"clearity" poems - Hello Poetry

Lost in despair, Found on faith. These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning. Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself. Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it. Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love. Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome. Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax. Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened. Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful. Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love. Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ****** For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way. To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened. Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity, Doing something is to change that which you became. Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic. The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly, Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human. Which path would you choose if you become forsakened? Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness? My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice. Too many barricades, Too many losses. Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision. The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path. Monster Forsaken or Human?

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC

fredrick-william-steinmetz

Forsakened Monster Humanity?

Lost in despair, Found on faith. These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning. Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself. Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it. Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love. Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome. Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax. Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened. Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful. Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love. Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ****** For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way. To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened. Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity, Doing something is to change that which you became. Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic. The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly, Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human. Which path would you choose if you become forsakened? Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness? My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice. Too many barricades, Too many losses. Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision. The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path. Monster Forsaken or Human?

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i walk a line some where between listening to myself and listening to God... if i truly believed i'd burn in hell i suppose i wouldn't smoke that chronic i bought and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell i'd probably do my homework, stop saying "fuck"and make sure to not flirt with men that weren't mine picture this weekend scene; saturday night, basement drink in hand smoke inhaled as clean and clear as everyday air i would tell that nice boy with the lip ring and name that starts with a "b"that i was taken by a special man and ... and..excuses.... let them go let them roll as smooth as bacardi straight from the handle bought at the local CVS by a bought-off *** i guess i'm a girl that believes in hell on a bad day when all bad things poverty, homelessness, grandma's cancer and stubbing your toe comes in the form of your dorm roommate drunk at two am hollering and arranging the mini fridge, when all the bad things feel as though they affect you directly and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell i'd be the girl that appreciated that remembers there's a merciful God twenty-four seven always but realitywho forgets that life is a mystery i write and it flows and i know that these words are exaggerated because my conscious knows i never miss a lecture, and is faithful to the one beautiful boythat actually gives a **** the day after i'm the girlthat smokes a bowl and worries about her soul picture this weekend scene: alone with a man gorgeous and caring as could ever be frozen lake front wrapped in his arms, perfect any teen girl couldn't want anything more but unhappiness rests in me it rests in his arms, sure neglected for a day or two but this girls knows clearity in mind strength through living empirically and if i truly believe'd i'd go to heaven i'd stop letting my worries write these ****** *** poems

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC

anne

if i truly believed

i walk a line some where between listening to myself and listening to God... if i truly believed i'd burn in hell i suppose i wouldn't smoke that chronic i bought and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell i'd probably do my homework, stop saying "fuck"and make sure to not flirt with men that weren't mine picture this weekend scene; saturday night, basement drink in hand smoke inhaled as clean and clear as everyday air i would tell that nice boy with the lip ring and name that starts with a "b"that i was taken by a special man and ... and..excuses.... let them go let them roll as smooth as bacardi straight from the handle bought at the local CVS by a bought-off *** i guess i'm a girl that believes in hell on a bad day when all bad things poverty, homelessness, grandma's cancer and stubbing your toe comes in the form of your dorm roommate drunk at two am hollering and arranging the mini fridge, when all the bad things feel as though they affect you directly and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell i'd be the girl that appreciated that remembers there's a merciful God twenty-four seven always but realitywho forgets that life is a mystery i write and it flows and i know that these words are exaggerated because my conscious knows i never miss a lecture, and is faithful to the one beautiful boythat actually gives a **** the day after i'm the girlthat smokes a bowl and worries about her soul picture this weekend scene: alone with a man gorgeous and caring as could ever be frozen lake front wrapped in his arms, perfect any teen girl couldn't want anything more but unhappiness rests in me it rests in his arms, sure neglected for a day or two but this girls knows clearity in mind strength through living empirically and if i truly believe'd i'd go to heaven i'd stop letting my worries write these ****** *** poems

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The darkness opens our souls. When there is no clearity left in our eyes and when we can't see with our eyes anymore. That's the time we start seeing things with our mind. That's the time we can set our emotions free.

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC

Thoughtskeeper

Night

The darkness opens our souls. When there is no clearity left in our eyes and when we can't see with our eyes anymore. That's the time we start seeing things with our mind. That's the time we can set our emotions free.

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Oh how the bitter chill arose from the night Briskly it clings to my chest Tight, my lungs fill with bitterness Music that comes with the darkness From the night owl that sings besides my window Reminding of how cold the hour That flies with the ever present issue How I'd love to hear with clearity The willows that lie with in the bank Floods the memory of you Like the outer lakes the river that flows With the kiss of reason Rushing through the waters of life Making since of folly Making fools of us all Gide my feet from falling And slipping on this soggy ground The muddy mire sloshes between my toes As I walk on Past the fellows that came to fish The beauty of the day brake Seeps through the mountain peeks Each drop of sun light warms my face Shines on this face so weathered The lines of the passing years line my brow And into my heart Oh, how I love to feel the fresh air The calm of the wind passing As if to say hello The birds sing their morning tune And I feel true to life again But somewhere in the midst of wonder Lies layers of question With the passing moments That can never be replaced Slowly reality crashes into dream The measure of timelessness And the reality of the undiscovered Lie within the reach of the person who is willing And the people who are ready To leave their doubt behind And press on into the night

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Dec 28, 2009

Dec 28, 2009 at 3:39 PM UTC

mary-pritchard

Night to life

Oh how the bitter chill arose from the night Briskly it clings to my chest Tight, my lungs fill with bitterness Music that comes with the darkness From the night owl that sings besides my window Reminding of how cold the hour That flies with the ever present issue How I'd love to hear with clearity The willows that lie with in the bank Floods the memory of you Like the outer lakes the river that flows With the kiss of reason Rushing through the waters of life Making since of folly Making fools of us all Gide my feet from falling And slipping on this soggy ground The muddy mire sloshes between my toes As I walk on Past the fellows that came to fish The beauty of the day brake Seeps through the mountain peeks Each drop of sun light warms my face Shines on this face so weathered The lines of the passing years line my brow And into my heart Oh, how I love to feel the fresh air The calm of the wind passing As if to say hello The birds sing their morning tune And I feel true to life again But somewhere in the midst of wonder Lies layers of question With the passing moments That can never be replaced Slowly reality crashes into dream The measure of timelessness And the reality of the undiscovered Lie within the reach of the person who is willing And the people who are ready To leave their doubt behind And press on into the night

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Sit down, put pen to paper Think. Nothing comes. Pen ink spreads out from where the tip touches A stain on an otherwise blank sheet A stain that speaks more then the words that won't form A visual primordial soup of the mind All mushed up No clearity or dividing line. No verbal structure to be defined from the words From the thoughts They all are or are not There is no pattern, or order Yet no chaos either. Just ink on paper. The ink being my thoughts, pouring out unformed and all at once Spreading out from where the pen rests, unmoving on the paper Soaking the point of impact till it rips, peircing through. Still thinking. Like always having something on the tip of your tougne But in your mind, your thoughts It's there yet unformed and unknown. So again sit down, put pen to paper And think.

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC

AntoinetteIVA

Nine, almost ten

Sit down, put pen to paper Think. Nothing comes. Pen ink spreads out from where the tip touches A stain on an otherwise blank sheet A stain that speaks more then the words that won't form A visual primordial soup of the mind All mushed up No clearity or dividing line. No verbal structure to be defined from the words From the thoughts They all are or are not There is no pattern, or order Yet no chaos either. Just ink on paper. The ink being my thoughts, pouring out unformed and all at once Spreading out from where the pen rests, unmoving on the paper Soaking the point of impact till it rips, peircing through. Still thinking. Like always having something on the tip of your tougne But in your mind, your thoughts It's there yet unformed and unknown. So again sit down, put pen to paper And think.

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In my dreams Everything is vague The clearity will be there When I open my eyes And embrace this sleep-induced plague.

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC

FragileFrog

Vague subconsciousness

In my dreams Everything is vague The clearity will be there When I open my eyes And embrace this sleep-induced plague.

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W-ounded she was scarred ,she still feels the pain O-h the pain she couldnt bear one that drove her insane U-nderestimating the damage,Now she weeps for her bane N-ever had she imagined ,the sorrows that would stain D-istorting images that would strain ****** her brain made her sane T-he sounds torment,twisting her veins H-arsh realities those which never wane A-nd even still ,she cries in vain T-he past still whispers like a weeping swain N-ever object ,never complain E-teched and carved but she couldnt explain V-ulnerable wound ;forever remains E-nraged her soul which drenched in rains R-avens flew;she stared them through ;the window's pane H-earing the echoes,forgotten arcanes E-agerness betrayed her she was never fain A-che still lingers so she drugged herself ******* L-unacy drove her mad and now she was dead and lain A-nger burnt her alive but she still couldnt complain M--adness made her demonic and now she wears her chains I'-ntricated with restrictions she holds herself abstain S-eculuded in her solace a fear she still contains E-mpathy she had lost, one she never had to gain R-efrained the sentiments inside just so she would retain Y-et she still sobs; behind that old chayne T-he anguish she lives with while being still and plain H-ear this message dear i beseech and constrain A-gony strips and rips her but the clearity she maintains T-he porcelien smile ;one for which she trains N-ot letting it show; the misery she obtains E-legance she tries to mask; beyond her domains V-engeance bleeds inside ;mascarred and slain E-rupts from her bones until it sprains R-an and ran forever; and now she holds her cane E-nd her pain forever let her rest and lain N-ested in some peace a peace that she disdains D-ie and demise she sings with the cranes S-epulchural wounds and agonies For always would be her deign _____tsuki no ume~

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Jul 25, 2025

Jul 25, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC

tsuki-no-ume-1

"The Pain that Lingers~"

W-ounded she was scarred ,she still feels the pain O-h the pain she couldnt bear one that drove her insane U-nderestimating the damage,Now she weeps for her bane N-ever had she imagined ,the sorrows that would stain D-istorting images that would strain ****** her brain made her sane T-he sounds torment,twisting her veins H-arsh realities those which never wane A-nd even still ,she cries in vain T-he past still whispers like a weeping swain N-ever object ,never complain E-teched and carved but she couldnt explain V-ulnerable wound ;forever remains E-nraged her soul which drenched in rains R-avens flew;she stared them through ;the window's pane H-earing the echoes,forgotten arcanes E-agerness betrayed her she was never fain A-che still lingers so she drugged herself ******* L-unacy drove her mad and now she was dead and lain A-nger burnt her alive but she still couldnt complain M--adness made her demonic and now she wears her chains I'-ntricated with restrictions she holds herself abstain S-eculuded in her solace a fear she still contains E-mpathy she had lost, one she never had to gain R-efrained the sentiments inside just so she would retain Y-et she still sobs; behind that old chayne T-he anguish she lives with while being still and plain H-ear this message dear i beseech and constrain A-gony strips and rips her but the clearity she maintains T-he porcelien smile ;one for which she trains N-ot letting it show; the misery she obtains E-legance she tries to mask; beyond her domains V-engeance bleeds inside ;mascarred and slain E-rupts from her bones until it sprains R-an and ran forever; and now she holds her cane E-nd her pain forever let her rest and lain N-ested in some peace a peace that she disdains D-ie and demise she sings with the cranes S-epulchural wounds and agonies For always would be her deign _____tsuki no ume~

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A prodigal as myself A man whose beliefs are solely his Filtering as much as I can till I sense clarity Clearity is my obsession Nothing beats that smell and the satisfaction they bring Exclusively I poke all the theoriticals as they have path like webs of miseries, tangled reality fabricated truth falsified hypothesis truth and lies I'm a prodigal cuz I question alot, forgive me as till I drown in your mind I might never be satisfied. But yet Only one will I follow blindly My gut feeling!

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC

RichiiBBADE

Your's Prodigal...

A prodigal as myself A man whose beliefs are solely his Filtering as much as I can till I sense clarity Clearity is my obsession Nothing beats that smell and the satisfaction they bring Exclusively I poke all the theoriticals as they have path like webs of miseries, tangled reality fabricated truth falsified hypothesis truth and lies I'm a prodigal cuz I question alot, forgive me as till I drown in your mind I might never be satisfied. But yet Only one will I follow blindly My gut feeling!

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