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"beutiful" poems
I feel asleep I dreamed beutiful dreams Dreams never dreamed before Dreams hiden in the background Dreams that opened my eyes Dreams that helped me survive I saw the ocean blue I saw the blue sky I saw the charming sun I saw the colorful garden I felt joy for freedom I felt joy for happiness I felt joy for opportunities I felt joy to be alive I fell asleep With the fright of waking up With the joy of felling life With the fright of loosing everything With the joy to know it hapened Even if it was only because i was asleep.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sleeping
*We never hang out anymore your allways with her has she replaced me as your true bestie apparantly because when she calls you run* **We never talk anymore We used to share everything we used to share secrets we used to  share jokes but when she's here you go** *We used to be like sisters We used to stay up all night We knew each other so well we started off so beutiful but when she says sister your gone with no words* **we arnt best friends anymore like the wind she swept you away that best friend stealer she made you go away like a river she drowned you in lies like the flu she spread rumors of me and you listend** I miss MY EX-BEST FRIEND**
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
MY EX-BEST FRIEND( I know its kind of messy my thoughts were scrambled but bare with me)
Procrastination, My fair lady, Why must you compel me To worship you When I have so many and so urgent things to do? Fine. So maybe it is not your fault. So I'm just lazy. Okay. But you are so tempting. Lulling me away from so many chores (Or a death by boredom - who can really tell?) Sometimes you offer me the prettiest of pictures, Sometimes the funniest of videos, Other times merely my bed and the ceiling, But more often books. Beautiful, beutiful books. So why should I scold you For taking my time When those are the hours I most lovely spent?
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
My lady
is humanity's ignorance pure disgustance or is it beautiful? it very well could be beautiful how much pain one human could endure yet its disgusting how humans thrive on the downfall of everything Or maybe us, humanity, is simply eveything or is it nothing?
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Disgustance or beutiful?
You're beutiful in every way. My love for you is never ending. You're eyes are navy green. You're smile is perfect in every way. You are every thing I want in a girl. You're dating someone that wouldn't treat you just right. If you give me a chance you will be very bright. But dont make me put up such a fight. With the touch of you're lips will make my day. Now lets just hope I behave. If you give me a chance it would be you're greatest day. I will make you feel like a wonderful princess. Expescially when I get my liceanse. I will always tell you I love you. Every night and day. I will kiss you and hug you until you tell me. But just give me a chance and I promise you will never regret.
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
The deepest of emotions
I wish I was in Zanzibar to walk upon its sand to feel the impressions of poems that explode within my palms and all the ink that baths upon and calls itself anew is but a shower of raging sunlight that drags my heart askew I wish I was in Zanzibar to walk upon its sand to feel his beutiful fingers entwined within my hand my arms stretch out above my head I really do love him But know that he is dead I wish I was in Zanzibar to feel its gentle waves its foam like Can Can dancers performing on a stage and one day soon I am going to have to go there and then they all will know that I am a boy, a mere pretender in slow motion in the show and here I will look for butterflies as I make my way to school and claim the part of intelligence or perhaps that of  fool I think in velvet red and dream of the day it will be me naked upon the stage I wish I was in Zanzibar to feel its gentle rage and put my palm to ink and pen and write upon its page I wish I was in Zanzibar its where I wish to go to play all day upon the sand and be in its strange and wonderful show
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
I wish I was In Zanzibar
He opened the door as so many times befor the old man not giving thought to a stranger inside in wait. His smell gave him away even in the darkness it's always that moment just befor that excite's me so. As his feeble hands flicked the switch he gave no thought to a intruder he only cursed the light. Godammit! I just bought that bulb! His voice like a memory lingred within my thoughts of hatred. The mouse was in the vypers cage and I thrived in knowing the strike would be savage in nature. He stumbbled his way to the kitchen and as he was met by only the promise of more darkness it was then he would hear my hiss. Hello Jim it's been so very long. His eye's were so perfect in there grasp of terror for he knew the devil well. Who's there? Get the hell outta my house I'll call the cops! I couldnt hide my laughter Oh Jim how can you call the cops When the phones dead besides didnt you miss me? I dont know what your talking about who the hell are you? The fear was a drug I knew his heart couldnt take much more but much like the phone he fumbled for it wasnt the only thing that would be left dead in this house. He staggred back blind was the mose that soon would know my fangs. My arms around wrapped around the weak old fool he let out a cry but I muffled it with leather glove. Oh dear uncle Jim dont you remember me? You said I was always your favorite you sick ******* ******* How many were there ? What's wrong are you scared good you ******* freak! I felt his body tremble just as helpless as he had made me feel You know old man it's only fitting I should **** you for so long ago you killed me. His withred lips began to speak my name but soon he felt the sting and the blood choked the sentance from his mouth. His throat slit I let the old man crawl painting his kitchen floor a crimsom of pure devilish delight. I dropped the phone in front of him and enjoyed as he in a last effort to survive dialed the numders the gurgling noise a sweet music to my ears. What's wrong Uncle Jim you seem so unhappy? He convulsed in the floor I watched my creator die in such a beutiful demise. The sound so sweet to hear my memories were washed clean my past was dead with the wrinkled old garbage in floor I drove the blade in agian thats for the past you I drove it in again thats for that helpless disgusting feeling of filth. I drove it deeper agian and agian blood painted me i was washed clean of his decay. How i love family get togathers
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC
What Lurks Inside
He opened the door as so many times befor the old man not giving thought to a stranger inside in wait. His smell gave him away even in the darkness it's always that moment just befor that excite's me so. As his feeble hands flicked the switch he gave no thought to a intruder he only cursed the light. Godammit! I just bought that bulb! His voice like a memory lingred within my thoughts of hatred. The mouse was in the vypers cage and I thrived in knowing the strike would be savage in nature. He stumbbled his way to the kitchen and as he was met by only the promise of more darkness it was then he would hear my hiss. Hello Jim it's been so very long. His eye's were so perfect in there grasp of terror for he knew the devil well. Who's there? Get the hell outta my house I'll call the cops! I couldnt hide my laughter Oh Jim how can you call the cops When the phones dead besides didnt you miss me? I dont know what your talking about who the hell are you? The fear was a drug I knew his heart couldnt take much more but much like the phone he fumbled for it wasnt the only thing that would be left dead in this house. He staggred back blind was the mose that soon would know my fangs. My arms around wrapped around the weak old fool he let out a cry but I muffled it with leather glove. Oh dear uncle Jim dont you remember me? You said I was always your favorite you sick ******* ******* How many were there ? What's wrong are you scared good you ******* freak! I felt his body tremble just as helpless as he had made me feel You know old man it's only fitting I should **** you for so long ago you killed me. His withred lips began to speak my name but soon he felt the sting and the blood choked the sentance from his mouth. His throat slit I let the old man crawl painting his kitchen floor a crimsom of pure devilish delight. I dropped the phone in front of him and enjoyed as he in a last effort to survive dialed the numders the gurgling noise a sweet music to my ears. What's wrong Uncle Jim you seem so unhappy? He convulsed in the floor I watched my creator die in such a beutiful demise. The sound so sweet to hear my memories were washed clean my past was dead with the wrinkled old garbage in floor I drove the blade in agian thats for the past you I drove it in again thats for that helpless disgusting feeling of filth. I drove it deeper agian and agian blood painted me i was washed clean of his decay. How i love family get togathers
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death thats what i want feel the warmth of my own blood leaking out of my own body knowing i went out the way i wanted sounds good but thats just it it sounds good i could go with my wrists id fell my blood driping down my hands i could paint a pice of art let it happen slow that sounds good or my neck i could choke on my own blood drown in it fell it fill my lungs choking me slowly but thats what life is right it just chokes you up untill that day you give out well thats the day im waiting for thats the day we all wait for so should i cut my wrists paint a beutiful picture in my own blood feel myself slowly slip away or cut my neck and drown in my own blood so witch will it be? i just want to die but really nobody gives a ****
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
I just want to die
empty life , no joy no love even all those friends in my empty life till i meet one person ; felt so happy makes me feel better ; makes me feel the life we spent the most beutiful moments ever he is my best friend..my best friend he's like the sun shine.. he back the smile to me every time i feel sad he back the love when i'm broken at two he back the joy when i'm not fine he's my best friend..my best friend i promise that you are in my heart forever i promise that i renember you all the time i promise that i'll give  the world for you because you are my best friend <3
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
My Best Friend .
the world is filled with beautiful things others die just to allow their kids to dream A boy is allowed to walk because someone dared to think But a beautiful world is not in my dream's Silence is deadly as far as I'm concerned My minds filled with beautiful words I write the truth nothing more Cover up the deadly the sick and the depressed All so you don't have a heavy heart inside your chest you've devoted your time to playing video games im sorry that I act this way but my words do speak the truth the world is beautiful but I owe my beautiful world to you kind as you are I don't know much your catholic your not its not a big deal but I know you like fallout boy and your American flag pants you wore your sisters shirt and you wore a 1920's hat your suspenders are red and you like to excel You don't like drama and your kind of introverted your eyes are brown and you have no idea how bad im hurting but ill put it aside all just to Keep you happy because without you I don't know if I could keep lasting
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
Beutiful world
shining star in a beutiful sky up my eyes looking at you feel so high i always try to hide my love but you don't know that you are my drug very special drug crazy but strong i've never felt like this before but i always want more you tell me about what's in your heart and i hope is true and right you said or did crazy stuf but i've never said this is enaught when you smile my whole world stop for a while i love the way you are i can't find the right words to explain what i feel about you but i have three honest words to tell you that i love you
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
shining star
Tomorrow I'm going to the lighthouse And I'm going to draw all the beautiful things I see Because people don't take enough time to see it They don't see the ocean as an enormous creature They see it as a place to lounge and capture food They don't see clouds as beutiful gigantic structures They see a shield from their precious sun People don't understand the beauty around them People are so indulged in luxury and technology That all they see are things they want to see And the beautiful things are trapped behind the selfish human mind
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Tomorrow
Dress of mist about a beutiful mountain Where the grace around trees is only black Where candles can glow a hundred miles Standing in my doorway I could see you dancing in the fog The thread of spirit Was lost in the fall of a rock And winter made me wrap my coat about me Where the shame of wind burns my face And tears turn to crystal Where fire makes my heart loose its grip And the thick paycheck And the handful of lotto tickets Standing in the light A cigarette turns to ash in my hand Black in my lungs Eat Feast Maul my heart Starving For fire For the black I twist your fingers in my hand Moon Bright enough to shine Until the sun forgets To turn the trees green And tells a time of shattered sunsets In which I am alone on my doorstep And you dance like a spirit of green
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
Black
crackers bursting across the earth we heard the loud cries of his birth it was just like yesterday when you made our lives to bright from grey i had the best time with you which i not knew untill days swiftly flew time is very cruel everyone has to go someday,thats life's rule every morning,i wake up gaze at the morning twilght "Isn't this so beutiful or is just my eyesight?" Memories may haunt but still the best shall i highlight chereished moments ere you left was a unforgetable gift recalling our lives together bring back happy and sad a tear we did none be fogotten what together we share They come yonder and leave but thou art special because thou art full of meaning and real which forever shall i belive I shan't see thou ever after I shall tresure your every laughter Now,I say goodbye, 2010 Wish the next is good as you, my dearest friend.
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
Farewell 2010
What is wrong with me? Am I a fiend Why is this the most beutiful thing I have ever seen A body falling like a rose petal Ending in a flower of twisted metal A death so horrible it was a crime Jumping of the tallest building of the time What pain must of bin going through her heart And yet I sit and watch her like a piece of art The Dress All the stress All the finesse All the chaos to make such a perfect mess An image I will never unsee **** what is wrong with me?
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
A Sensual Suicide
You and I Wove a beutiful tapestry all the right colors in all the right places but there is this red string of lie that got woven in unseen by me and when I saw it and pulled it the whole tapestry fell apart. And part of me wants to weave it right back from the start.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
The Travesty of You and Me
some can say hope is beutiful maybe it is in times of when hope is your last reason for taking that last breath, or of not jumping off that bridge, maybe it is in thoose circumstances, but when you you hope for oh so long, hope becomes nothing but you believeing in some pathetic idea, and maybe when you tell someone this pathetic idea they say " that's so normal though! how can you hope for that?" that's when you know you arn't right anymore. That somethings wrong with you. when relizing that hope for you is something the average person thinks is normal, something the avergae person feels every day. expierences everyday. when you relize hope, is truly some pathetic overused idea of your. Your hope has turned into something disgusting, when you hope for a true smile, one that you don't have to fake , a true laugh just once, that is what hope does to some people. ey are at the end of their to short rope and they hope. but you can only hope for so long. and after you are done hoping what is left? faking everyday for the rest of your life to fulfil someone elses idea's expectations for you? inwhich at this point death becomes so exotic and wonderful. and after you first think that thought, of death being the true answer, you don't care anymore or you just start caring about EVERYTHING and every point off of a one hundred kills you, when every inisult from him starts tearing at your flesh, when evert thought of yours isn't "good" starts to ich ever so much more, when every glance that isn't a good one makes you feel o so ****** death really does become your most faverable topic then, and people wonder why you are the way you are. stop wondering and simply look at their ****** expressions, simply listen to what they say, simply try for them.
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
Simply
some can say hope is beutiful maybe it is in times of when hope is your last reason for taking that last breath, or of not jumping off that bridge, maybe it is in thoose circumstances, but when you you hope for oh so long, hope becomes nothing but you believeing in some pathetic idea, and maybe when you tell someone this pathetic idea they say " that's so normal though! how can you hope for that?" that's when you know you arn't right anymore. That somethings wrong with you. when relizing that hope for you is something the average person thinks is normal, something the avergae person feels every day. expierences everyday. when you relize hope, is truly some pathetic overused idea of your. Your hope has turned into something disgusting, when you hope for a true smile, one that you don't have to fake , a true laugh just once, that is what hope does to some people. ey are at the end of their to short rope and they hope. but you can only hope for so long. and after you are done hoping what is left? faking everyday for the rest of your life to fulfil someone elses idea's expectations for you? inwhich at this point death becomes so exotic and wonderful. and after you first think that thought, of death being the true answer, you don't care anymore or you just start caring about EVERYTHING and every point off of a one hundred kills you, when every inisult from him starts tearing at your flesh, when evert thought of yours isn't "good" starts to ich ever so much more, when every glance that isn't a good one makes you feel o so ****** death really does become your most faverable topic then, and people wonder why you are the way you are. stop wondering and simply look at their ****** expressions, simply listen to what they say, simply try for them.
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I hunger for your love, my love But yet you feed me rocks And other cold hard facts. I thirst for your affirmation Yet suffer the tyranny of Mouthfulls of biast statements Contradicting my hopes I want to kiss you and, Crawl into your bed at night Listen to your euphoric shrieks Because like your childhood bedbugs I also sometime playfully bite. But your scientific mind is Veining over my beutiful Dreams Of guns and roses And other lucid stimulus. I love you, okay Three words not even your Verbose tongue could complicate. Maybe that's why. Maybe love is a concept your Rational mind feels threatened by And thus conceals all pulsating Emotion By diction and intelectual *********** I hate you for that. For killing my cat. For raising my suspicion. I hate you for not loving me. And not acting normally. Always being formally ... cold and undefined
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
When you don't love me
The girl i like ... is beutiful .. Like a motorbike.. But not Ducati... She moving softly Like a motorbike But not Yamaha . Neither Harley... She is more like British bike. Triumph .. I like her sound. I like her shiny armours.. And ride..??? Ooo...what a ride.. Smooth and silky.. And..what a bike.. God... is beutiful and shiny.. I know she maybe like the man .. The rider .. Her own Dark ... Ghost rider.. Maybe ..? Me.?
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
Exotic motorbike.
One day you will not be same One day you will be the one reading this One day you will be judging the actions of others one day is just 24 hours Time flies even when your with the most beutiful flowers One day you will think back on the mistakes you did on your track which made you correct them and sticked to you like gum to never again make that mistake thats called experiece.
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Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
One day
Orange light Orange light illuminate me Ooh ooh ooh Stars and Planets around me Ooh ooh ooh Cosmos very beutiful And his beauty **** me Mars Mars Mars illuminate me Ooh ooh ooh Maars Maars Mars illuminate me Ooh ooh ooh 2016
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
Mars illuminate me.
I am getting graceful It is moon night full How feel breeze beams Moonlit night what a scene I loving your feeling The moon light, like a dreaming Ohh , i am gazing the stars tearing the darkness the spark Little sparkle having a great energy A beutiful night feel a intoxication Let's come to me And get it hug me I feel the cool air Want to drink like cold beer In this intoxicated night I miss you , i miss you
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
The moon light