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I know that I will never marry Jimmy Fallon or Donald Glover or Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I know that despite the myths, Brussels sprouts taste awesome. I know that one too many tequila shots will automatically turn you into a philosopher. I know that the sun sets in the East and rises in the West (or is it the other way around?) I know that I am most happiest when I'm surrounded by amazing friends in the unseasonably warm March sun and a banjo is playing. I know that a smile straightens everything out. I know that although you can't forget the past, you can't let it dictate your future. I know that having *** for the first time is weird, and so is **** I know that my hair is golden, my eyes are blue and I will never be stick-thin as hard as I try. I know that there are 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week and 12 months in a year. But it never seems to be enough time to figure out who you are. I know that people come and go but those that love and care for you will stay glued next to you no matter what. I know that as much as it hurts, you will get over love. I know that I will never have the courage to rap publicly. I know that Kim Kardashian's *** is most likely not real. I know that travel truly broadens the mind. I know that I'm insecure and over analytical and anxious and easily frustrated. But I know that I'm also passionate and determined and a hopeless romantic and a picky eater and a restless sleeper. And above all: I know that when I look at you I see past your eyes. I know that when you're around I smile wider and laugh louder and flip my hair more often. I know I dress nicer to remind you how beautiful you think I am. I know that I forget to inhale and that the butterfly on my shoulder has to fly up to my ear and remind me to breathe. I know that I care about you more than anyone. I know that I let you into every pore of my body, every opening: my heart, my head, my... I know that I am willing to jump in with my whole body and risk being drenched in water for you. I know that I can make you as happy as you make me But I know that you're scared and vulnerable and hurt But if I'm sure of anything (and mind you, I'm not sure of much) I know that I will hurt and be afraid and breathe with you to make you love me.
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Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
10 Things I Know to be True
I know that I will never marry Jimmy Fallon or Donald Glover or Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I know that despite the myths, Brussels sprouts taste awesome. I know that one too many tequila shots will automatically turn you into a philosopher. I know that the sun sets in the East and rises in the West (or is it the other way around?) I know that I am most happiest when I'm surrounded by amazing friends in the unseasonably warm March sun and a banjo is playing. I know that a smile straightens everything out. I know that although you can't forget the past, you can't let it dictate your future. I know that having *** for the first time is weird, and so is **** I know that my hair is golden, my eyes are blue and I will never be stick-thin as hard as I try. I know that there are 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week and 12 months in a year. But it never seems to be enough time to figure out who you are. I know that people come and go but those that love and care for you will stay glued next to you no matter what. I know that as much as it hurts, you will get over love. I know that I will never have the courage to rap publicly. I know that Kim Kardashian's *** is most likely not real. I know that travel truly broadens the mind. I know that I'm insecure and over analytical and anxious and easily frustrated. But I know that I'm also passionate and determined and a hopeless romantic and a picky eater and a restless sleeper. And above all: I know that when I look at you I see past your eyes. I know that when you're around I smile wider and laugh louder and flip my hair more often. I know I dress nicer to remind you how beautiful you think I am. I know that I forget to inhale and that the butterfly on my shoulder has to fly up to my ear and remind me to breathe. I know that I care about you more than anyone. I know that I let you into every pore of my body, every opening: my heart, my head, my... I know that I am willing to jump in with my whole body and risk being drenched in water for you. I know that I can make you as happy as you make me But I know that you're scared and vulnerable and hurt But if I'm sure of anything (and mind you, I'm not sure of much) I know that I will hurt and be afraid and breathe with you to make you love me.
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The night has been commissioned to awaken in me the ubiquitous longing for your touch. The mindlessness consumes me when I wander from dream to dream, fantasizing the ever after that’ll mysteriously become present once you touch. The exuberant charm in every swipe of the breeze broadens a smile, reminding me of the endless passion for good humor and intense delight that you decree in large measures whilst I quail in love. It is diabolical, this game you play of keeping in shadows while I wither, in the unremitting glare of the sun that keeps me on the banks of the dark lake leaving me with only a few drops to wet my hand. I will implore to have an end to this ceaseless battle of restraint and abandon, But am only left with a tremulous belief, it is all not false what I see, in the glorious mist that night casts, I do not only sleep.
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
Phantom Lover
Sometimes I sit and I ask myself selfish questions important to me, Me Alone. They aren't all very deep. But all of them, Are about me. Sometimes, it is something I wish I had or that I feel I need. If my scope broadens As it has in occasion I think about another Gone. Now. These thoughts are full circle Back to me. How I miss them If they think of me? if I ever will see them again? Why they left me? So selfish, not to want As I want. When they are all I seem to think about. How lonely it is for Me. Why make Me feel This way. Nobody ever thinks, About Me. Me. Me. Me.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
Ego
His eyes squinted carefully scanning three hazy photos taken in black and white undated of two mountains rising behind a bridge crossing a river Was it France? Arizona, Dakota Probably not Dakota Few hills there Maybe along the Danube Yet no signs of vineyards along the river banks Travel broadens one with indistinct memories Places that inspired yesterday and today remain as slight fabrics and experiences absorbed and fuzzy resting in a corner of his mind
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Blurry Photos
Some lack the intelligence to question. Successfully saturated in meaningless pleasure. Content with the everyday. Is the answer found in ignorance? In Bliss? No, it is only constant escape. A blindfold of euphoria. The alpha enjoys life but never feels the need to understand fully. In this new age there are those. Those who bestow false titles on themselves. Titles to distract for what they deem is personal happiness. Happiness is a chemical distraction. The avoidance of happiness lays bare the foundations of life. Depression broadens the mind but overwhelms the individual. Substance expands the mind. New thoughts, new processes. The key is not found in fungi. Through it, the introduction to the question is bestowed.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
The Answer in Pleasure?
***"To all the fallen Kids, Heroes and Sheroes that fell victim to the massacre of June 16 1960, Sharpeville, Soweto… Callings for new Seeds and Haloes, we pray for new Victors and Messiahs…coz still we ask “So where to?”*** Worthy knowledge deserves the one who will acknowledge, it found another, he was in shortage, threatened, he found joy in carnage. Retaliation turned sour, as we shed tears for fallen heroes. Rest in peace to all the Petersens, the Malcolms and the Bikos. Great minds edify and think beyond limits and sky. This systematic routine of life laced with politics and economy infiltrates us numb, living in a liberated space and yet at times feeling so dumb. To equip oneself with the truth, the past, broadens the mind with a quality that will seize to last. A continent, must be God’s definition of art, beautifully authentic ancient dark civilization…envy must’ve burned the heart. Propaganda made victims, a disease intended to chronic; now all that’s seen is reversed conscious, invincible and sonic. Pride is you, continent, head up, chest up, we becoming confident. Mother of the soil shining naturally yet shining somewhat redundancy. Reconciliation over retribution, an astounding virtue, still forging a social democracy. Peace will be hard to find in this pandemonium world. True healing comes from divine providence, I was told. Male and female, human beings, we need to perceive each other like nature, true identity knows no stranger.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
Edify (...dedication to the Massacre of June 16 1960, Sharpeville, Soweto)
***"To all the fallen Kids, Heroes and Sheroes that fell victim to the massacre of June 16 1960, Sharpeville, Soweto… Callings for new Seeds and Haloes, we pray for new Victors and Messiahs…coz still we ask “So where to?”*** Worthy knowledge deserves the one who will acknowledge, it found another, he was in shortage, threatened, he found joy in carnage. Retaliation turned sour, as we shed tears for fallen heroes. Rest in peace to all the Petersens, the Malcolms and the Bikos. Great minds edify and think beyond limits and sky. This systematic routine of life laced with politics and economy infiltrates us numb, living in a liberated space and yet at times feeling so dumb. To equip oneself with the truth, the past, broadens the mind with a quality that will seize to last. A continent, must be God’s definition of art, beautifully authentic ancient dark civilization…envy must’ve burned the heart. Propaganda made victims, a disease intended to chronic; now all that’s seen is reversed conscious, invincible and sonic. Pride is you, continent, head up, chest up, we becoming confident. Mother of the soil shining naturally yet shining somewhat redundancy. Reconciliation over retribution, an astounding virtue, still forging a social democracy. Peace will be hard to find in this pandemonium world. True healing comes from divine providence, I was told. Male and female, human beings, we need to perceive each other like nature, true identity knows no stranger.
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You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom slowly broadens down From precedent to precedent: Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees to fullness wrought, The strength of some diffusive thought Should banded unions persecute Opinion, and induce a time When single thought is civil crime, And individual freedom mute; Tho' Power should make from land to land The name of Britain trebly great-- Tho' every channel of the State Should fill and choke with golden sand-- Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth, Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky, And I will see before I die The palms and temples of the South.
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You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease
#I too will go to you, says the son to the face of the father. He broadens his smile thin and gathering dust for long as if to acknowledge he always knew one day his son would stand before him resigned and weary willing to join on his route. The son sees his father's lips move in the briefest prayer.. Welcome.#
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Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
Route
THANKFUL A PEACEFUL WAY TO BE BROADENS OUR VISION FOR THE NEXT DESTINATION WE WILL SOON SEE THANK YOU
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
YOU
Music broadens Perimeters of the brain Propels emotion At times it instigates intelligence Other times it broadens The horizons of going insane Afterall this life is but a walk On an invisible chain We sway from side to side One side secured and mundane The other side Wise and  insane It is up to each individual What he will choose to maintain Where does your brain sustain?
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
PERIMETERS OF THE BRAIN
The Tao gave rise to Te. Tao gave rise to Chi. We are Chi in Te in Tao. We are Te in Chi in Tao. Chi binds Te and Tao. as Te binds Chi and Tao. Our 'soul' is as a prism (chi) to the light of the Tao which scatters through our prism into the spectacle of Te which we observe and manipulate. Through cultivation of Chi (T'ai Chi) our prism becomes more pure and our spectrum broadens and comes into focus. We become all as all becomes one.* *It is only once one sees that all is connected that one can become detached, yet one with the all.
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 4:53 AM UTC
T'ai Chi
The revolution that burst out the rose of wind in the sand, And for which Anemone bled in the field Is now led by grave wisdom Filling our lungs with incense’s rotten fume … Birds are alarmed by the hissing of the leaves The mole broadens the strategy of the pit, And announces today the birth of his (nightly) ninety-ninth party While, from a thousand sheds, echoes Surat The Merciful.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
A Due Description of the Tunisian Revolution
Tireless hours fleeting away with more vigor now than before Tedium, wallowing helplessly, while I use my pick and keep digging I’m digging to find the hidden agenda, the reason for me to survive I’m digging to bury my past incarnation, I’m digging to conceal my life My actions don’t follow me, they’ve blocked off the exit from the mine And the shafts that hold the lumbering earth at bay seem indifferent My self is the true menace It despises my flesh and recants my existence It lunges at me in the darkness, striking at me with its claws My eyes glow ice blue in the reflection when I see him And I tepidly back into the wall As clods first break off and larger chunks follow The grey skin of my self shimmers and the beast broadens its shoulders He pounces as the ground crashes in all around us My death is his beginning
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Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Nirwana
Moon, monstrous, You illumine the Dark, and through despair and woe, you hide from our hearts, whence we seek you. Eons past, that you derive from us, yet you shall last and yet control, as a plus. Moon, empty! Your shape revolves such as a ball that spins loftily in display. but as our appreciation develops, and our knowledge broadens, you shrink when we may not see you. Moon, Terrible! Man seeks your shape for tourism! Yet your patience remains high, it must go thin, and the powers invested in you, will timely be unleashed as though a tsunami, that crashes upon a beach, and surges forth liquid concrete upon the hosts of Earth. Yet, you remain patient, but patient, for what? Why do you stay yourself, You do not come to us, though you were born, you be born from man, and the theory true, shall outlast your span "Man made of equal, if another thing makes, must return to the maker, lest the maker unmakes." so why. Why do you remain, in starry night void? O Moon, you are wise, and powerful, I think, sometimes, staring out my window, into the cold black-winter of space, "Moon, I see you" And feel excited, then perversely fall asleep.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
Moon
Why bother with math, When English is more exciting? Why do the same old thing, When English broadens your horizons Imagination is set free, Leading to plentiful ideas That will expand into our future, Effecting our daily lives. You say math is the basis of life, But that is a lie. What is math without English? Without ideas, math is nothing. Numbers go to waste, Science would never be put to the test, History would be long forgotten. English is the basis of life, Nothing more. For without ideas, Where would our world be?
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
the beginnings of a poetry debate...
I'm not coming back no more vain rebellions hello to nothing from the inquisitor of nothing no ones home but shapeless shadows cutting across mysteries of multiple worlds an empty head so patient ghost moon my legs aren't tired anymore here in the undergrowth of slugs slides and slime whispering hymns needle green buoyant belly on the rings of night libation of death apprehending the void dissolving doom broadens to immensity like a light flicks on wonder wave no death for the dead they could care less nearby in endlessness stretched out on a couch spumed mouth papyrus frail creature of black steps waking will not raise burnt wings where I lived and was broken noon day demons lost I dangle from a nightingale floor burning hair waves windless linking one self with the other like night with day gales of dreams falling lulls weave me together like a thorne bridge knits fate hand over red hand mind of winter now I inhabit you slain and shaken
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
Mortician's Kiss Goodbye
I have bee through what others seem to say tragedies, however, I could not image being so small minded as many are, without pure struggle of existence. The bad things are what toughens your skin and soul. It broadens your mind and ambitions. It moves you. There will be bad but, the good is ******* good.
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
Cannot have good, without the bad.
If my words could paint you in colour They'd portray no saint, nor scholar I'd hazard to say That to paint you this way Would do you and I no favours I'll savour- the best of you always And all your little ways In all your raggedy, shaggedy Scrawny glory Charmless charming, harmless How you could tell a good story All the while That cheeky smile Broadens wide Up mostly the left side of your face At the insulting joke you just cracked Humour was one thing you never lacked That scruffy beard that You'd shave once a year It was rare you'd be seen All trimmed and pristine Your footie shirts all bright and baggy Hang loose on thin frame- all saggy I'm always reminded Of your pose when confounded Skinny shoulders shrugged up pinned up to your jaw line That bottom lip pouted out, image burned in my mind When was the first time You stood on the sideline And ignited unmatched passion? Flaming crazed enthusiasm Your supreme love for that game An infatuation that bordered on insane! You could have every detail memorised You could recount, recite and itemise Every player, every score, you knew it all My word did you love football! You loved animals too, The farmer’s life would’ve suited you Wish you could go back and stay Somewhere you could drive tractors all day It was easy to lose sight of you Both you and I sometimes lost you from view Now I won't let go of you ever But we must let go of guilt forever Remember good times we shared Times we both showed we cared Your good heart was easy to find When you were clear in mind The imprint you've left on my soul Makes me a better me, makes whole My life now has a hole that I cannot fill But my heart always had you And always will
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
Holding on
If my words could paint you in colour They'd portray no saint, nor scholar I'd hazard to say That to paint you this way Would do you and I no favours I'll savour- the best of you always And all your little ways In all your raggedy, shaggedy Scrawny glory Charmless charming, harmless How you could tell a good story All the while That cheeky smile Broadens wide Up mostly the left side of your face At the insulting joke you just cracked Humour was one thing you never lacked That scruffy beard that You'd shave once a year It was rare you'd be seen All trimmed and pristine Your footie shirts all bright and baggy Hang loose on thin frame- all saggy I'm always reminded Of your pose when confounded Skinny shoulders shrugged up pinned up to your jaw line That bottom lip pouted out, image burned in my mind When was the first time You stood on the sideline And ignited unmatched passion? Flaming crazed enthusiasm Your supreme love for that game An infatuation that bordered on insane! You could have every detail memorised You could recount, recite and itemise Every player, every score, you knew it all My word did you love football! You loved animals too, The farmer’s life would’ve suited you Wish you could go back and stay Somewhere you could drive tractors all day It was easy to lose sight of you Both you and I sometimes lost you from view Now I won't let go of you ever But we must let go of guilt forever Remember good times we shared Times we both showed we cared Your good heart was easy to find When you were clear in mind The imprint you've left on my soul Makes me a better me, makes whole My life now has a hole that I cannot fill But my heart always had you And always will
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My verse is free ****** malleable, ever changing From sadness, to peace The cavernous confines expand And my heart is lit aflame My words are simple Visions, prophesies, fortunes From death, to life The time between dilates And my soul is lit aflame My tone is steady Musical, poetic, evolving From anger, to gratitude The space between magnifies And my voice is lit aflame My steps are fast Running, wild, assured From sedation, to waking The road in front broadens My body is lit aflame
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
Lit Aflame
Reading takes you places It ignites the imagination Broadens your mind And enlightens the sensation Reading gives you a vision and a purpose Along with knowledge and understanding Enjoy the journey with literature So you can achieve and be outstanding
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
Reading Takes You Places
I don't fear Betrayal, for it broadens my understanding on Trust. I don't fear Enemies, for they were once Friends. I don't fear Hate, for it is envy disguised as Love. I don't fear Pain, for it's unpleasant sensation gives me Pleasure. I don't fear Hunger, for it is a shadow of Satiation. I don't fear Death, for it is freedom from the troubles of Life. I don't fear Sadness, for it opens my soul to yearn for Happiness. I don't fear Wars, for they are conflicts that bring Peace. I don't fear Failures, for they are simply the foundation of Success. I don't fear the Dark, for is the hidden form of Light. I don't fear the Future, for my present made peace with my Past. What I fear is being Fearless, for fear is afraid of itself like I am afraid of Myself.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Hello Fear!
The stars twinkle in the beautiful sky tonight Four stand out To my eyes Show me beautiful sights The first star is The brightest in the sky In the deep and dark night Looks perfectly shaped Perfect Makes me feel that inside Some time we miss When the sky does not align with my eye This second is The most gorgeous star in the sky Looks can fly And they do through my eyes Once my eyes go inside The lack of depth It appears Dark at the heart Deceives does this beautiful shooting star This star Number three Illuminates me It does not always appear Flickers with light In the blackened sky When it does shine Its so bright It hurts my insides I bask in the light Makes me ache I miss this star some times The last star is unusually small in size Sparkles from afar Lights up my eye Slowly building trust Knowing its always there What I need to find is my sunshine The sun that shines consistently through the sky Finds its way through the darkest clouds Creating spotlight where ever she shines Enhancing colours Takes my breath away Impregnates Feelings Displaying different experiences Helps me to create Broadens my insides Helps me fight To see the light And beauty in all that surrounds How sweet she sounds I will wait until your found My beautiful sunshine
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
Four stars