"buu" poems - Hello Poetry

Kadam yaadon ke ghere mein Mera jab bhi kabhi padta Woh aalam yaad aata tha Woh aangan yaad aata tha Woh dopahar mein gulmohar Pe chadna yaad aata tha Gulaabon, phal wa phoolon ka Mehekna yaad aata tha... Subah koyal ki ku ku ka Woh shor o gul tha yaad aata Agasi par tanhayi ka Woh kona yaad aata tha Har ek pal ki kahani thi Woh dastaanon ka har lamha Us chaukhat ka har ek paththar Har zarra yaad aata tha Falak par hi to hota hai Tasawwur e irum aksar Sama ki sar Zameen par tha Jo "Firdaus" yaad aata tha Padosi ka sulook e khair Woh rishta yaad aata tha Padosi ka hi phir hum par Nishaana yaad aata tha Woh kaalapan woh sannata Woh buu e Raakh ka uthna Mere armanon ke ghar ka Jalana yaad aata tha 'Ain' ashq ab behta hai to kya Mita to yeh nahi sakta Khalish e qalb ka woh pal Jo aksar yaad aata tha....

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC

Ain

Ghar yaad aata tha.....

Kadam yaadon ke ghere mein Mera jab bhi kabhi padta Woh aalam yaad aata tha Woh aangan yaad aata tha Woh dopahar mein gulmohar Pe chadna yaad aata tha Gulaabon, phal wa phoolon ka Mehekna yaad aata tha... Subah koyal ki ku ku ka Woh shor o gul tha yaad aata Agasi par tanhayi ka Woh kona yaad aata tha Har ek pal ki kahani thi Woh dastaanon ka har lamha Us chaukhat ka har ek paththar Har zarra yaad aata tha Falak par hi to hota hai Tasawwur e irum aksar Sama ki sar Zameen par tha Jo "Firdaus" yaad aata tha Padosi ka sulook e khair Woh rishta yaad aata tha Padosi ka hi phir hum par Nishaana yaad aata tha Woh kaalapan woh sannata Woh buu e Raakh ka uthna Mere armanon ke ghar ka Jalana yaad aata tha 'Ain' ashq ab behta hai to kya Mita to yeh nahi sakta Khalish e qalb ka woh pal Jo aksar yaad aata tha....

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What is a Nervous Condition? A condition that will ingulf your life and control your every single thought. Making you feel usless and self-consious... My nervous condition is constantly feeling inferior and that I'm worthless and a **** up... I jus' want to be normal. Buu' these voice refuse to let me be...

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC

amethyst-nele

My nervous condition

What is a Nervous Condition? A condition that will ingulf your life and control your every single thought. Making you feel usless and self-consious... My nervous condition is constantly feeling inferior and that I'm worthless and a **** up... I jus' want to be normal. Buu' these voice refuse to let me be...

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"What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind? That big grey matter." Lyricism in abundance Dear Ocean, Continue your Orange Haze Flipping Channel in Sierra Leone Only to Start Thinking About You Sweet Life is all but in our grasp We're Super Rich Kids but this isn't Just Money Pyramids to hold our possessions We should make sure we use Fertilizer On the lawn before we go Crack Rock dear Pilot Jones Let's get Lost until we see White skies and Monks Following a Bad Religion Forrest Gump will meet Us at the End Tell us what life is, Frank, One more time.

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC

m-clement

Majin Buu

"What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind? That big grey matter." Lyricism in abundance Dear Ocean, Continue your Orange Haze Flipping Channel in Sierra Leone Only to Start Thinking About You Sweet Life is all but in our grasp We're Super Rich Kids but this isn't Just Money Pyramids to hold our possessions We should make sure we use Fertilizer On the lawn before we go Crack Rock dear Pilot Jones Let's get Lost until we see White skies and Monks Following a Bad Religion Forrest Gump will meet Us at the End Tell us what life is, Frank, One more time.

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I remember not looking for a place, but a home. A home in which i wouldnt live in, but feel alive. If we can say as such im much more the interior architect at heart. I see the foundation for what it is and if it needs it, i fortify it by all means necessary. You are my home and im in love with your walls. You allowed me to cross the threshold of your hearts door….understood that the previous tenants once had keys but youve changed the locks every time they stopped moving you. I understood that you let your lawn grow freely cause you never thought id pay a visit; ill always look through and into the shattered windows to your soul and ignite your sides with roses. I remember after i saw the foundation, all of my attention went to the roof; the most imporant part of the home, your dome where everything roams: The squirrel who only wants a nut. The flowers you give yourself. The light as well as the darkness you let in. How you feel so immensely yet you couldnt help any of it at the time. Its fine. So i grab my toolbox, park my car and live in within you as i rebuild you. A haunting. These walls talk. I am not frightened. Im grounded in my own spirituality that i can light my blunts with self immolated monks and still kick funk for the **** of it; im enlightened and delighted to work in you with you. Now….ive cut myself on shattered glass. Ive fallen through your floors. I couldnt get doors to open and wouldnt close the ones that kept opening. I smile and do my work. I encouraged the dinners by candle or lantern light, just to show you how beautiful you truly are in the darkest and loneliest of times. I slept on your floors while the ressurection of your heartbeat gave me reassurance that you found out you werent alone. To me you were an apparition i wanted to know and give peace, to you i was the uninvited looking for thrills. We saw one another and the possessions again. Your walls…..neon majin buu vice grips with lips i love to kiss. Your walls and eternal hallway of life id give my own to live in. Your walls where we will ultimately hang up family potraits we are creating right now. I am proud to say i live here now, within and with you. I see old tenants saying how beautiful you look…..asking about how much work i put in…..how much they missed the memories they had with and within you….wondering if their key still works. The thing is…..i never got a key and wouldn’t need one. And although you changed all the locks, you let me in for an eternity.

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Jan 24, 2019

Jan 24, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC

Beauakuma

Home

I remember not looking for a place, but a home. A home in which i wouldnt live in, but feel alive. If we can say as such im much more the interior architect at heart. I see the foundation for what it is and if it needs it, i fortify it by all means necessary. You are my home and im in love with your walls. You allowed me to cross the threshold of your hearts door….understood that the previous tenants once had keys but youve changed the locks every time they stopped moving you. I understood that you let your lawn grow freely cause you never thought id pay a visit; ill always look through and into the shattered windows to your soul and ignite your sides with roses. I remember after i saw the foundation, all of my attention went to the roof; the most imporant part of the home, your dome where everything roams: The squirrel who only wants a nut. The flowers you give yourself. The light as well as the darkness you let in. How you feel so immensely yet you couldnt help any of it at the time. Its fine. So i grab my toolbox, park my car and live in within you as i rebuild you. A haunting. These walls talk. I am not frightened. Im grounded in my own spirituality that i can light my blunts with self immolated monks and still kick funk for the **** of it; im enlightened and delighted to work in you with you. Now….ive cut myself on shattered glass. Ive fallen through your floors. I couldnt get doors to open and wouldnt close the ones that kept opening. I smile and do my work. I encouraged the dinners by candle or lantern light, just to show you how beautiful you truly are in the darkest and loneliest of times. I slept on your floors while the ressurection of your heartbeat gave me reassurance that you found out you werent alone. To me you were an apparition i wanted to know and give peace, to you i was the uninvited looking for thrills. We saw one another and the possessions again. Your walls…..neon majin buu vice grips with lips i love to kiss. Your walls and eternal hallway of life id give my own to live in. Your walls where we will ultimately hang up family potraits we are creating right now. I am proud to say i live here now, within and with you. I see old tenants saying how beautiful you look…..asking about how much work i put in…..how much they missed the memories they had with and within you….wondering if their key still works. The thing is…..i never got a key and wouldn’t need one. And although you changed all the locks, you let me in for an eternity.

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Why must I sleep upside down just to wake up right, At dusk I see sounds just as ghouls come at night, I'm trying to be immortalized. And remain with immune from immoral mortal lies, Ans see the divine with my own 3 mortal eyes, I just hope all my bonds are covalent, And my health's in good stock, I just hope all my thoughts are coherent, Why I start to feel like the new Tupac Or like the son of Odin, Washed clean in frank's ocean, I walk like thunder but every night ***** every day up. Everyday I think about the things I gave up. I think like yo - What if all my heavy sighs i had to weigh up? What if I got lost and time forgot to wait up? Took a hiatus in Hades, what if I never found a way up? Every night I think like "yo, what if I gave up?" We wishin on the same stars - just on different nights, I'm on a mission, same start - we just on different plights. A lab rat stuck in an elaborate labyrinth, A wunderkind stuck in his own wonderland, Wade Wilson with no blades to wander with, Majin Buu meandering in his mental maze, Thor with no Mjolnor, no cats to thunder with, I'm more Marth than Icarus and I made it out the pit. I read somewhere your dreams don't give a **** about your fears, Cause sometimes they the same thing, And that schemes come about from peers, Cause sometimes they after the same things. This the type of **** that don't get no hook, I was filling my lane but life had hit me with the no look, highly unprepared - I bobbled and fumbled it, Had to remember my affirmations - I uttered and mumbled it, It go like: What happens to the words that you never say? What happens to the games that people decide not to play? What happens to the moon in the middle of the day? What happened to the other 49 shades of Grey? What happens if Captain Jack never got to parlay? What if Barbosa never found the 9 pieces of 8? Or better yet like, What if Peter Pan never landed? What if I squeezed the lemons that life had handed? What if I realized I'm at a disadvantage? What if I finally admit that I'm damaged? If you don't heal what hurt you - you bleed on those who didn't cut you. This important content. This is a message from my impaired cortex. This is the imported fears complete with a weird flex. This the pectoral on my body of work.

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Jan 18, 2024

Jan 18, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC

Legendary_Lox

Uncut Gems

Why must I sleep upside down just to wake up right, At dusk I see sounds just as ghouls come at night, I'm trying to be immortalized. And remain with immune from immoral mortal lies, Ans see the divine with my own 3 mortal eyes, I just hope all my bonds are covalent, And my health's in good stock, I just hope all my thoughts are coherent, Why I start to feel like the new Tupac Or like the son of Odin, Washed clean in frank's ocean, I walk like thunder but every night ***** every day up. Everyday I think about the things I gave up. I think like yo - What if all my heavy sighs i had to weigh up? What if I got lost and time forgot to wait up? Took a hiatus in Hades, what if I never found a way up? Every night I think like "yo, what if I gave up?" We wishin on the same stars - just on different nights, I'm on a mission, same start - we just on different plights. A lab rat stuck in an elaborate labyrinth, A wunderkind stuck in his own wonderland, Wade Wilson with no blades to wander with, Majin Buu meandering in his mental maze, Thor with no Mjolnor, no cats to thunder with, I'm more Marth than Icarus and I made it out the pit. I read somewhere your dreams don't give a **** about your fears, Cause sometimes they the same thing, And that schemes come about from peers, Cause sometimes they after the same things. This the type of **** that don't get no hook, I was filling my lane but life had hit me with the no look, highly unprepared - I bobbled and fumbled it, Had to remember my affirmations - I uttered and mumbled it, It go like: What happens to the words that you never say? What happens to the games that people decide not to play? What happens to the moon in the middle of the day? What happened to the other 49 shades of Grey? What happens if Captain Jack never got to parlay? What if Barbosa never found the 9 pieces of 8? Or better yet like, What if Peter Pan never landed? What if I squeezed the lemons that life had handed? What if I realized I'm at a disadvantage? What if I finally admit that I'm damaged? If you don't heal what hurt you - you bleed on those who didn't cut you. This important content. This is a message from my impaired cortex. This is the imported fears complete with a weird flex. This the pectoral on my body of work.

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Ignore me like I don't exist Its cool I don't got time to beg for a conversation Its cool My life can go on without you speaking to me Its cool Buu' don't take it personal when I decide to ignore you too Be like me and say "Its cool"

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC

amethyst-nele

its cool

Ignore me like I don't exist Its cool I don't got time to beg for a conversation Its cool My life can go on without you speaking to me Its cool Buu' don't take it personal when I decide to ignore you too Be like me and say "Its cool"

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I'm slowly dying inside I try to be normal Not to think about Death or suicide Buu' I jus' can't I really am trying... Buu' a person can only try so much And eventually give in

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC

amethyst-nele

I'm trying

I'm slowly dying inside I try to be normal Not to think about Death or suicide Buu' I jus' can't I really am trying... Buu' a person can only try so much And eventually give in

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B is for barbaric when eat your cake U is for universe which I will soon eat U is for unique about how fat I am

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC