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"compleatly" poems
She used to smile to really smile she used to love life. But then one day, From nowhere, her life compleatly changed. "I've got to be strong" She said to herself and so, her heart she locked away. She was strong for years, but as time went by she started to fear Her feelings wanted fredom so she opened her heart for a little while and then they came pouring... Shouting and bitting screaming and demanding attention she couldn't take the preasure So she wrote a note to her loved ones and with tears in her eyes she swallow the death pills But her sister saved her she went to get help and they helped her The fellings are strong but now she knows, she knows she is stronger.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
Stronger
I'd like to run away Leave everything behind But what I can not leave Is all the things I really need to lose I'd like to run away From the black hole Inside my chest I'd like to run away Leave all those memories In a pile behind I'd like to run away Forget all that's been But I can't Because if I ran away I'd be compleatly alone again And I couldn't stand that Once again
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Running Away
Days and days roll through only seconds. all that is thoughts of you, and your love i am a charlatan and a fake I am a hypocrite and a liar i have nothing now, i am the ugly man and you will never fool me. i find myself with not enough time and to many thoughts, I love, I yearn, I seek I envy I require everything. I feel pretentious, one of them. arrogant, unoriginal i beg for your love i did it, I was there, are you there with me you are but you are invisible compleatly, Now.
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
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the life is a world compleatly diferent from ours with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere flowers and butterfly flying in the sky lions and tigers playng with cats elephants and mouses living together in the same house humans and dogs with the same toys with not a single fight about who got it first. the death is a world compleatly diferent from ours with black sky with no clouds the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground the silent in ths air with any noise trying to be and have more choise and trying tho save a pice of green ground.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
life and death
Once apon a time it felt like I was chained to the floor; in a glass tank, with water slowly spilling in... But just as the water level reached the top; the glass shatters, leaving me cut and gasping for breath...when the entire building just collapsed all around me.... nowadays there's alot less hope in between the stages of doom... now it's like I'm freely standing in the middle of a room; that's compleatly engulfed in flame... faced befor me the trolly problem; with all my freinds and family and evreylast person I've ever known' s life endanger, I could save them all...but that would be saving the good with the bad...so instead semi morally knowing; I didn't put them there i watch and laugh as we all go up in flames, no misguided hope.... just allowing fate to play it's role..
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Once apon a time...
Hold me until the tears run away Stay with me until the new light of day, Just hold me until you have had enough. Please,I'm not the girl who can't be loved Death appeals but i will not go, live for moments, live in hope. Time will always compleatly turn the fates, All that's good comes to the one who waits. My heart is compacted with loves light. My mind follows good morals, and will always fight the good fight. Fight the demons who won't let me sing. Let me rest, let me smile, forever suffering. I know who I am and it's not what shes made you see, This poisoness person who spreads lies about me. Her venam takes hold.people forget all I can be, They believe her lies and wipe away all the good they might see. Please remember my love all that we were, See that my tears are justified and caused by her. See that the chaos that has been is not of my making, It's because of her spite and a person who is always faking! All I want is a life simple and true, A happy ever after I can share with you. No drama, no chaos & just happy tears. Hearts full of love for the rest of our years.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
The girl who can not be loved
surfeit- stuck on the clipboard, shadow of muse long shadier than many counterfeit What good did I lose, when I lost a day, when I lost yesterday, man, the best hold on the whole idea, we ever had, duty we share in the world that we occupy, we inhabit, so whatever good we do gets done, one day at a time, in this wilderness, aspirational inspiration is as fleeting as a thought never written, but, if you caught the fleeting thing, and wrote in the most flowing effluently efficacious way, beautiful zone shone known knowns and lost it to a literal glitch, an old forgotten buffer flush lost in transfer from chaos, through some kind of standard query language patented Microsoft gadget, for which, now, I must wish a fix, a certain deja vuish recovery that must be in here, some place I must seek to find, or, leave it go, one day, what the hell, the nonsense of that as a question or an expletive at a surprise, a wrinkle a surfeit patience fabrication, too compleatly much idle time, too little aim at being seen at the scene of the last confident lay down, almost all I'll go rythms that we hear, after sufficient trust exposure surprise is never the plan, value for value idle words for idle time. A matched wisdom, seeing the worth of the effort to be doing over, ever put right where the surfeit nothing was… put in place holding peace pose So, now, then sad, sorta, not bad, or mad. At peace, permanence advantage, eternally true when you know you knew backups exist, or believed you knew… tov ra, towb ra' gnosis, da'ath chabad advantage wisdom, is the kingdom of truth, which, it is writ, the God Jesus worships, the spirit of truth, in truth must be taken at true value Faire and far dhe put here. Say that tree holds witness, with our wits about us we do more thinking than other doing so… Thinking, that other day… deemed written off, but loved, didn't we survive yesterday, ain't this so, so we might make peace, enough to fill the Boötes Void. Using poems read once imagined twice.
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Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
Coping with lost lines and one whole day
surfeit- stuck on the clipboard, shadow of muse long shadier than many counterfeit What good did I lose, when I lost a day, when I lost yesterday, man, the best hold on the whole idea, we ever had, duty we share in the world that we occupy, we inhabit, so whatever good we do gets done, one day at a time, in this wilderness, aspirational inspiration is as fleeting as a thought never written, but, if you caught the fleeting thing, and wrote in the most flowing effluently efficacious way, beautiful zone shone known knowns and lost it to a literal glitch, an old forgotten buffer flush lost in transfer from chaos, through some kind of standard query language patented Microsoft gadget, for which, now, I must wish a fix, a certain deja vuish recovery that must be in here, some place I must seek to find, or, leave it go, one day, what the hell, the nonsense of that as a question or an expletive at a surprise, a wrinkle a surfeit patience fabrication, too compleatly much idle time, too little aim at being seen at the scene of the last confident lay down, almost all I'll go rythms that we hear, after sufficient trust exposure surprise is never the plan, value for value idle words for idle time. A matched wisdom, seeing the worth of the effort to be doing over, ever put right where the surfeit nothing was… put in place holding peace pose So, now, then sad, sorta, not bad, or mad. At peace, permanence advantage, eternally true when you know you knew backups exist, or believed you knew… tov ra, towb ra' gnosis, da'ath chabad advantage wisdom, is the kingdom of truth, which, it is writ, the God Jesus worships, the spirit of truth, in truth must be taken at true value Faire and far dhe put here. Say that tree holds witness, with our wits about us we do more thinking than other doing so… Thinking, that other day… deemed written off, but loved, didn't we survive yesterday, ain't this so, so we might make peace, enough to fill the Boötes Void. Using poems read once imagined twice.
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