"childeren" poems - Hello Poetry

Afu Ra Ka Which reminds me I'm just another Red Letter Muslim Jew Adieu as Zen Master says in the Tao of Hindu's Krishna as Buddha's Bodhisattva's Love in the Great Middle Way of Mother's Forever Embracing Zarathustra a son's spiritual fostering to heirs as Abraham of Love in Folly and Light All of Daughters and All Sons Sown sowing in and out of forgiveness reap Satyam Shivam Sundram Love Truly as Kindness in Action as Beauty Be of Great Spirits's Ka- Alling Afu Ra's Childeren All Must Be One Great Womb Where Our Love's Light Spirit Breathes Within as without, above and below every rainbow I Am Another You

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Oct 14, 2012

Oct 14, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC

sa-sa-ra

In Lak'ech Ala K'in

Afu Ra Ka Which reminds me I'm just another Red Letter Muslim Jew Adieu as Zen Master says in the Tao of Hindu's Krishna as Buddha's Bodhisattva's Love in the Great Middle Way of Mother's Forever Embracing Zarathustra a son's spiritual fostering to heirs as Abraham of Love in Folly and Light All of Daughters and All Sons Sown sowing in and out of forgiveness reap Satyam Shivam Sundram Love Truly as Kindness in Action as Beauty Be of Great Spirits's Ka- Alling Afu Ra's Childeren All Must Be One Great Womb Where Our Love's Light Spirit Breathes Within as without, above and below every rainbow I Am Another You

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it were the city nights I fell for, the cheap parfume you smelled like if life was for the living and living was for the dead than what is the space inbetween.. hate and love are not the same thing and maybe a long time ago someone should have told me that feeling like an outcast was like sitting in a train with no destination you always felt useless, rain was falling that day, like it always did the times when she was sad, she was so miserable, she felt nothing. the childeren of the light always were afraid of the darkness we were never afraid of the darkness because so far as we knew we were the dark, the kids to be afraid of, the bad youth, the wolves nobody ever wanted us and thats why all we ever had was each other and the rockstars who sang along the broken words of songs with us the tragic melodies were the only sort of comfort I found at night.. when you my bestfriend just as wasted as I am was sleeping.. I needed them, my idols, their voices, the music, to keep me breathing and maybe we lost her that night for a reason wait no many reasons it was all meant to be, the shouting and crying, the need to die.. it was a bigger part of our lives, all of that than she will ever be the girls who had to much alcohol in their blood at night, to much fun were also the girls who cried to many tears at daylight, to much sadness we never knew how to handle ourselves, just seeking for aception.. a person who would give a **** about us, someone who would care life was sad darling, you were so sad, I was so sad, everything was sad but all the sadness never stopped us from having an amazing time we needed each other to be happy, I needed you so much.. now it is just us again, you and me against the world and I think it will always be just you and me, just us and for me that is okay because I wouldn't want to make all these memories, these adventures with anybody else but you, my bestfriend, my sister, my everything.

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC

BelleVictoria

my bestfriend.

it were the city nights I fell for, the cheap parfume you smelled like if life was for the living and living was for the dead than what is the space inbetween.. hate and love are not the same thing and maybe a long time ago someone should have told me that feeling like an outcast was like sitting in a train with no destination you always felt useless, rain was falling that day, like it always did the times when she was sad, she was so miserable, she felt nothing. the childeren of the light always were afraid of the darkness we were never afraid of the darkness because so far as we knew we were the dark, the kids to be afraid of, the bad youth, the wolves nobody ever wanted us and thats why all we ever had was each other and the rockstars who sang along the broken words of songs with us the tragic melodies were the only sort of comfort I found at night.. when you my bestfriend just as wasted as I am was sleeping.. I needed them, my idols, their voices, the music, to keep me breathing and maybe we lost her that night for a reason wait no many reasons it was all meant to be, the shouting and crying, the need to die.. it was a bigger part of our lives, all of that than she will ever be the girls who had to much alcohol in their blood at night, to much fun were also the girls who cried to many tears at daylight, to much sadness we never knew how to handle ourselves, just seeking for aception.. a person who would give a **** about us, someone who would care life was sad darling, you were so sad, I was so sad, everything was sad but all the sadness never stopped us from having an amazing time we needed each other to be happy, I needed you so much.. now it is just us again, you and me against the world and I think it will always be just you and me, just us and for me that is okay because I wouldn't want to make all these memories, these adventures with anybody else but you, my bestfriend, my sister, my everything.

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the life I lived was like a fairytale than you came around with your mysterious charms and decided to make a mess out of things that weren't even there to begin with you came in my life and everything changed colorfull flowers turned into ashes stars didn't shine like they used to and suddenly my world revolved around you I couldn't think about anything else but you I couldn't dream about anything else but you I couldn't even breathe your white blonde hair and black eyes you always had this kind of speaking that impressed me he was elegant, he was smart, he was bold, a leader and all these little things made me fall for him even more you were evil and everyone could see it this boy was the king of not showing emotions he was kinda heartless sometimes, but I didn't mind he always made feel loved, special like nobody else excisted for him, it was only me but sometimes even I didnt know how to handle his demons everytime the darkness took him over I was afraid of him and I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed me being scared he liked having this control over people, it was wrong this boy was the best yet worst thing that ever happend to me I found comfort in the way he saw things different everyday I needed him a little bit more he was like my personal drug and he knew it without him he knew I wouldn't survive he made me need him and everytime I looked at him I saw a demon but this kid was so so beautiful, it made me blind and I still don't know if I should walk away or not the childeren of lucifer, the most beautiful of all God's angels we are so much lovelier when we fall.

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Apr 12, 2015

Apr 12, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC

BelleVictoria

the childeren of lucifer.

the life I lived was like a fairytale than you came around with your mysterious charms and decided to make a mess out of things that weren't even there to begin with you came in my life and everything changed colorfull flowers turned into ashes stars didn't shine like they used to and suddenly my world revolved around you I couldn't think about anything else but you I couldn't dream about anything else but you I couldn't even breathe your white blonde hair and black eyes you always had this kind of speaking that impressed me he was elegant, he was smart, he was bold, a leader and all these little things made me fall for him even more you were evil and everyone could see it this boy was the king of not showing emotions he was kinda heartless sometimes, but I didn't mind he always made feel loved, special like nobody else excisted for him, it was only me but sometimes even I didnt know how to handle his demons everytime the darkness took him over I was afraid of him and I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed me being scared he liked having this control over people, it was wrong this boy was the best yet worst thing that ever happend to me I found comfort in the way he saw things different everyday I needed him a little bit more he was like my personal drug and he knew it without him he knew I wouldn't survive he made me need him and everytime I looked at him I saw a demon but this kid was so so beautiful, it made me blind and I still don't know if I should walk away or not the childeren of lucifer, the most beautiful of all God's angels we are so much lovelier when we fall.

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a black bracelet, it started with a black bracelet and so it will end. we fell appart that night under the screaming of the oh so loud crowd you because of the pills you ate, I because of the whiskey I drank maybe this was the sign, it was supposed to happen that night.. a sign everything went wrong in our little heads, we were gone it was that night you called me and telling me to leave not only you wanted me to leave in spirit but also to leave your heart she always was so beautiful with the light of the moon shining on her I loved her like the childeren loved playing with broken dying dolls and I hated her for wanting me to leave her ugly ****** up heart it were real feelings, everything was so real.. the feeling of your lips on my cheeks, your hands on my waist so please don't cry tonight or tomorrow, please be happy my dear you are a thousand miles away but I still want you to feel like home the birds aren't singing when you are so far away from me, crying the ocean was dying and the waves were red from blood, tears. the smoke in the sky started to form a mirror, I could see myself now. a black bracelet is were it started, a black bracelet.

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC

BelleVictoria

black bracelet.

a black bracelet, it started with a black bracelet and so it will end. we fell appart that night under the screaming of the oh so loud crowd you because of the pills you ate, I because of the whiskey I drank maybe this was the sign, it was supposed to happen that night.. a sign everything went wrong in our little heads, we were gone it was that night you called me and telling me to leave not only you wanted me to leave in spirit but also to leave your heart she always was so beautiful with the light of the moon shining on her I loved her like the childeren loved playing with broken dying dolls and I hated her for wanting me to leave her ugly ****** up heart it were real feelings, everything was so real.. the feeling of your lips on my cheeks, your hands on my waist so please don't cry tonight or tomorrow, please be happy my dear you are a thousand miles away but I still want you to feel like home the birds aren't singing when you are so far away from me, crying the ocean was dying and the waves were red from blood, tears. the smoke in the sky started to form a mirror, I could see myself now. a black bracelet is were it started, a black bracelet.

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I was walking through the Courtyard holding children in my hand. As I glanced upon the scenery they fell from me like sand. So often searched have I, The path that I had tread; seeking all the children lost that I had bred. I hope they are safe and warm, More than that I hope they are not dead. These children give me all I have and their life force and mine are much the same. Yet ask me not to Identify all, for sharing are they, my name. I keep them near me as best I can for to lose them shall cause me pain, and I shall adopt so many new ones and by them I shall gain. I actually cannot see them yet six trillion I hear I have. They are so inclined to wandering I might loose some with just a bath.

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC

asa-d-bruss

Mr. Riddle's Childeren

I was walking through the Courtyard holding children in my hand. As I glanced upon the scenery they fell from me like sand. So often searched have I, The path that I had tread; seeking all the children lost that I had bred. I hope they are safe and warm, More than that I hope they are not dead. These children give me all I have and their life force and mine are much the same. Yet ask me not to Identify all, for sharing are they, my name. I keep them near me as best I can for to lose them shall cause me pain, and I shall adopt so many new ones and by them I shall gain. I actually cannot see them yet six trillion I hear I have. They are so inclined to wandering I might loose some with just a bath.

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want leads to greed want leads to obesity want leads to death want leads to determination want leads to the fake meaning of need want leads to people being naieve if there was no want in the world wouldn't it be so much better? But we can'thave a happy go luck world where everyone's content within what they have can we? But if there was no want in the world there would be no drive to keep us going, there would be no people out there who don't just want but truly need to see the world change, to make the world change, there would be no people out there who will start the evolution, there would be no people who want to honestly simply HELP, even if theese people are rare, even with theese people being scarce, even with theese people still growing up, even with theese people wasteing away of old age, they are still out there. because thoose people are the one's from every background, who have expierenced it all, who want to expierence it all simply so they can use it to be better to become what the world needs, thrives for, can't keep spinning without. we the people have the power to change to revolutionize to be different we the people can shut thoose voices out, we the people will be better than thoose who can't comprehend, than thoose too weak at the moment, we the people will help thoose at the bottom screaming for help, we the people will help thoose in the middle, thoose at the very top, thoose down in the ground that are screaming for our helpping hands, because we the people simply can, because we the people have to change the world, because we the people have to try not for music, not for your parents, not for your future childeren, not for your religion, not because people think it's the right thing to do, But simply because we CAN do what we want simply because we have the POWER to make changes, so my friends take this chance as this world spins to stop it yank it out of the governements fragile, cowardly hands, and ****** it in the air Simply because we CAN

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Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC

Autumn42

Untitled

want leads to greed want leads to obesity want leads to death want leads to determination want leads to the fake meaning of need want leads to people being naieve if there was no want in the world wouldn't it be so much better? But we can'thave a happy go luck world where everyone's content within what they have can we? But if there was no want in the world there would be no drive to keep us going, there would be no people out there who don't just want but truly need to see the world change, to make the world change, there would be no people out there who will start the evolution, there would be no people who want to honestly simply HELP, even if theese people are rare, even with theese people being scarce, even with theese people still growing up, even with theese people wasteing away of old age, they are still out there. because thoose people are the one's from every background, who have expierenced it all, who want to expierence it all simply so they can use it to be better to become what the world needs, thrives for, can't keep spinning without. we the people have the power to change to revolutionize to be different we the people can shut thoose voices out, we the people will be better than thoose who can't comprehend, than thoose too weak at the moment, we the people will help thoose at the bottom screaming for help, we the people will help thoose in the middle, thoose at the very top, thoose down in the ground that are screaming for our helpping hands, because we the people simply can, because we the people have to change the world, because we the people have to try not for music, not for your parents, not for your future childeren, not for your religion, not because people think it's the right thing to do, But simply because we CAN do what we want simply because we have the POWER to make changes, so my friends take this chance as this world spins to stop it yank it out of the governements fragile, cowardly hands, and ****** it in the air Simply because we CAN

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There are many ideals upon the earth, Who're praised for utmost truth, without a flaw, Taught to the ignorant childeren since birth, Meant forever to be a sacred law. Today they said, "it is forever going, It can't be wrong in this lasting design!" A thing that history is never showing, Which displays the ruins of church and shrine. I can't follow idols of fickle men, Adjusting agendas each day and night, Not written down by light-scattering pen, And not commanded by Divine Might. Let the world spin, again a thousand years, And they will fade away, from hopes to fears.

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Nov 29, 2021

Nov 29, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC

gihon

Ideals like Idols

There are many ideals upon the earth, Who're praised for utmost truth, without a flaw, Taught to the ignorant childeren since birth, Meant forever to be a sacred law. Today they said, "it is forever going, It can't be wrong in this lasting design!" A thing that history is never showing, Which displays the ruins of church and shrine. I can't follow idols of fickle men, Adjusting agendas each day and night, Not written down by light-scattering pen, And not commanded by Divine Might. Let the world spin, again a thousand years, And they will fade away, from hopes to fears.

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I was never good at writing love poems untill I met you we all have this one person you would do anything for, like anything you could die for that other human without hesitation, without doubt they know each other for almost a year now and a lot had changed she fell in love with her that year and it killed you inside, everything she wanted to give up on her so many times, it was so so hopless and I knew, I knew you loved me, I knew you were in love with me maybe she was just afraid to let someone in, to let someone love her it was the darkness that was always haunting her, the demons inside I remember the first time the razors kissed my veins, it was a thursday I remember the blood and the crying, the shame and the crying, crying it were the wodka and punk rock music the piercings and tattoos the time of high wasted jeans and timberlands, red lipstick and eyeliner the stories the kids told on the street were probably made up, fake even the broken childeren needed a laugh once in a while, fake nobody thought that we also deserved to be happy, just for once.. we could blame it on the internet or television, the time we live in blame our parents for not loving us the way they should love us the pills we ate every night just to find a way to escape this **** hole this girl always made feel a little bit more alive but now she's gone she's gone and I know she is coming back soon but she feels gone like that part of me that was made for her is gone, I feel alone again music is filling the hole what is left crying in my heart, my soul and if I begged you would you stop this, the feeling of loneliness can you stop me from hurting myself, stop me from being worthless happy endings are made for happy people, I am not getting one, ever I always was a sucker for attention and cheap love, dont blame me love poems aren't a thing for me.

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Aug 6, 2015

Aug 6, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC

BelleVictoria

gone.

I was never good at writing love poems untill I met you we all have this one person you would do anything for, like anything you could die for that other human without hesitation, without doubt they know each other for almost a year now and a lot had changed she fell in love with her that year and it killed you inside, everything she wanted to give up on her so many times, it was so so hopless and I knew, I knew you loved me, I knew you were in love with me maybe she was just afraid to let someone in, to let someone love her it was the darkness that was always haunting her, the demons inside I remember the first time the razors kissed my veins, it was a thursday I remember the blood and the crying, the shame and the crying, crying it were the wodka and punk rock music the piercings and tattoos the time of high wasted jeans and timberlands, red lipstick and eyeliner the stories the kids told on the street were probably made up, fake even the broken childeren needed a laugh once in a while, fake nobody thought that we also deserved to be happy, just for once.. we could blame it on the internet or television, the time we live in blame our parents for not loving us the way they should love us the pills we ate every night just to find a way to escape this **** hole this girl always made feel a little bit more alive but now she's gone she's gone and I know she is coming back soon but she feels gone like that part of me that was made for her is gone, I feel alone again music is filling the hole what is left crying in my heart, my soul and if I begged you would you stop this, the feeling of loneliness can you stop me from hurting myself, stop me from being worthless happy endings are made for happy people, I am not getting one, ever I always was a sucker for attention and cheap love, dont blame me love poems aren't a thing for me.

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at a very young age I made a deal with lucifer I was a little kid and the darkness surrounded me demons telling me stories, the devil was close my friends were scared and so was my family I always told them it was okay not to be like the other childeren talking with things they couldn't see seeing things they didn't want to hear and after a while even my therapist called me special I hate it when people use words like that when they actually mean something else I havent slept very fell since you left, Delorian come back.

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC

BelleVictoria

talking with things they couldnt see.

at a very young age I made a deal with lucifer I was a little kid and the darkness surrounded me demons telling me stories, the devil was close my friends were scared and so was my family I always told them it was okay not to be like the other childeren talking with things they couldn't see seeing things they didn't want to hear and after a while even my therapist called me special I hate it when people use words like that when they actually mean something else I havent slept very fell since you left, Delorian come back.

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there once was a girl with beautiful sad blue eyes she wrote stories about the moon and the twinkling stars above because they were a million miles away and no one could ever touch these things in the sky were so vulnerable yet untouchable, innocent she sang little melodies about people who were so crazy in love she could sing those songs with so much emotion and happiness yet this girl was the one walking around wondering if she could ever know how it felt, the feeling of being in love this girl had her own way of living in this angry big world she saw the beauty in normal things like a smile or a hug but not just in things she saw beauty also in human beings or maybe all of this was just an act.. to hide her own little problems for everyone else, the world maybe the smile that she wore on her face everyday was fake maybe I saw the beauty in everything else because beauty was the one thing I could never find within myself and maybe that is why I got a soft spot for all the broken childeren out there who feel alone or left out because everytime I look into the mirror.. I see a broken child, myself.

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

BelleVictoria

little problems.

there once was a girl with beautiful sad blue eyes she wrote stories about the moon and the twinkling stars above because they were a million miles away and no one could ever touch these things in the sky were so vulnerable yet untouchable, innocent she sang little melodies about people who were so crazy in love she could sing those songs with so much emotion and happiness yet this girl was the one walking around wondering if she could ever know how it felt, the feeling of being in love this girl had her own way of living in this angry big world she saw the beauty in normal things like a smile or a hug but not just in things she saw beauty also in human beings or maybe all of this was just an act.. to hide her own little problems for everyone else, the world maybe the smile that she wore on her face everyday was fake maybe I saw the beauty in everything else because beauty was the one thing I could never find within myself and maybe that is why I got a soft spot for all the broken childeren out there who feel alone or left out because everytime I look into the mirror.. I see a broken child, myself.

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love is for the living not for the ones with a dying soul on the inside. love is for people who can give more than they can take. true love is only for people with a pure soul and a golden heart. I guess love isnt a thing for me. a voice is for the broken ones. talent for writing is for the lonely ones. seeing things that arent there is for the people with an open mind. being able to speak with the death is for the childeren who are already dying. I guess this is more a thing for me. we are living in a world where it is important to speak up about your problems. you need to tell people the things you are dealing with. but I cant do that without being judged or get called names. Im not complaining about my hard life. Im not seeking for attention. that is why I keep my mouth shut about everything that is going on in my head at the moment. writing is my escape and distracting of the thing Im really wanting to do at this moment of being alone in my room thinking about why are we living on this earth. thinking about if there really is a god? and if so.. why Im suffering everyday dying inside. I want him to take me home, but he keeps telling me that isnt an option. he says I dont understand the reason why Im here yet. he cuts the conversation off but every night I will try again to get inside his head. I need the answers. dont you wish you were not here anymore. only thing that will remain is bones, bones of stolen diamond. tears falling down on my mothers knees, wanting me to come back. but ones you begin there is no way back and we all know that. there is a hell I have seen it, there is a hell let's keep it a secret. Im willing to make a change in my life at this moment. Im just waiting for my demon to come back so I can talk with him about this. He wants me to cry he wants to see my blood, He needs it tonight, my blood is what keeps him alive and I dont want him to go. maybe this is just my sick mind writing. Demons can make my hell feel like home and I never want to leave it. being called sick is for the hopeless I am only broken.

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC

BelleVictoria

pure souls and broken mirrors

love is for the living not for the ones with a dying soul on the inside. love is for people who can give more than they can take. true love is only for people with a pure soul and a golden heart. I guess love isnt a thing for me. a voice is for the broken ones. talent for writing is for the lonely ones. seeing things that arent there is for the people with an open mind. being able to speak with the death is for the childeren who are already dying. I guess this is more a thing for me. we are living in a world where it is important to speak up about your problems. you need to tell people the things you are dealing with. but I cant do that without being judged or get called names. Im not complaining about my hard life. Im not seeking for attention. that is why I keep my mouth shut about everything that is going on in my head at the moment. writing is my escape and distracting of the thing Im really wanting to do at this moment of being alone in my room thinking about why are we living on this earth. thinking about if there really is a god? and if so.. why Im suffering everyday dying inside. I want him to take me home, but he keeps telling me that isnt an option. he says I dont understand the reason why Im here yet. he cuts the conversation off but every night I will try again to get inside his head. I need the answers. dont you wish you were not here anymore. only thing that will remain is bones, bones of stolen diamond. tears falling down on my mothers knees, wanting me to come back. but ones you begin there is no way back and we all know that. there is a hell I have seen it, there is a hell let's keep it a secret. Im willing to make a change in my life at this moment. Im just waiting for my demon to come back so I can talk with him about this. He wants me to cry he wants to see my blood, He needs it tonight, my blood is what keeps him alive and I dont want him to go. maybe this is just my sick mind writing. Demons can make my hell feel like home and I never want to leave it. being called sick is for the hopeless I am only broken.

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on a hot day on a cold night trees moving systemically to the wind left, right and center as a dance leaves jumping for joy cool breeze soothening the nerves fat men under sheds dark men in white shirts facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy chatter from girls, talks from boys elders glued to radio mothers in wrappers tending to food promises made at the dark corners babies snoring the breeze stops mosquitoes alert for food wrappers make swoosh sound legs,hand beaten in despiration to **** the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden the radio an unending noise life is weird even on a cold night it can be hot. akinwale damilare

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

akinwale-damilare-ayomikun

life?

on a hot day on a cold night trees moving systemically to the wind left, right and center as a dance leaves jumping for joy cool breeze soothening the nerves fat men under sheds dark men in white shirts facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy chatter from girls, talks from boys elders glued to radio mothers in wrappers tending to food promises made at the dark corners babies snoring the breeze stops mosquitoes alert for food wrappers make swoosh sound legs,hand beaten in despiration to **** the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden the radio an unending noise life is weird even on a cold night it can be hot. akinwale damilare

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I dont know what i could do To help me start loveing you Step 1 Step 2 Step 3 I laugh so hard They all stop to look at me In an atept to help One hands be a book Another a movie At last a panflit To teach me pationce Untill god gifts me a husband I drop them in the trash drown the block in a lump. Pour my coffie on it and refuse to be told. I want to love you like new I want to love you our way And no one elses And to find out what that means. Loveing like childeren Living like lovers Under the covers Ok so sir elton john gets to have a say. But i admit, i trust his opinoins more than those of gods and men.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

BlitzT

in progress

I dont know what i could do To help me start loveing you Step 1 Step 2 Step 3 I laugh so hard They all stop to look at me In an atept to help One hands be a book Another a movie At last a panflit To teach me pationce Untill god gifts me a husband I drop them in the trash drown the block in a lump. Pour my coffie on it and refuse to be told. I want to love you like new I want to love you our way And no one elses And to find out what that means. Loveing like childeren Living like lovers Under the covers Ok so sir elton john gets to have a say. But i admit, i trust his opinoins more than those of gods and men.

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I have looked to the night sky in my dreams many times. Sometimes the stars are leaving. They shine brightly for a moment and then blast off into the universe.. This time the stars were chasing eachother.. I could see them.. It was as if the stars were childeren playing tag with eachother. But then they noticed me looking at them.. They stopped for a brief moment.. Then faded into the darkness.. This strange beyond is reaching out to me.. Again and again.. I love it!! Makes me feel at home! Which makes me question.. Where is home?

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Apr 9, 2018

Apr 9, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC

solaces

The stars were chasing eachother

I have looked to the night sky in my dreams many times. Sometimes the stars are leaving. They shine brightly for a moment and then blast off into the universe.. This time the stars were chasing eachother.. I could see them.. It was as if the stars were childeren playing tag with eachother. But then they noticed me looking at them.. They stopped for a brief moment.. Then faded into the darkness.. This strange beyond is reaching out to me.. Again and again.. I love it!! Makes me feel at home! Which makes me question.. Where is home?

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