"angriness" poems - Hello Poetry

angry men, get more done, but angry men die very young you see my dad was always getting angry, nobody knows why he did you see he was waiting for the perfect time to stop treating me like a kid you see dad was angry at me because i didn’t clean my computer table and he also was angry at me for converting to the cindrella cleaning system you see angry men get things done, but they also die very young, dad was young, at age 75 i miss his helpful side, by helping me understand the computer like art colony, writers cafe, and hello poetry and FACEBOOK, man you see i hated dads frown, you see angry people die very young i am not one of those angry people, that is why i am frustrated because people are trying to push my nice side up to space and my evil side i want to get rid of, cause, i am not shy to look ******** but i am a complete normie, only nerds are angry, very angry nerds they will die very young, very very young i hated my dads angriness, cause he hyped me up i knew dad would die first, because he show his happy side like me i am not living in the past for anyone dad was angry, he helped me with the computer, i say thanks to the paranormal dad but i still thought that dad was a cranky man hail to the yobbos the yobbos the yobbos hail to the yobbos and the old cranky dad i know dad isn’t teasing, but he is an old cranky dad i am the happiest dude in canberra, happier than anyone i help the poor, i help the poor an old cranky dad sits there up on cloud 9 wanting pat has powers to take old hags out of people old hags who are trying to be cool kids ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD i am a cool young dude, i have a lot of fun

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

angry men get things done, angry men die young, i am not angry i am happy

angry men, get more done, but angry men die very young you see my dad was always getting angry, nobody knows why he did you see he was waiting for the perfect time to stop treating me like a kid you see dad was angry at me because i didn’t clean my computer table and he also was angry at me for converting to the cindrella cleaning system you see angry men get things done, but they also die very young, dad was young, at age 75 i miss his helpful side, by helping me understand the computer like art colony, writers cafe, and hello poetry and FACEBOOK, man you see i hated dads frown, you see angry people die very young i am not one of those angry people, that is why i am frustrated because people are trying to push my nice side up to space and my evil side i want to get rid of, cause, i am not shy to look ******** but i am a complete normie, only nerds are angry, very angry nerds they will die very young, very very young i hated my dads angriness, cause he hyped me up i knew dad would die first, because he show his happy side like me i am not living in the past for anyone dad was angry, he helped me with the computer, i say thanks to the paranormal dad but i still thought that dad was a cranky man hail to the yobbos the yobbos the yobbos hail to the yobbos and the old cranky dad i know dad isn’t teasing, but he is an old cranky dad i am the happiest dude in canberra, happier than anyone i help the poor, i help the poor an old cranky dad sits there up on cloud 9 wanting pat has powers to take old hags out of people old hags who are trying to be cool kids ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD i am a cool young dude, i have a lot of fun

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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the difference makes no difference:> under the rain love me above the clouds love me not think the days flowery and notes of C think the blame is on the sugary plot ever since I painted accidents with red violets turned blue swoon my demeanor shaded a women with a stubborn head the kind of color that you moon the most of the most all no sequence separated is what my season is up to raise that toast and them breezes lay chills for the never faded sweet stay on my mind rule my mercury the feel of love is neat the curious incident that manifested this artery a crumble of pieces to get back all a dawn a primary color painted on my nails tickling a green lawn can't be traded with no other odor the sparkles danced roses over my heart I knew the first page would be the death of me from the start wouldn't trade it with any other stage how did we get there? the possession of double happiness the dry blood scattered in the air moments printed in hopeful swift angriness delusional dimensions out of the norm things my soul would grant a suspension this time to welcome the storm I don't think so the blur of the night on a stairs a stumble in once upon ago brought pretty smiles in crying strands of hair because I don't want to wake up the dressing of sunrise capital the unwanted, a guitar playing after my tea cup even if the burdened wrists all heavy calculated radicals kisses infected mere means the days of thoughtful ventures of doubtful summers and no sleep something an old vanilla scent betrays a different texture -------ravenfeels

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Oct 31, 2021

Oct 31, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC

raven-feels

Violets For Roses

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the difference makes no difference:> under the rain love me above the clouds love me not think the days flowery and notes of C think the blame is on the sugary plot ever since I painted accidents with red violets turned blue swoon my demeanor shaded a women with a stubborn head the kind of color that you moon the most of the most all no sequence separated is what my season is up to raise that toast and them breezes lay chills for the never faded sweet stay on my mind rule my mercury the feel of love is neat the curious incident that manifested this artery a crumble of pieces to get back all a dawn a primary color painted on my nails tickling a green lawn can't be traded with no other odor the sparkles danced roses over my heart I knew the first page would be the death of me from the start wouldn't trade it with any other stage how did we get there? the possession of double happiness the dry blood scattered in the air moments printed in hopeful swift angriness delusional dimensions out of the norm things my soul would grant a suspension this time to welcome the storm I don't think so the blur of the night on a stairs a stumble in once upon ago brought pretty smiles in crying strands of hair because I don't want to wake up the dressing of sunrise capital the unwanted, a guitar playing after my tea cup even if the burdened wrists all heavy calculated radicals kisses infected mere means the days of thoughtful ventures of doubtful summers and no sleep something an old vanilla scent betrays a different texture -------ravenfeels

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The fabric of my life is a tapestry Woven together with tragedy There are black threads of loneliness Blue threads of sadness Red threads of the angriness Yellow threads for my minds sickness Orange threads for craziness Purple for my madness Gray threads for deeds of heartlessness Pink threads for those rare moments of tenderness Of course there is clear, see through thread for the emptiness Now look really close, fine little silver threads can be found of happiness As well as shiny bright golden threads of hopfulness It's what holds it all togeather So no matter what storm I must weather My beautifully tragic tapestry will be wrapped tight around me The picture in the end will be so wonderfully sad and beautiful, it will make your eye's tear just to see Your mind will have trouble comprehending how something so sad and tragic Can create something so darkly beautiful, it seems like magic It's because I've lived in the dark so long I've learned to see beauty were it seems to not belong Out of place and wrong But in the darkness the silver and gold threads shine so bright You would of never even seen them in the light

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May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Tapestry of my Life

The fabric of my life is a tapestry Woven together with tragedy There are black threads of loneliness Blue threads of sadness Red threads of the angriness Yellow threads for my minds sickness Orange threads for craziness Purple for my madness Gray threads for deeds of heartlessness Pink threads for those rare moments of tenderness Of course there is clear, see through thread for the emptiness Now look really close, fine little silver threads can be found of happiness As well as shiny bright golden threads of hopfulness It's what holds it all togeather So no matter what storm I must weather My beautifully tragic tapestry will be wrapped tight around me The picture in the end will be so wonderfully sad and beautiful, it will make your eye's tear just to see Your mind will have trouble comprehending how something so sad and tragic Can create something so darkly beautiful, it seems like magic It's because I've lived in the dark so long I've learned to see beauty were it seems to not belong Out of place and wrong But in the darkness the silver and gold threads shine so bright You would of never even seen them in the light

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She says I have a ness about me, a sadness, an angriness, a hatefulness, a loch ness. I haven't washed my hoodie in a week, the toothpaste splatter on my shoulder looks like come, maybe it's laziness.

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Feb 14, 2012

Feb 14, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC

Waverly

Yukimi.

She says I have a ness about me, a sadness, an angriness, a hatefulness, a loch ness. I haven't washed my hoodie in a week, the toothpaste splatter on my shoulder looks like come, maybe it's laziness.

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What if your kiss Would change my life And my changing life Would change his dreams And his different dreams Would affect her world While her affected world Would cause her trouble And the caused trouble Would make her cry And her crying eyes Would make him feel And his newborn feelings Would make his heart beat And his beating heart Would make him talk while his talking mouth Would make her happy And her happiness Would make me angry And my angriness Would make you say I LOVE YOU? It’s just a matter of WHAT IF-s right? I see…

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Apr 26, 2012

Apr 26, 2012 at 8:00 AM UTC

furtuna-sheremeti

What if...

What if your kiss Would change my life And my changing life Would change his dreams And his different dreams Would affect her world While her affected world Would cause her trouble And the caused trouble Would make her cry And her crying eyes Would make him feel And his newborn feelings Would make his heart beat And his beating heart Would make him talk while his talking mouth Would make her happy And her happiness Would make me angry And my angriness Would make you say I LOVE YOU? It’s just a matter of WHAT IF-s right? I see…

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Torn by societal views of right and wrong The voices that once spoke to me are nothing but a long droning sound Schizophrenics on a city bus screaming about being kidnaped and ***** and abandoned Mad men on the street banging on a mirror Yelling **** You!" only to say it to themselves And self loathing isn't specific to the mentally ill Or maybe it is Perhaps we're all mental Scars of teenagers disguised with bracelets Bruises covered in foundation Violence and danger and pain Self inflicted Glass glided against gentle skin Blood oozing out Only to produce a temporary high on endorphins But still A man banging on a mirror "I hate you" he screams "I hate you!" Do we all hate ourselves And resort to different means of coping Risky *** 8 tabs of acid a 27 hour trip Terrified in spirals of rainbows and skeletons Angrily playing the piano Producing music that may as well be spun gold Mozart's Sonata No.12 in F Major Perfection Not out of willingness Out of angriness Self expression Expression from pain We stare at violent images in museums and accept them as art Maybe they're really a cry for help Maybe the piece is meant to say "Help me, I'm dying in my mind." But we are too ignorant and blind and we think its imagination And it's really reality Prozac Nation was not made for consumption Nor for profit Because I can assure you that millions of people are changed by that book And it's not like Twilight or Harry Potter It's more It's the honest truth What everyone thinks they are but aren't The poem you're reading right now May be the cry for help I speak of The issue however remains A close minded society that doesn't want to accept the fact that so many of us are suffering

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC

manicsurvival

Self Hatred

Torn by societal views of right and wrong The voices that once spoke to me are nothing but a long droning sound Schizophrenics on a city bus screaming about being kidnaped and ***** and abandoned Mad men on the street banging on a mirror Yelling **** You!" only to say it to themselves And self loathing isn't specific to the mentally ill Or maybe it is Perhaps we're all mental Scars of teenagers disguised with bracelets Bruises covered in foundation Violence and danger and pain Self inflicted Glass glided against gentle skin Blood oozing out Only to produce a temporary high on endorphins But still A man banging on a mirror "I hate you" he screams "I hate you!" Do we all hate ourselves And resort to different means of coping Risky *** 8 tabs of acid a 27 hour trip Terrified in spirals of rainbows and skeletons Angrily playing the piano Producing music that may as well be spun gold Mozart's Sonata No.12 in F Major Perfection Not out of willingness Out of angriness Self expression Expression from pain We stare at violent images in museums and accept them as art Maybe they're really a cry for help Maybe the piece is meant to say "Help me, I'm dying in my mind." But we are too ignorant and blind and we think its imagination And it's really reality Prozac Nation was not made for consumption Nor for profit Because I can assure you that millions of people are changed by that book And it's not like Twilight or Harry Potter It's more It's the honest truth What everyone thinks they are but aren't The poem you're reading right now May be the cry for help I speak of The issue however remains A close minded society that doesn't want to accept the fact that so many of us are suffering

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North African English teachers Are so rare in Peru; However, I was sent right there By the Erasmus - EU. My adventures didn't even start When I felt strong unease; As if I was followed by some, Some dark and unseen breeze. My first day was ruined by a bite Happened in the toilet; I saw a shade in the mirror, Then, some tooth and eyelet. --- On my first day I got injured That was badly enough; However, the first day kept me A night just alike tough. Knock-knock-knock I heard on my door, The darkness was shallow; Knock-knock without answer, My guest was Diablo. I'd been never superstitious, Though, I believed in Jinns; Just as I was a believer Of many other things. --- Knock-knock-knock - for a hundred times, As if my head was' door; My fear' fulfilled with angriness, I faced the corridor. I got the door slowly ajar, A black claw might me seize; I snapped its hand and bring Quran, "It's time to Exorcise!" The demon tore the door crying, Of Quranic verses; The North African welcoming Has no demon versus.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC

benyapoesy

Exorseized Story

North African English teachers Are so rare in Peru; However, I was sent right there By the Erasmus - EU. My adventures didn't even start When I felt strong unease; As if I was followed by some, Some dark and unseen breeze. My first day was ruined by a bite Happened in the toilet; I saw a shade in the mirror, Then, some tooth and eyelet. --- On my first day I got injured That was badly enough; However, the first day kept me A night just alike tough. Knock-knock-knock I heard on my door, The darkness was shallow; Knock-knock without answer, My guest was Diablo. I'd been never superstitious, Though, I believed in Jinns; Just as I was a believer Of many other things. --- Knock-knock-knock - for a hundred times, As if my head was' door; My fear' fulfilled with angriness, I faced the corridor. I got the door slowly ajar, A black claw might me seize; I snapped its hand and bring Quran, "It's time to Exorcise!" The demon tore the door crying, Of Quranic verses; The North African welcoming Has no demon versus.

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Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 36 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem In my own presence, I sense myself void, Rage and angriness, Pride and unkind, Desirous and irresistible craving, where I lost myself. But when I am at ease in your divine presence, Oh my Beloved, I sense Myself absolute, As I properly grasp, myself with absolute Truth! Indeed, Oh my Beloved You are rightfully the Only One! (Al Ahad) And You are Universally The Truth! (Al Haqq) Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC

ahbk01

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 36

Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 36 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem In my own presence, I sense myself void, Rage and angriness, Pride and unkind, Desirous and irresistible craving, where I lost myself. But when I am at ease in your divine presence, Oh my Beloved, I sense Myself absolute, As I properly grasp, myself with absolute Truth! Indeed, Oh my Beloved You are rightfully the Only One! (Al Ahad) And You are Universally The Truth! (Al Haqq) Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019

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Let's agree to disagree , With the thoughts in my head , About you not me . You lie to decieve , You eat to get relief , And yet you still haven't paid me back my money, You ************* thief . You say you love me for who I am , But yet you have no time to be with me mam.

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC

Knoddology

Faults of angriness

Let's agree to disagree , With the thoughts in my head , About you not me . You lie to decieve , You eat to get relief , And yet you still haven't paid me back my money, You ************* thief . You say you love me for who I am , But yet you have no time to be with me mam.

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Why do you confuse me with your countless lie! I ask WHY! you touch me in such a way I use to love so much? Calling me with our own names we’ve created with laughter that filled the room? Stare at me as if I was the only one in your world with such unstable glazes that eyes across could see we had something! My own angriness is filling up with confusion that my vision is fading so fast? My health has decreased because of my own fault and yours because of the endless hours of sitting alone without your presents near me? It’s already hard enough being near you why do you have to make it harder and painful when you try to think I’m not hurting inside? I ask WHY! You should know how that feels, you’ve been in my shoes before So WHY do you think it’s ok if it’s me ? That just shows you really never cared a single bit for me, ever since we first saw each other. You really are one of a kind. Hope you enjoy your smart little friend there, ****

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May 8, 2012

May 8, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC

isabella-h

Why do you confuse me with your countless lie!

Why do you confuse me with your countless lie! I ask WHY! you touch me in such a way I use to love so much? Calling me with our own names we’ve created with laughter that filled the room? Stare at me as if I was the only one in your world with such unstable glazes that eyes across could see we had something! My own angriness is filling up with confusion that my vision is fading so fast? My health has decreased because of my own fault and yours because of the endless hours of sitting alone without your presents near me? It’s already hard enough being near you why do you have to make it harder and painful when you try to think I’m not hurting inside? I ask WHY! You should know how that feels, you’ve been in my shoes before So WHY do you think it’s ok if it’s me ? That just shows you really never cared a single bit for me, ever since we first saw each other. You really are one of a kind. Hope you enjoy your smart little friend there, ****

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I’m not a shadow of my former self, no  I’ve turned into my own shadow,  Never free to go,  Switched places with the one stalking me  It’s been so long, forgot how to be free  I represent the lack of sunlight,   So close but yet so far  I completely disappeared from the radar   People step on me, not realizing  It’s okay though, not really surprising  It doesn’t even hurt anymore  Because I’ve been down on the floor  For so long, trying to remember  Where I came from  The winter season is the worst, no sun  Which means for a second, I’m completely gone  Not even a trace, not even a glance  Scream for help now, it’s your last chance  I’m being swallowed up whole  Merging with other shadows  As my mind goes for a stroll   Please help me back up friend,  I wish to have colour again  Colour in my brain  Not just solid black or grey  That’s pretty much all I have to say  My only dream in life is to live  My mind I won’t forgive  For what it did to me  So desperate, set me free  I want to switch back, I belong up there  Not you,  I don’t deserve to be in despair   I want to have a peek, Keep getting close  But you’re always in the way  From your head to your toes  Blocking out the heat,  Blocking out the rays  Been down here a thousand days  I’m no longer physical  I’m being hypocritical  You should do this, seek assistance  Only to lengthen your existence  But here I am, sinking in quicksand  It’s really not going as planned   In my mind the shadow keeps growing  While I keep shrinking  I’m getting to the point where I stop thinking  About ever seeing light, ever being free  I know very well that I’m ill  But I’ll get through, I will  Surrounded by the vast nothingness  Angriness wins it from happiness  Evil beats good  Beating this thing? I thought I would   Please help me back up friend, I wish to have colour again  Colour in my brain  Not just solid black or grey  That’s pretty much all I have to say  My only dream in life is to live  My mind I won’t forgive  For what it did to me  So desperate, set me free  I want to switch back, I belong up there  Not you,  I don’t deserve to be in despair   I dodge the light, as if on purpose  But I can’t help it, feeling worthless  I was made to be invisible  The darkness makes me miserable  Need to break loose of this walking corpse  Trying to do so through these works   The shadow holds me by the throat  Writing these words, and I quote  “I won’t end you, just leave you breathless.”  Nothing good in there, not a message  It’s only the harsh truth, depression is drowning  In your own thoughts, your mind is shouting  In your ear, just make it stop  Pull the trigger and then I drop  Deafening silence, finally  And I lay there silently,   Lifeless  Now I’m free from this crisis  That occupied my head,  The only solution I figured out,  Now I’m dead.

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC

TheMeanBean

My Shadow

I’m not a shadow of my former self, no  I’ve turned into my own shadow,  Never free to go,  Switched places with the one stalking me  It’s been so long, forgot how to be free  I represent the lack of sunlight,   So close but yet so far  I completely disappeared from the radar   People step on me, not realizing  It’s okay though, not really surprising  It doesn’t even hurt anymore  Because I’ve been down on the floor  For so long, trying to remember  Where I came from  The winter season is the worst, no sun  Which means for a second, I’m completely gone  Not even a trace, not even a glance  Scream for help now, it’s your last chance  I’m being swallowed up whole  Merging with other shadows  As my mind goes for a stroll   Please help me back up friend,  I wish to have colour again  Colour in my brain  Not just solid black or grey  That’s pretty much all I have to say  My only dream in life is to live  My mind I won’t forgive  For what it did to me  So desperate, set me free  I want to switch back, I belong up there  Not you,  I don’t deserve to be in despair   I want to have a peek, Keep getting close  But you’re always in the way  From your head to your toes  Blocking out the heat,  Blocking out the rays  Been down here a thousand days  I’m no longer physical  I’m being hypocritical  You should do this, seek assistance  Only to lengthen your existence  But here I am, sinking in quicksand  It’s really not going as planned   In my mind the shadow keeps growing  While I keep shrinking  I’m getting to the point where I stop thinking  About ever seeing light, ever being free  I know very well that I’m ill  But I’ll get through, I will  Surrounded by the vast nothingness  Angriness wins it from happiness  Evil beats good  Beating this thing? I thought I would   Please help me back up friend, I wish to have colour again  Colour in my brain  Not just solid black or grey  That’s pretty much all I have to say  My only dream in life is to live  My mind I won’t forgive  For what it did to me  So desperate, set me free  I want to switch back, I belong up there  Not you,  I don’t deserve to be in despair   I dodge the light, as if on purpose  But I can’t help it, feeling worthless  I was made to be invisible  The darkness makes me miserable  Need to break loose of this walking corpse  Trying to do so through these works   The shadow holds me by the throat  Writing these words, and I quote  “I won’t end you, just leave you breathless.”  Nothing good in there, not a message  It’s only the harsh truth, depression is drowning  In your own thoughts, your mind is shouting  In your ear, just make it stop  Pull the trigger and then I drop  Deafening silence, finally  And I lay there silently,   Lifeless  Now I’m free from this crisis  That occupied my head,  The only solution I figured out,  Now I’m dead.

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Forgiveness is happiness. We are all locked up when our hearts are full of hatred and angriness. We are being negative about the person. You are having a good walk in yhe morning and you saw the person, your whole day was ruined. And you know what? You don't deserve that. You have to forgive to let go for yourself. Believe me, roads will be wider. You can now go to places where you haven't been before because of that person. You'll have peace. Inner silence. And the beauty when the dust settles will come to place. And that's what you deserve. /Feb 17 2016 11:00PM

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC

jubelle-elisan

Untitled

Forgiveness is happiness. We are all locked up when our hearts are full of hatred and angriness. We are being negative about the person. You are having a good walk in yhe morning and you saw the person, your whole day was ruined. And you know what? You don't deserve that. You have to forgive to let go for yourself. Believe me, roads will be wider. You can now go to places where you haven't been before because of that person. You'll have peace. Inner silence. And the beauty when the dust settles will come to place. And that's what you deserve. /Feb 17 2016 11:00PM

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Forgiveness is happiness. We are all locked up when our hearts are full of hatred and angriness. We are being negative about the person. You are having a good walk in yhe morning and you saw the person, your whole day was ruined. And you know what? You don't deserve that. You have to forgive to let go for yourself. Believe me, roads will be wider. You can now go to places where you haven't been before because of that person. You'll have peace. Inner silence. And the beauty when the dust settles will come to place. And that's what you deserve. /Feb 17 2016 11:00PM

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Feb 18, 2016

Feb 18, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC

jubelle-elisan

Unkey locks

Forgiveness is happiness. We are all locked up when our hearts are full of hatred and angriness. We are being negative about the person. You are having a good walk in yhe morning and you saw the person, your whole day was ruined. And you know what? You don't deserve that. You have to forgive to let go for yourself. Believe me, roads will be wider. You can now go to places where you haven't been before because of that person. You'll have peace. Inner silence. And the beauty when the dust settles will come to place. And that's what you deserve. /Feb 17 2016 11:00PM

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a cold night with hundreds of stars there we were trying to count the stars trying to find what's inside trying to understand what is this feeling in our heart. the acoustic guitar that you always play the sound of the piano that lingers in my heart the warmth of our hugs the memories in our heart we were clueless we were dumb but the love felt so real felt so calm. we were too young too innocent and too serious until everything messed up the glass in our hand shattered it dropped hard to the ground it left us with scars in our hand the story that we made didn't end with happiness neither it ended with angriness but it ended with laughter because we were just a child just a kid trying to find what is love.

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Dec 17, 2018

Dec 17, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC

maxel

Teenager in Love

a cold night with hundreds of stars there we were trying to count the stars trying to find what's inside trying to understand what is this feeling in our heart. the acoustic guitar that you always play the sound of the piano that lingers in my heart the warmth of our hugs the memories in our heart we were clueless we were dumb but the love felt so real felt so calm. we were too young too innocent and too serious until everything messed up the glass in our hand shattered it dropped hard to the ground it left us with scars in our hand the story that we made didn't end with happiness neither it ended with angriness but it ended with laughter because we were just a child just a kid trying to find what is love.

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