#virtually - Hello Poetry

Cry,-sob, wail, shed tears, snivel, quall, lament, bewail, bemoan, moan, howl, keen, whimper, weep over, lift up the voice, complain. TO WEEP IN THE MUSEUM I was out walking, just glancing around in a scenic and colorful(online) place I walked into a (online) museum. Inside were huge displays being awesomely displayed in colorful arrays. Some with dark shadows of greys. Some with much to say some with very little. After walking and gazing, viewing, smiling being so excited I went into a carnival zone. What a wonderful place to stumble upon. Music and festivities so much for the eyes to see. So much to explore even ****** creativity. There were games that brought out the Little girl in me, I started to make some friends among this exciting place, people of all sizes and colors. Time would come to go back home, but often into this new found place I would come play and rome. There were times some would just follow me around, some would tell me what a lovely friend they had found. Yet I always kept my feet on the ground. Life has taught me one day those you think are friends won't be around. They just leave with an empty sound. Even when its happiness you share, some will become jealous and choose not to be there. Some are spiteful and choose not to play fairly. I tried to spread myself like love around never was mean nor murmured an ugly frown. I set up my own unique boutique and said come one come all. Let us be friends let us share. As a friend I really do care. Coming and going always knowing that outward my heart was pouring. Somedays the show was boring some days it was exciting, mentally challenging. There came a day some bully from no where knocked me to the ground. Felt that tear start to wail. But I held on like a little girl who's gotta be strong and I adventured on. Some friends asked things I couldn't give so they would began to privately strike with silent meaness. Tears started to mount. I put my heart into my own show began to feel good and to grow in this great wonderful show. Many came to read what I'd proclaim, many came to sup from my cup and greedily drank it up and only a few would come and say why thank you. While the takers, the easily shakers, the down right haters came and quickly went never a moment spent. To build up, or lift up felt you had to be quickly sliced up. Or your somehow taking from their show, they forget God gives blesses and multiplies. There's no reason to be haters or spies. I felt their jabs and stabs hoping I'd be a failure. Most failed to be the friend they claimed to be. They join your team and fail to simply post. The tears Fell Thought to just hang on to a few close friends from this museum within. After all on the outside I had my life. The more that you do some came to bully too. Some just up and walk off leaving you no clue. The rains came winds blew look around no ones still standing with you. A blow, in the storm a twist to my arm, a knife in my back, a slap in the face, a bitter taste, I'm lost in this race. How much more do I take? This used to be such a friendly beautiful place. Just make some new friends Tears are falling I can't hold back, Cry,-sob, wail, shed tears, snivel, quall, bewail, bemoan, moan, keen, whimper, weep over, lift up the voice, complain. This is why I know what it is To Weep In the Virtual Museum Some of FB, Insta, Twitta, A few of them. Sorta gaming Social Oceans. Beware swims.. By SelinaSharday of S.A.M All Rights Reserved 07

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Jun 30, 2023

Jun 30, 2023 at 11:35 AM UTC

SelinaSharday

TO WEEP IN THE VIRTUAL MUSEUM

Cry,-sob, wail, shed tears, snivel, quall, lament, bewail, bemoan, moan, howl, keen, whimper, weep over, lift up the voice, complain. TO WEEP IN THE MUSEUM I was out walking, just glancing around in a scenic and colorful(online) place I walked into a (online) museum. Inside were huge displays being awesomely displayed in colorful arrays. Some with dark shadows of greys. Some with much to say some with very little. After walking and gazing, viewing, smiling being so excited I went into a carnival zone. What a wonderful place to stumble upon. Music and festivities so much for the eyes to see. So much to explore even ****** creativity. There were games that brought out the Little girl in me, I started to make some friends among this exciting place, people of all sizes and colors. Time would come to go back home, but often into this new found place I would come play and rome. There were times some would just follow me around, some would tell me what a lovely friend they had found. Yet I always kept my feet on the ground. Life has taught me one day those you think are friends won't be around. They just leave with an empty sound. Even when its happiness you share, some will become jealous and choose not to be there. Some are spiteful and choose not to play fairly. I tried to spread myself like love around never was mean nor murmured an ugly frown. I set up my own unique boutique and said come one come all. Let us be friends let us share. As a friend I really do care. Coming and going always knowing that outward my heart was pouring. Somedays the show was boring some days it was exciting, mentally challenging. There came a day some bully from no where knocked me to the ground. Felt that tear start to wail. But I held on like a little girl who's gotta be strong and I adventured on. Some friends asked things I couldn't give so they would began to privately strike with silent meaness. Tears started to mount. I put my heart into my own show began to feel good and to grow in this great wonderful show. Many came to read what I'd proclaim, many came to sup from my cup and greedily drank it up and only a few would come and say why thank you. While the takers, the easily shakers, the down right haters came and quickly went never a moment spent. To build up, or lift up felt you had to be quickly sliced up. Or your somehow taking from their show, they forget God gives blesses and multiplies. There's no reason to be haters or spies. I felt their jabs and stabs hoping I'd be a failure. Most failed to be the friend they claimed to be. They join your team and fail to simply post. The tears Fell Thought to just hang on to a few close friends from this museum within. After all on the outside I had my life. The more that you do some came to bully too. Some just up and walk off leaving you no clue. The rains came winds blew look around no ones still standing with you. A blow, in the storm a twist to my arm, a knife in my back, a slap in the face, a bitter taste, I'm lost in this race. How much more do I take? This used to be such a friendly beautiful place. Just make some new friends Tears are falling I can't hold back, Cry,-sob, wail, shed tears, snivel, quall, bewail, bemoan, moan, keen, whimper, weep over, lift up the voice, complain. This is why I know what it is To Weep In the Virtual Museum Some of FB, Insta, Twitta, A few of them. Sorta gaming Social Oceans. Beware swims.. By SelinaSharday of S.A.M All Rights Reserved 07

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Monday, once, Spring of 1970, you were unborn, odds are… but I was by then a veteran, alive, and influenced by my trial experience, with the animating influence that's justice. She so poetically correct in balance, blind for good reason… the heart of man, is wicked, twisted into wicking threads through thorough ghucking unneccessary roughness, as we untwist, in the flame, at the tip of the wick, as we simmer with an anticipatory experience that counts, for reals, imagine dying, but dying for reals, experience matters, as facts fail to express the odds in reality at all, as just us. Imagine not dying, after that, it's easy, just live. Be kind, nothing we die for cares if we don't. So live, its hard, but worlds more interesting when we consider sides - sidereal expanses past the Hubble deep hole - so far beyond our conceptual capacity to hold true, self-evidently forcing life to feel too heavy to hold wrong. for very long, five minutes every other day, think all wrong, then right, on sight, will make a body smile, and feel a slight dopaminergic rush… and a long deep sigh.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC

kenpepiton

As it were, I was inspired

Monday, once, Spring of 1970, you were unborn, odds are… but I was by then a veteran, alive, and influenced by my trial experience, with the animating influence that's justice. She so poetically correct in balance, blind for good reason… the heart of man, is wicked, twisted into wicking threads through thorough ghucking unneccessary roughness, as we untwist, in the flame, at the tip of the wick, as we simmer with an anticipatory experience that counts, for reals, imagine dying, but dying for reals, experience matters, as facts fail to express the odds in reality at all, as just us. Imagine not dying, after that, it's easy, just live. Be kind, nothing we die for cares if we don't. So live, its hard, but worlds more interesting when we consider sides - sidereal expanses past the Hubble deep hole - so far beyond our conceptual capacity to hold true, self-evidently forcing life to feel too heavy to hold wrong. for very long, five minutes every other day, think all wrong, then right, on sight, will make a body smile, and feel a slight dopaminergic rush… and a long deep sigh.

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When would be a right time to show your true colours? I get amazed by those, whose hearts are so far deep inside their souls, and it’s so hard to know their true identity. Does it really worth, masking ourselves? Would it hurt being true in every situation? Because, those who need you will stick around with all your perfections and imperfections, anyway. Or are we forgotten ourselves and confusing reality with virtuosity? Unless I’m just be delusional, I think broken or not, honest is always the best policy in life!!! @jobiranyc (12/4/2017)

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC

Jobira

Honesty is the best policy

When would be a right time to show your true colours? I get amazed by those, whose hearts are so far deep inside their souls, and it’s so hard to know their true identity. Does it really worth, masking ourselves? Would it hurt being true in every situation? Because, those who need you will stick around with all your perfections and imperfections, anyway. Or are we forgotten ourselves and confusing reality with virtuosity? Unless I’m just be delusional, I think broken or not, honest is always the best policy in life!!! @jobiranyc (12/4/2017)

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