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"againts" poems
Hello my hallow yellow bell, can you please swear to me these, this restlessness , I have to dismiss An advent that is cemented to me long ago. a path, a trail, an engraved part of tommorow. Hello my hallow yellow bell, How are you today? I do believe that againts the odds we would last, count every breaths you take and every smile and laughs you make like a sandless hourglass.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
Sandless hourglass
i met a mongol once in amsterdam, we exchanged a tearful stare and said a melancholic hello, as if we were to be brother in cement or sandstone of what the sun rememebred and man forgot but nonetheless carved for enshadowed suave of the shadowing hand on hand upon handed down remnant of the handless kanji... the motherless thus tongueless river of sight utilising hand and hand as sophistication of spying thanks to the hands’ shadows: thus no shadow tongue unless that shadow be thought or the abstract off thought: pre-meditation and the subsequent minded courtsey as requested of the blank page or the buddha’s slitted eyes faking intoxication by western standards of that green plant the mongols despise: and western societies fare to tax and thus exploit. and it would be easiest to withhold making talks with the slavs by compensation of the northern-most mosque being established as true progression... but then having insulated the slavs who are "primarily" plumbers and electricians to make any dent in the politics of the other monotheists... where the european excludes the european from europe there you will see war as encouraging the asian or the arab... there you will see war, should a european exclude european from europe there you will see war caucausian againts the rooster against the morn! TAR TAR! TAR TAR! TAR! TAR! (in japanese tora tora tora!) because you did not cherish our shared values thus become devalued therefore value your integral anti-economic evaluations that have no place in my land but concern of keeping brown in the noun and not in the verb of racism and sun; i've become a barabbas among you, you messiahs, you messiah selfies and messiah implants, what gave you the jews scorned has given me you as the "jews" scorned in your disorientation of the fathomed atom bomb already spoken of in the book of the apocalypse.... but a man ejecting an european from europe to fantacise a non-invoked colonialism will halve in carving this world in half for multi-cultarism! no pole ever spoke of colonialism to see you speak of post-colonial re-colonialisation of remote areas so ardently cared for: conquer... and subsequently fall: your sons the additive bullets: я и pоссия demand: the caucaucus tribes to fake unity with the danube fools of erected bohemia.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
TATAR! TATAR! TA! TAR!
i met a mongol once in amsterdam, we exchanged a tearful stare and said a melancholic hello, as if we were to be brother in cement or sandstone of what the sun rememebred and man forgot but nonetheless carved for enshadowed suave of the shadowing hand on hand upon handed down remnant of the handless kanji... the motherless thus tongueless river of sight utilising hand and hand as sophistication of spying thanks to the hands’ shadows: thus no shadow tongue unless that shadow be thought or the abstract off thought: pre-meditation and the subsequent minded courtsey as requested of the blank page or the buddha’s slitted eyes faking intoxication by western standards of that green plant the mongols despise: and western societies fare to tax and thus exploit. and it would be easiest to withhold making talks with the slavs by compensation of the northern-most mosque being established as true progression... but then having insulated the slavs who are "primarily" plumbers and electricians to make any dent in the politics of the other monotheists... where the european excludes the european from europe there you will see war as encouraging the asian or the arab... there you will see war, should a european exclude european from europe there you will see war caucausian againts the rooster against the morn! TAR TAR! TAR TAR! TAR! TAR! (in japanese tora tora tora!) because you did not cherish our shared values thus become devalued therefore value your integral anti-economic evaluations that have no place in my land but concern of keeping brown in the noun and not in the verb of racism and sun; i've become a barabbas among you, you messiahs, you messiah selfies and messiah implants, what gave you the jews scorned has given me you as the "jews" scorned in your disorientation of the fathomed atom bomb already spoken of in the book of the apocalypse.... but a man ejecting an european from europe to fantacise a non-invoked colonialism will halve in carving this world in half for multi-cultarism! no pole ever spoke of colonialism to see you speak of post-colonial re-colonialisation of remote areas so ardently cared for: conquer... and subsequently fall: your sons the additive bullets: я и pоссия demand: the caucaucus tribes to fake unity with the danube fools of erected bohemia.
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As we lay     Im  Feeling your chest pressed againts my spine, making me quiver uncontrolablly.       And with your arms wrapped around me so tight ,yet so tenderly right putting a smile on my face that would probally last all night. As I felt the softness of your lips, kissing my neck in all the right places ,with out a doubt Im feeling good. And just as I started to drift away into a slumber sleep . I softly hear these words. I LOVE YOU . The words became imprinted into my ear ...and even after all these years.. I can still hear those words you whispered to me ..I LOVE YOU still so very clear.      You my love gave me a memory. Something I'll never forget... You gave me ......A Beautiful Night.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
A Beautiful Night. no.59
HER LIPS SPOKE OF WISDOME FED BY SCIENCE BOOKS AND HISTORY TEXT AND PHILOSOPHY OF ASSUMPTIONS CARRYING A STRICKING EYE FOR STUDENTS THAT WON'T SIT STILL SHE CLAIMS SHE LIKE'S IT QUIET DURING FREE TIME OF READING BUT I'M STARING DOWN AT TEEN MAGAZINS CAUSE MICHAEL JACKSON MAKES ME SHREEK IN MY SEAT AND I SAY NOTHING NOR READ NOTHING BUT                                 STARE                                 ADMIRINGLY AT HIS                                  PUZZLING FEATURES THEN HER VOICE RISES OVER MY HEAD LIKE FLYING BULLETS MISSING MY BRAIN AND EYE SOCKETS BUT SHE PLUNGED INTO MY EARS LIKE THUNDER BULT AND LIGHTNING AND MY SEAT WENT HOT WHEN SHE STARED DOWN AT ME HER WORDS CUDDLED UP AGAINTS MY IGNORANCE AS I FIGHT OFF THE BALANCE SHE NEVER OBTAINED TO                                  MAINTAINE                                  MY ATTENTION                                                                   ONLY FEAR MY HEART POUNDING !!!STARTLED!!! AT  HER RATTLE SNAKE INTENSIONS AND HER VENOMOUSE WORDS FELL UPON MY LOW IQ SHAMED AT MY ABILITY TO LEARN EVER SO SMALL AND SHE COULDN'T MANAGE TO STAND UP AGAINTS MY DIFFICULT APPLE BITTEN BY SO MANY BITTEN AT THE BIRTH AND EATEN BY THE BEAST OF STUDENTS WHO STAND EGO HIGH AGAINTS ME TURNING HEADS AT ME WITH A GLARE IN THEIR EYE THAT ONLY HORROR MOVIES COULD DEPICT SHE DECIDED TO FAVOR                               THE WIDTH                                 THE DISTANCE AND                       THE RISK OF HAVING ME HER STUDENT...  AT ALL... AND TELLS ME "YOU WILL NEVER WIN, BUT I WILL" ?????????? WHY MRS. ANDERSON... WHAT EVER DID YOU MEAN BY THAT 23 YRS AGO I WANNA KNOW???????? BUT I COULDN'T CONCENTRATE OR PAY YOU THE FAME BECAUSE YOU STAND UP THERE LIKE SOME PRESIDENT OFFERING NO LESS THAN A TOOL I CAN'T GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL LIKE THE OTHER KIDS FEELING LIKE A ROBOT STANDING IN LINE TO EAT STANDING IN LINE TO PLAY RAISE MY HAND LIKE A CONVICT TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AS IF THIS WERE THE MALICHA OR A **** OR NOZI OR HOW EVER YOU SPELL                               THE **** NAME CAUSE IT AIN'T ENGLISH YOUR RING TONE PHONIC VOICE RINGS IN MY EAR TO THIS DAY AND YOUR PIERCING DULL BLUE EYES IS ALL I NEVER WANT MY CHILD TO HAVE AFTER ME A TEACHER WHO THINKS SHE IS THERE JUST TO BEAT DOWN A CHILD                                         IN THIER MINDS. © S.T. Rebel of Eden
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
MRS. ANDERSON
HER LIPS SPOKE OF WISDOME FED BY SCIENCE BOOKS AND HISTORY TEXT AND PHILOSOPHY OF ASSUMPTIONS CARRYING A STRICKING EYE FOR STUDENTS THAT WON'T SIT STILL SHE CLAIMS SHE LIKE'S IT QUIET DURING FREE TIME OF READING BUT I'M STARING DOWN AT TEEN MAGAZINS CAUSE MICHAEL JACKSON MAKES ME SHREEK IN MY SEAT AND I SAY NOTHING NOR READ NOTHING BUT                                 STARE                                 ADMIRINGLY AT HIS                                  PUZZLING FEATURES THEN HER VOICE RISES OVER MY HEAD LIKE FLYING BULLETS MISSING MY BRAIN AND EYE SOCKETS BUT SHE PLUNGED INTO MY EARS LIKE THUNDER BULT AND LIGHTNING AND MY SEAT WENT HOT WHEN SHE STARED DOWN AT ME HER WORDS CUDDLED UP AGAINTS MY IGNORANCE AS I FIGHT OFF THE BALANCE SHE NEVER OBTAINED TO                                  MAINTAINE                                  MY ATTENTION                                                                   ONLY FEAR MY HEART POUNDING !!!STARTLED!!! AT  HER RATTLE SNAKE INTENSIONS AND HER VENOMOUSE WORDS FELL UPON MY LOW IQ SHAMED AT MY ABILITY TO LEARN EVER SO SMALL AND SHE COULDN'T MANAGE TO STAND UP AGAINTS MY DIFFICULT APPLE BITTEN BY SO MANY BITTEN AT THE BIRTH AND EATEN BY THE BEAST OF STUDENTS WHO STAND EGO HIGH AGAINTS ME TURNING HEADS AT ME WITH A GLARE IN THEIR EYE THAT ONLY HORROR MOVIES COULD DEPICT SHE DECIDED TO FAVOR                               THE WIDTH                                 THE DISTANCE AND                       THE RISK OF HAVING ME HER STUDENT...  AT ALL... AND TELLS ME "YOU WILL NEVER WIN, BUT I WILL" ?????????? WHY MRS. ANDERSON... WHAT EVER DID YOU MEAN BY THAT 23 YRS AGO I WANNA KNOW???????? BUT I COULDN'T CONCENTRATE OR PAY YOU THE FAME BECAUSE YOU STAND UP THERE LIKE SOME PRESIDENT OFFERING NO LESS THAN A TOOL I CAN'T GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL LIKE THE OTHER KIDS FEELING LIKE A ROBOT STANDING IN LINE TO EAT STANDING IN LINE TO PLAY RAISE MY HAND LIKE A CONVICT TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AS IF THIS WERE THE MALICHA OR A **** OR NOZI OR HOW EVER YOU SPELL                               THE **** NAME CAUSE IT AIN'T ENGLISH YOUR RING TONE PHONIC VOICE RINGS IN MY EAR TO THIS DAY AND YOUR PIERCING DULL BLUE EYES IS ALL I NEVER WANT MY CHILD TO HAVE AFTER ME A TEACHER WHO THINKS SHE IS THERE JUST TO BEAT DOWN A CHILD                                         IN THIER MINDS. © S.T. Rebel of Eden
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Haha! What a marvelous year it has been Surely, there were ups and downs Dark corners explored Sharp twists, and turns Hurricanes along my path Earthquakes that shook me down Marvelous.. Just marvelous... To think I thought I wouldn't survive the journey Well... I was proven wrong By He who is. Yet again He has brought me to my victories (just how He promised) But it wasn't that bad... Surely there were giants to be slain Dark forces that opposed me along the way. It really isn't that bad... As long as you don't fight alone. To win a battle is Triumphant! but to share a victory with comrades... Is a whole different feeling! To fight by their side Just gives you a whole new purpose... Praise to the one who says, "I am who I am" For He is who He is! None can interfere His divine plan For His sons, and daughters! Although, There's still a long way ahead of us And that's for sure. Although, We can not see what lies ahead He has already cleared the way... For you, And for me So, fear not. Just watch how He fights for you, and I And you'll see... How His mighty hand strikes down Who ever dares go againts us.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
"Fear not"
Let's us all go crazy Not caring what other's think Lets us all go crazy Because today is the only day mazy.... Lets us all go crazy Because we are never old for fun Lets us all go crazy It's not againts the law. Lets us all go crazy Because because you find out! ;)
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Lets go crazy
Come, come closer, and enter in a world that is against each other. Don’t get me wrong you will have people the will love one another, but someday they will stab you in the back knowing you won’t be able to escape their traps. Feeling powerful but fooled, falling by the darkness night desperate to reach what you so call light. Hypnotize by the spark of fire one touch and you’ll burn to ashes and dust, probably do anything to survive when the world is about to end flashing right before your eyes. We as humans think were so big and on top of the world, but literally were small like tiny little ants. Not aware were the one causing this pain, a final day to have a blood of rains, planet earth doesn’t have a specific year for it end it’s the ants so call us making that happen. So wash from what is going around us not realizing where our sins are taken us in a world this is against each others. By Jacob Cuadro
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
When The World Is Againts Each Other
There was a place where children goes. To have fun while learning, for their future so. Four walls, a roof, and a person in-charge. With the board and a chalk, a new class is starts. Half of the day is for learning new things. And the rest is for them to decide. The night still part of the learning. Doing homework and projects, and then I became tired. Every day I need to wake up early. Prepare myself as for school is in the morning. Sleepy as I want, I can't help but to get going. For I am, and I should, go to school whether I like it or not. First grade, Second grade, each year, new class. New topics, new classmates, how am I suppose to catch up? A year is not enough, yet they forcing me to learn. For they are elders, and they know what is the best for me. Failure is disappointment. Third grade, fourth grade, and the following grades. Each time grade I step is another year of punishment. I don't like it, I hate it, this is not learning. All they do is to force me to learn things I don't want. If there's something I don't understand. They ignore me and go on with the class. Test coming up, I got a failure grade. They blame me for I can't understand. Why? Why? I'm trying to learn all those things. But if there's anything I don't unerstand, everyone ignores me. How? How? How could I learn what you're teaching? Everyone keeps ignoring me, how would I supposed to learn? Year after year, the fun of learning disappears. Yet they all act like it is a fun thing to do. What am I supposed to do if I am treated like an idiot? Everything they taught, I don't understand a thing. Bullied, ignored, punished for unable to learn. School isn't fun, that's what I know. Forced to learn, forced to follow. I see no difference than that being a prison. School is scary, I don't want to go there anymore. My room, my room is the place where I belong. I don't care whatever people tell me about the school. It's all lies, I'll better of dead than going back there. Even if my parents gets mad at me. Even people hates me. Even if the whole world is againts me. I will never, ever go back there. Never. For the rest of my life. Never. Even if they hurt me. Never. Even if they convice me. Never. Whatever the will tell to me. Never. I don't want to go there. I don't want to see it either. I wish that school doesn't exist. It is a scary place. I will never ever go there anymore. Never. Never.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
School Life
There was a place where children goes. To have fun while learning, for their future so. Four walls, a roof, and a person in-charge. With the board and a chalk, a new class is starts. Half of the day is for learning new things. And the rest is for them to decide. The night still part of the learning. Doing homework and projects, and then I became tired. Every day I need to wake up early. Prepare myself as for school is in the morning. Sleepy as I want, I can't help but to get going. For I am, and I should, go to school whether I like it or not. First grade, Second grade, each year, new class. New topics, new classmates, how am I suppose to catch up? A year is not enough, yet they forcing me to learn. For they are elders, and they know what is the best for me. Failure is disappointment. Third grade, fourth grade, and the following grades. Each time grade I step is another year of punishment. I don't like it, I hate it, this is not learning. All they do is to force me to learn things I don't want. If there's something I don't understand. They ignore me and go on with the class. Test coming up, I got a failure grade. They blame me for I can't understand. Why? Why? I'm trying to learn all those things. But if there's anything I don't unerstand, everyone ignores me. How? How? How could I learn what you're teaching? Everyone keeps ignoring me, how would I supposed to learn? Year after year, the fun of learning disappears. Yet they all act like it is a fun thing to do. What am I supposed to do if I am treated like an idiot? Everything they taught, I don't understand a thing. Bullied, ignored, punished for unable to learn. School isn't fun, that's what I know. Forced to learn, forced to follow. I see no difference than that being a prison. School is scary, I don't want to go there anymore. My room, my room is the place where I belong. I don't care whatever people tell me about the school. It's all lies, I'll better of dead than going back there. Even if my parents gets mad at me. Even people hates me. Even if the whole world is againts me. I will never, ever go back there. Never. For the rest of my life. Never. Even if they hurt me. Never. Even if they convice me. Never. Whatever the will tell to me. Never. I don't want to go there. I don't want to see it either. I wish that school doesn't exist. It is a scary place. I will never ever go there anymore. Never. Never.
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Soaking in the calvery hills, I am pressed againts.. bearing the gethsemene of my heart .... he surrounds me that dévil.. I know where it leads me Drowned in chest below and head [useless] and weary above water ...I feel nothing Piering my eyes across the surface of the water dark walls play an abstract to my empty dreams left me optionless but I am not dying ...Not just yet ...But I am already gone I have seeped my veins I have wept the countless moons But it wont end my fears ...it's cold in here But I am still numb Reaching deep on the inside not to find anything emotional I just want... life ...to never end in the ones I love so much more than I am supposed to have loved myself. (CRITICAL INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII) © Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
DEAD ABOVE WATER
Callous I choose not Awkward it may be Cynical onslaught, I stand againts Setting things right is in my sights Make amends with my limbs if I must Righting wrongs is thy virtue
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
Resolve
Lonely winds blows my heart Hold my soul so it won’t be apart See everything but feel nothing And it’s time to get in the ring I get up and starts to walk This new hope burning in my chest If i can’t go to that other world I’ll find someone here and get some rest Hey is anyone there? Anyone? I watch my step, it’s getting darker then ever Still had my faith but now starts to wonder Screams louder, hears nothing Now I don’t know where i’m going So i light a thousand candles Hoping to see the lights of angels Feeling too tired, hope fading fast Still i have to save me from myself And now the candles are gone one by one I’m scared, there’s no one to be found Sitting here right againts the wall It looks like i’m all alone afterall
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
A Thousand Candles
Crimpson tear stains drip againts the bathroom wall. My heart stops beating. slowly and then all at once. I feel the trigger. I smell the laundry detergent that you used on your clothes I still remember the smell. The carvings will always remain but our feelings wont. Not again i am sick and tired of thinking of you. Its been three months now and the memories still ricochett in my mind. I hate you. I wish I never loved you. Or is it just my mind? My mind is playing tricks on me again.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Cold Remembrance.
These words againts no one, except me Mind your own pleasure, dont convince the other
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Recuring Dreams
Poems are more than just rhymes, It's about shards of your soul that you hid beneath what you wrote, How hard you've fought, Againts the Devil within your mind, because the thought of sharing a piece of yourself with others are not seen eye to eye , between you and the fiery beast that haunts your life. They said that their hearts relate, Do they meant what they said? Were their hearts torched by the same flame that was raging within yours? Were their backs burdened by the same load the heavens had placed on yours? From where we are standing,It's easy to admit that the stars are all the same, Up close,we can see the slightest difference within their flare.
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
A shard of my soul
To feel someone else's lips pressed againts mine. I've been wanting to feel that. The emotions it carries, the feelings it wants to relay.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Kiss