more. Of the forbidden fruit Be free, but save me the last dance To tango with the devil is something I adore. If it's evil you are the root Route, I do not know any other. Two steps forward , you seem to take me farther Aback I let darkness attack Even stars need the darkness to shine Sweet nothings Devine Hearts heavy You raise the levy, to break my spine I bleed love the color of cherries You have my spill as wine As you dine , on my bruised ego and shredded spirit. It was all a game , and you were in it to win it . Princess and the *** My feelings ****** upon Monsters are not born Like the one you made me Past loves beauty I could not see The beast that lives within I was in ,thick and thin Loving you was the true sin. To think I could change you was wrong But since I'm not dead, I guess you made me strong. The world is a cold place without you descending hells heat upon me But it's a perfect fit for a heart you turned to ice It was a huge sacrifice But my curse a blessing for my failure to feel has set me free. Let the tail be told, of you and me.

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Let's tap into someone's mind Young you understood that life was fine if you obeyed the rules your parents/guardian had set...Your goal was to do this...until you were old enough to understand what the television shows you were watching were saying...then your goal was to become rich ,find the love of your life and travel the world unraveling secrets that don't really exist. You tell yourself your life will not be complete if you do not achieve this...because this is the definition of success ...you gain a few more years and start to experiment with other things that could fill your hollow...start of with a little puff from a cigarette...weed perhaps...alcohol... Soon enough you like the world you see through the shade of intoxication better than your reality... But the real drug is wanting people's acceptance ...change your style around a couple times, until you find the one that gets you the most compliments...your biggest desire now, is to be desired...you value your worth by the amount of ****** in your dm ,the amount of girls you can get with,or your ability to land the prettiest or most difficult, the amount of likes...your ego begins to grow and so does your hunger to feed it. You tell yourself that you do not need the validation of anyone, but that's all you crave because deep down in your heart of hearts, your biggest fear is to be forgotten .

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC

Let's tap into someone's mind Young you understood that life was fine if you obeyed the rules your parents/guardian had set...Your goal was to do this...until you were old enough to understand what the television shows you were watching were saying...then your goal was to become rich ,find the love of your life and travel the world unraveling secrets that don't really exist. You tell yourself your life will not be complete if you do not achieve this...because this is the definition of success ...you gain a few more years and start to experiment with other things that could fill your hollow...start of with a little puff from a cigarette...weed perhaps...alcohol... Soon enough you like the world you see through the shade of intoxication better than your reality... But the real drug is wanting people's acceptance ...change your style around a couple times, until you find the one that gets you the most compliments...your biggest desire now, is to be desired...you value your worth by the amount of ****** in your dm ,the amount of girls you can get with,or your ability to land the prettiest or most difficult, the amount of likes...your ego begins to grow and so does your hunger to feed it. You tell yourself that you do not need the validation of anyone, but that's all you crave because deep down in your heart of hearts, your biggest fear is to be forgotten .

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Maybe if we looked beneath the exterior , the radiant glow All the pain hidden underneath would begin to show What secrets she hides,no one Knows But her grief, her depression continues to grow A monster tears people apart Hurting people merely for the art A twisted tower of destruction No preparation for your hearts abduction In disguise do not undermine we This terror, is this me?

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC

Beauty is the beast.

Maybe if we looked beneath the exterior , the radiant glow All the pain hidden underneath would begin to show What secrets she hides,no one Knows But her grief, her depression continues to grow A monster tears people apart Hurting people merely for the art A twisted tower of destruction No preparation for your hearts abduction In disguise do not undermine we This terror, is this me?

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Show face Inner demon, leering and brooding to have me dwell in my failure. Show face Caring foe , waiting to see me fall. And I will, flat on my knees begging for the lords mercy. Ask him to pave me a way forward Thank him for letting me see another day . Even if it's dark. Dark, clouding my vision, where do I go? To my head where vision never mattered. Where I could close my eyes and let the wind carry me with the birds. Hear the trees whistle songs of how they have been liberated from freedom. In my head where I am bigger than myself. I am the earth. Only in my head. My eyes will open soon and I will be blind again. I will show face. Paint it on, mascara, lipstick ,smile and all Then show it.

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC

Show face Inner demon, leering and brooding to have me dwell in my failure. Show face Caring foe , waiting to see me fall. And I will, flat on my knees begging for the lords mercy. Ask him to pave me a way forward Thank him for letting me see another day . Even if it's dark. Dark, clouding my vision, where do I go? To my head where vision never mattered. Where I could close my eyes and let the wind carry me with the birds. Hear the trees whistle songs of how they have been liberated from freedom. In my head where I am bigger than myself. I am the earth. Only in my head. My eyes will open soon and I will be blind again. I will show face. Paint it on, mascara, lipstick ,smile and all Then show it.

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I'm falling. So I catch myself Before I fall into another series of what ifs. Like What if I steal a glance Or worse, what if he returns it Either way it's a loss because if he is not looking, I'll wonder why he isn't and if I'm not good enough. When I catch him looking , it plays with my mind because I don't know why he is. Leaving a burning desire to know exactly what goes on in his mind. I'm falling, but I catch myself, because odds are, I will never speak and neither will he. I'm falling but I catch myself ,because I'm just a girl and he is just a boy , we are just a boy and girl afraid to love each other. So they settle for stolen glances. I'm falling , but I catch myself , because I bruise easily.

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC

Catch Myself Falling

I'm falling. So I catch myself Before I fall into another series of what ifs. Like What if I steal a glance Or worse, what if he returns it Either way it's a loss because if he is not looking, I'll wonder why he isn't and if I'm not good enough. When I catch him looking , it plays with my mind because I don't know why he is. Leaving a burning desire to know exactly what goes on in his mind. I'm falling, but I catch myself, because odds are, I will never speak and neither will he. I'm falling but I catch myself ,because I'm just a girl and he is just a boy , we are just a boy and girl afraid to love each other. So they settle for stolen glances. I'm falling , but I catch myself , because I bruise easily.

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How much would the devil pay for a lost soul? Been to the earths core and back,but still theres this hole, Im tortured by subliminal misconceptions Neurons put to the vote but the are no elections, Its as if ive been put in emotional detention with unknown intentions I feel like an animal in captivity, In need of cage keys to set me free. I wish not for happy endings,because i dont want my happy to end, Is it? Love or peace or even love of peace that will to my happy place send,...me, so i can be free eternally.

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Feb 19, 2016

Feb 19, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC

Cost of a lost soul.

How much would the devil pay for a lost soul? Been to the earths core and back,but still theres this hole, Im tortured by subliminal misconceptions Neurons put to the vote but the are no elections, Its as if ive been put in emotional detention with unknown intentions I feel like an animal in captivity, In need of cage keys to set me free. I wish not for happy endings,because i dont want my happy to end, Is it? Love or peace or even love of peace that will to my happy place send,...me, so i can be free eternally.

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These harmonies and melodies. These vibes Pierce through my soul like knives These vibes move me and yet they paralyze me These vibes have such massive power These vibes, so sweet and yet so sour These vibes take me over and under They make me hunger Yearning for something deeper Just the thought has me growing weaker. These vibes fill me with desire Burning fire, take me hire. It's beyond what the eye can see In this moment, heaven is you and me. Our only enemy is time But for now let us pretend you were mine Sip me like a glass of wine. I shall conform to your deepest desire Burning fire, take you hire Let us pretend that I was your only Cause this vibe between us is almost holy. You and I , like Bonny and Clyde Just for tonight Like we were more than just a vibe.

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Feb 19, 2016

Feb 19, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC

These harmonies and melodies. These vibes Pierce through my soul like knives These vibes move me and yet they paralyze me These vibes have such massive power These vibes, so sweet and yet so sour These vibes take me over and under They make me hunger Yearning for something deeper Just the thought has me growing weaker. These vibes fill me with desire Burning fire, take me hire. It's beyond what the eye can see In this moment, heaven is you and me. Our only enemy is time But for now let us pretend you were mine Sip me like a glass of wine. I shall conform to your deepest desire Burning fire, take you hire Let us pretend that I was your only Cause this vibe between us is almost holy. You and I , like Bonny and Clyde Just for tonight Like we were more than just a vibe.

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Who are you, who am I I used to know you. Back when we used to laugh at the silliest things, we used to bring out the inner children in each other,I was yours and you mine, Once, when we were friends... Who are you, who am I I used to know you Back when I Iooked in the mirror and recognized who I saw. Now it seems other people's reflection of me are the only thing I see Who are you ,who am I I used to know you Back when you were more than just another citizen of sin city Now we are residents, judging each other because we sin differently. Who are you ,who am I I used to know you Back when we were more than just two people afraid to discover each other or dare I say love each other. Who are you, who am I I used to know you Back when we let our souls connect and the world didn't matter. Now any connection compared to opinions is inferior With our eyes open we are blind to what's beneath the exterior Who are you, who am I I used to know you Back when we viewed the world the same Now we don't even live in the same one. Now you are a memory that is fading Who could you be? You used to be me. Who are you, who am I ,who are we?

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Feb 19, 2016

Feb 19, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC

Who are you, who am I I used to know you. Back when we used to laugh at the silliest things, we used to bring out the inner children in each other,I was yours and you mine, Once, when we were friends... Who are you, who am I I used to know you Back when I Iooked in the mirror and recognized who I saw. Now it seems other people's reflection of me are the only thing I see Who are you ,who am I I used to know you Back when you were more than just another citizen of sin city Now we are residents, judging each other because we sin differently. Who are you ,who am I I used to know you Back when we were more than just two people afraid to discover each other or dare I say love each other. Who are you, who am I I used to know you Back when we let our souls connect and the world didn't matter. Now any connection compared to opinions is inferior With our eyes open we are blind to what's beneath the exterior Who are you, who am I I used to know you Back when we viewed the world the same Now we don't even live in the same one. Now you are a memory that is fading Who could you be? You used to be me. Who are you, who am I ,who are we?

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