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"completing" poems
i. when I was young, I was never complimented. I never felt good enough and it hurt and somewhere along the line I began complimenting everyone because I was never complimented and I never wanted anyone to hate themselves the way I did. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I want in her pants. ii. we live in a country where a gay poet spoke at obama's second inauguration, where five openly gay senators serve, where all fifty states have had a gay elected officer in some capacity, so if I were to be gay, what's the problem with a relatively unknown sixteen year old girl from a relatively unknown town in a relatively unknown state being gay? iii. do you want me to be gay? do you want a better, more socially acceptable reason to make fun of me? is my weight not enough? iv. I was taught the term fluidity by my best friend Alyssa. she firmly believes that sexuality is a spectrum, like many other things. I have a different view on sexuality because I see it as a spectrum, not something that's set in stone. v. I like making people happy, I like completing people, I apologize a bit too frequently and I was taught how to accept people. vi. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I like her. just because I say a dog is cute does not mean I want with the dog. just because I say a painting is pretty does not mean I am going to **** the painting. vii. aesthetic is a very important word. viii. there are three kinds of attraction, aesthetic, romantic, and ****** just because you have one does not mean you have all three. just because I like the way something looks doesn't mean I am going to have *** with it. ix. sexuality is an Identity. not a YOUdentity. x. I'm not gay, but if I were, trust me, I wouldn't go for such a whiny little *****
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
to the girls who whisper "I think she might be gay."
i. when I was young, I was never complimented. I never felt good enough and it hurt and somewhere along the line I began complimenting everyone because I was never complimented and I never wanted anyone to hate themselves the way I did. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I want in her pants. ii. we live in a country where a gay poet spoke at obama's second inauguration, where five openly gay senators serve, where all fifty states have had a gay elected officer in some capacity, so if I were to be gay, what's the problem with a relatively unknown sixteen year old girl from a relatively unknown town in a relatively unknown state being gay? iii. do you want me to be gay? do you want a better, more socially acceptable reason to make fun of me? is my weight not enough? iv. I was taught the term fluidity by my best friend Alyssa. she firmly believes that sexuality is a spectrum, like many other things. I have a different view on sexuality because I see it as a spectrum, not something that's set in stone. v. I like making people happy, I like completing people, I apologize a bit too frequently and I was taught how to accept people. vi. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I like her. just because I say a dog is cute does not mean I want with the dog. just because I say a painting is pretty does not mean I am going to **** the painting. vii. aesthetic is a very important word. viii. there are three kinds of attraction, aesthetic, romantic, and ****** just because you have one does not mean you have all three. just because I like the way something looks doesn't mean I am going to have *** with it. ix. sexuality is an Identity. not a YOUdentity. x. I'm not gay, but if I were, trust me, I wouldn't go for such a whiny little *****
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I met a gypsy couple the other day In the park of course They were a lovely, beautiful mess Trucked in right from Santa Cruz They loved lots Only four days Her car stuck in some lot I laughed a bit I had to admit I too Knew the feeling Being stranded Deprived Wrecked Solititude I gladly changed their tune Convinced them tomorrow Come noon They'd notice a chance of attitude Another chance at eternity A moment devine And poetic as the last There's no such thing as time? We're all actors in a grand tragedy Lost gypsy couple and believers of Tiny miracles Completing Relieving Resolving Appreciating the tiny moments Of eternity
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Gypsy Couple
It all begins With pronouns I becomes the subject Of my project Adding you And collectively we I choose you and me And I exclude the he and the she Until I am certain of we You and I pick verbs actions Inflect them to match fit begin narratives Transitive verbs take objects You touch tickle tease taste take skin ******* lips me with words Words have become a clause But still a simple construction So, you tickle me where? For this you need a preposition To position your tickling ammunition Do you touch tickle tease me ON my ******* ******* thighs buttocks **** Do you feel me INSIDE my mouth **** soul? Positioning is envisioning. Then you use adjectives To modify descriptions of Sensory inscriptions So, gentle complements touch Soft and passionate kiss And you become superlative And adverbs elaborate experience expression exploration You fill me deeply thoroughly violently with all that is you But adverbs can also mean time Not sweet or cursed time Or time denoting age But timing is always important And grammar dictates That Time adverbs are placed As a beginning or an end Like a lover's embrace Thus, This morning, you woke me with A demanding "here and now! " and I will reciprocate this, tonight, I vow. Conjunctions are sentence connectors And sentences behave like detectors Bodies balancing with and, but, or Otherwise subordinate And the scale tips towards Conditioning hypotaxis Making actions a complicated praxis (before my mind can connect, you will have to pursuade it /pursue it) But we coordinate conjunctions Equally I touch you You touch me Exploring Exploding sensory functions So, together we cry imperatives Completing our ****** narratives Moaning Whimpering Begging Yelling: Please... bind me! touch me! bite me! take me! come! Oh! Please, come! I love the English language... ;)
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Exploring Grammar (why I love the English language)
It all begins With pronouns I becomes the subject Of my project Adding you And collectively we I choose you and me And I exclude the he and the she Until I am certain of we You and I pick verbs actions Inflect them to match fit begin narratives Transitive verbs take objects You touch tickle tease taste take skin ******* lips me with words Words have become a clause But still a simple construction So, you tickle me where? For this you need a preposition To position your tickling ammunition Do you touch tickle tease me ON my ******* ******* thighs buttocks **** Do you feel me INSIDE my mouth **** soul? Positioning is envisioning. Then you use adjectives To modify descriptions of Sensory inscriptions So, gentle complements touch Soft and passionate kiss And you become superlative And adverbs elaborate experience expression exploration You fill me deeply thoroughly violently with all that is you But adverbs can also mean time Not sweet or cursed time Or time denoting age But timing is always important And grammar dictates That Time adverbs are placed As a beginning or an end Like a lover's embrace Thus, This morning, you woke me with A demanding "here and now! " and I will reciprocate this, tonight, I vow. Conjunctions are sentence connectors And sentences behave like detectors Bodies balancing with and, but, or Otherwise subordinate And the scale tips towards Conditioning hypotaxis Making actions a complicated praxis (before my mind can connect, you will have to pursuade it /pursue it) But we coordinate conjunctions Equally I touch you You touch me Exploring Exploding sensory functions So, together we cry imperatives Completing our ****** narratives Moaning Whimpering Begging Yelling: Please... bind me! touch me! bite me! take me! come! Oh! Please, come! I love the English language... ;)
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How can you miss someone's voice you have never heard and how can you visualize someone'es eyes you have never seen? These are questions that alter the reality of someone's being. Even though I have never met you and have no knowledge of your existence, I know you are out there. someday I will find my King. I know that your lips are softer than rose petals and the Melanin in your skin fills women with desire. But as I lay in these silk sheets and relish in fantasies I know that nothing between You and another woman  will ever transpire, Because You're Mine. The dimple within your right cheek and the mischief in your eyes are all significant marks that you are no else's but Mine. The sway of your walk and the charm when you talk are characteristics held for a woman who goes by My Name. Our connection is nothing short of beautiful and  the intensity of our relations make any other love seem inhumane. I know this, even though to everyone else you still cease to exist. I know our hands will lock together like the missing pieces completing a puzzle. Making me Your's, but more precisely making you Mine.
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Mine
*She will lose herself in a book and find herself in poetry She thinks that religion is a sacrilege and that long showers are sacred She makes love when she's tired and never tires of making love She is irreverent in her humor and pious in her gravity She is diligent in completing her work and ambitious of her quest for leisure She is the personification of romanticism and the embodiment of compassion She exists harmoniously in my mind*
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Embedded
Intro: Start with a hook sharp enough to catch many fish. Move into a broad outline of topic. Add some examples to peek the interest. End with a sentence that captures your thoughts. (Start the way you feel it should be). Body: Flavorful topic sentence to open paragraph one. State in detail specific examples and definitions. Follow with a reference or two, This keeps suspicion off you. Keep same format for paragraph two and three. (Continue on the feel that increases how you started). (Or retrograde and start a new direction). Conclusion: Wake the reader back up with thesaurus found words. State again the reason for your thoughts. Honing specifically on what you want to say, Without of course bringing in new info. End with a memorable sign off. (End with completing your thoughts). (Or start a new idea entirely), (Not leaving enough room for explanation).
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
English Is Format (Creativity Is Free)
You have no idea What it's like, to be a woman Everyday is a baptism by fire As she walks on the street Hundred hands appear From nowhere, as if conjured By a deft flick Of a magician's wand A magician who sends chills Down the length of her spine Chills that surpass even those On a wintry night in Antarctica Leaving her frozen Till every bone stands still As she is stripped of her dignity Reduced to a shadow of her self She strains every sinew in her throat As she sends out a distress signal Which fails to be intercepted As the people look on Some with fear Some with sheer indifference Some with a perverse interest But none answer the call of duty The call which is as basic As the need for oxygen You have no idea What it's like, to be a woman As she heads home Seeking much needed solace She is instead upbraided For wearing a short skirt For walking alone in the night For not being a lady As she fails to get support From the family she holds dear As a shipwreck survivor Barely floating in freezing waters Clings on to that piece of wood Her self-esteem nosedives Like that fateful Air India flight That crashed at Mangalore And shifts the blame onto herself For not understanding the men Who've brought her to this state And succumbs to Stockholm Syndrome Completing a vicious circle Leaving men and the patriarchy winners Winners who deserve the title As much as a student Who clears his trimesters Using bits of paper Tucked neatly inside his shoes
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
You have no idea What it's like, to be a woman
Art, unborn, aches to find form; to manifest itself. Within me it screams, while those around remain deaf to its cry. It claws to free itself from mortal chains, restless to share its vision with the world; to tell its story in verse and beauty. This art within, impatient, cannot wait. It struggles to find its voice within my finite days and world. Until at last, like a volcano, unable to restrain that voice, it erupts, and my art flows out, spilling onto paper. The words and images become solid, taking form, giving birth to the art within. Thus, completing me, quieting the cry inside.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
THE ARTIST WITHIN
Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter Joan of Arc battered Also tattered but, easily dismissive Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it- I’m drifted Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix, To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks, I can’t quit Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips Martyr to avoidance I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines Capably unstable Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in Avidly amiable Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend. Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings Completely complacent Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them. Aggressive and progressive. As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired Suppose I’m a skeptic Roasted or disconnected Just jaded, just met you Always over it too soon Burnt but I’m amused. I’m useful.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Martyr
Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter Joan of Arc battered Also tattered but, easily dismissive Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it- I’m drifted Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix, To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks, I can’t quit Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips Martyr to avoidance I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines Capably unstable Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in Avidly amiable Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend. Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings Completely complacent Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them. Aggressive and progressive. As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired Suppose I’m a skeptic Roasted or disconnected Just jaded, just met you Always over it too soon Burnt but I’m amused. I’m useful.
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Basking in postcoital bliss, talking between the sheets catching our breath, giggling with laughter treats Laying in the afterglow, tangled in the sheets sweating cooling skin, and completing greater feats Blissful in post euphoria, feeling quite appeased finding comfort in warm arms, putting me at ease Still sighing, touching, tasting, nuzzled in content reveling in the splendor, our minds and bodies, spent Let me drink, this moment in, before we turn to clocks, wishing only to start again, as seconds ticking  mocks. Snuggling together, eyes and hands so locked wishing for ourselves, more hours, on the clock
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
Splendid aftermath (Collaboration with Temporal Fugue)
I’ve fallen head over heels. Crazed into an unknown and different love. And this time I know. I know it’s different. So different; because my heart beats differently now. Not out of sync. Not out of place. Not beating in pain. It beats like it was meant too; in rhythm to something that matters. Into something that might change you. Into becoming perfect in someone’s eyes. The beauty of something so real, makes everything seem like diamonds. All unique; always and endlessly lasting forever. Communicating sweet gestures and making love seem like a person. You patiently wait and watch it grow. Into a gorgeous emotion. That will never leave your sight. Because now. It’s a part of you; a part of your life. I’ve landed in the arms of someone who makes my bones weak. But manages to keep me together with simple sentences. You are stunningly beautiful. You are everything I could ever want in a person. You give me butterflies when I see you. It makes you fall to pieces. Crumbling like your favourite dessert, but still tasting ever-so sweet. You melt. But you are still intact; more intact you ever thought you could be. And you smile, making you feel whole again. Completing the jig-saw puzzle of your life. We all dream. Of a love which will carry us away. That will make us feel like a fantasy in our own special movie. And we’ll live happily ever after, regardless of where we are. Never doubting anything that may come your way. A love so powerful, that the settings don’t matter. Only the two of you count. Time seems so unimportant when you’re together, because you know what makes you grin. Living your dream, with that one person. Who makes the day all worth it. So I’ve fallen head over heels. Into something I never prepared for. Into something most people can only dream of. And in that moment, when you feel the love in your soul. You are at peace. Cuddling up to the one who made it all happen. Thinking... “Thank you, for making my dreams become real” And they’ll smile, and say “I would never take it back. Your love gets me through the day.” The psychic bond, of the minds. And you’ll melt together, like ice-cream on a chocolate cake. So sweet, so right together, and the moment will last forever. Like lovers.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
Head over Heels
I’ve fallen head over heels. Crazed into an unknown and different love. And this time I know. I know it’s different. So different; because my heart beats differently now. Not out of sync. Not out of place. Not beating in pain. It beats like it was meant too; in rhythm to something that matters. Into something that might change you. Into becoming perfect in someone’s eyes. The beauty of something so real, makes everything seem like diamonds. All unique; always and endlessly lasting forever. Communicating sweet gestures and making love seem like a person. You patiently wait and watch it grow. Into a gorgeous emotion. That will never leave your sight. Because now. It’s a part of you; a part of your life. I’ve landed in the arms of someone who makes my bones weak. But manages to keep me together with simple sentences. You are stunningly beautiful. You are everything I could ever want in a person. You give me butterflies when I see you. It makes you fall to pieces. Crumbling like your favourite dessert, but still tasting ever-so sweet. You melt. But you are still intact; more intact you ever thought you could be. And you smile, making you feel whole again. Completing the jig-saw puzzle of your life. We all dream. Of a love which will carry us away. That will make us feel like a fantasy in our own special movie. And we’ll live happily ever after, regardless of where we are. Never doubting anything that may come your way. A love so powerful, that the settings don’t matter. Only the two of you count. Time seems so unimportant when you’re together, because you know what makes you grin. Living your dream, with that one person. Who makes the day all worth it. So I’ve fallen head over heels. Into something I never prepared for. Into something most people can only dream of. And in that moment, when you feel the love in your soul. You are at peace. Cuddling up to the one who made it all happen. Thinking... “Thank you, for making my dreams become real” And they’ll smile, and say “I would never take it back. Your love gets me through the day.” The psychic bond, of the minds. And you’ll melt together, like ice-cream on a chocolate cake. So sweet, so right together, and the moment will last forever. Like lovers.
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We are polar opposites You are West, I am East Our views always contradict You have a sweet tooth, I don't like sweets You are white, I am black Not literally, but just in life view Sometimes you're ***** white and I'm clear black It varies from half empty to half full You are an extravert While I am an introvert You like being surrounded by people I'm fine being secluded in the darkest corner You're frank and always true I lie so no one will have a clue But you always know what I hide While I am oblivious if you're really fine You are a cat-lover, I am a dog-lover It rain cats and dogs when we're together You sing the sweetest meow at my whimper I happily wag my tail at your purr We both like music though But we listen to different genres We never even shared on one earphone So sometimes we just endure the silence You are a sadist, I am a ********* You leave bite marks on my skin Whenever you're overwhelmed But I'm really fine with it You like Vampire Diaries and Victoria's Secret While I like TVXQ and anime We'll never agree on a TV show Now who's gonna hold the remote control? You are a clean freak I am not that very clean You're probably next to Godliness While I'm second to the last in that list You are very hardworking, I am lazy While you are being busy I'm being a potato on the couch "Sweep the floor.", you said as the broom flew on my face, "Ouch!" I like food trips But you are on a diet You like to eat healthy I like to eat anything but veggies True, we don't have anything in common Except for the dislike of the black part of the fish's meat But we are familiar of our demons And the how-tos for its defeat Yes, we must be polar opposites And yes, we're like magnets Positive plus negative To each other, we are attracted I am salt, you are pepper And we complement each other We are each others' puzzle pieces Completing each others' emptiness We are yin and yang We cannot live without either one And most importantly, you and I We rhyme
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Polar Opposites
We are polar opposites You are West, I am East Our views always contradict You have a sweet tooth, I don't like sweets You are white, I am black Not literally, but just in life view Sometimes you're ***** white and I'm clear black It varies from half empty to half full You are an extravert While I am an introvert You like being surrounded by people I'm fine being secluded in the darkest corner You're frank and always true I lie so no one will have a clue But you always know what I hide While I am oblivious if you're really fine You are a cat-lover, I am a dog-lover It rain cats and dogs when we're together You sing the sweetest meow at my whimper I happily wag my tail at your purr We both like music though But we listen to different genres We never even shared on one earphone So sometimes we just endure the silence You are a sadist, I am a ********* You leave bite marks on my skin Whenever you're overwhelmed But I'm really fine with it You like Vampire Diaries and Victoria's Secret While I like TVXQ and anime We'll never agree on a TV show Now who's gonna hold the remote control? You are a clean freak I am not that very clean You're probably next to Godliness While I'm second to the last in that list You are very hardworking, I am lazy While you are being busy I'm being a potato on the couch "Sweep the floor.", you said as the broom flew on my face, "Ouch!" I like food trips But you are on a diet You like to eat healthy I like to eat anything but veggies True, we don't have anything in common Except for the dislike of the black part of the fish's meat But we are familiar of our demons And the how-tos for its defeat Yes, we must be polar opposites And yes, we're like magnets Positive plus negative To each other, we are attracted I am salt, you are pepper And we complement each other We are each others' puzzle pieces Completing each others' emptiness We are yin and yang We cannot live without either one And most importantly, you and I We rhyme
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Little speckled bird, quirky nerd, owl eyes- gleaming behind the glasses, often you zoom inwards and land in that never never land beyond the reach of most, yet I am in love with your ingeniousness that defies words. bit strange it may sound but I am one who explores the hidden spaces beyond my desired comfort zones. they warn me saying a nerd is a killjoy, nothing else Swimming against the tide I hear your excited chirps inside making me restless with anticipation, my intellectual slant received your approval, many times,I am hopeful growing my beard long I'll wait here, till you return completing your mission.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
The nerd and her suitor
Your aura Is like the fog underneath the blue sky beckoning the ground and settling peacefully, pure. Thick and lustrous, completing the world with every part, every breath of you.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Aura
From beach to beach to beach, glimmering shimmers of sand laden waves lap lazily at your feet. The seaweed masquerade of the crab clumsily dancing amongst the foam is paradoxically poignant but apt. Sighs of relief as the soothing sensation of the sea on hot blistered feet capture the essence of the moment. The simple pleasures of the beach; sand ridden toes and remarkably veined geodes; the golden grains and barnacle encrusted rocks provide a unique treasure indeed. And then comes the gentle pitter-patter of a sunshower- putting a literal damper on things- but uniquely completing the picturesque scene.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Day Two: The Beach
Isn't it ironic? How one can die while being completely alive? Or When the nights becomes days and the days becomes nights? Or What we can't see is supposed to be what we should see? Surely, We live in a world with infinite possibilities. One day you're here    One day you're there Sometimes this becomes that    And that becomes this But We live in a world, Where time slows as we lose the joy,    the excitement of life. And the moment we do get that joy,    get that excitement Time speeds up like a flash of lightning And you can't do anything... except to keep it as long lasting memories hoping it won't vanish into thin air. We live in a world where people steal from each other       thinking they would get more   thinking maybe this would be enough       maybe this would be my everything    maybe this is the answer to all But it just won't be enough     Because instead of creating,     people are taking.     Taking more than what they are able to make,     or keep... We live in a world where words exist, but are not lived out   We promise, but never really keep them Making promises that are kept Zero to None.   Does that make promises nonexistent? Or just not practiced at all. We say "I love you"   We know "I love you" It's one of the most universal phrase that exists! Yet most live their whole lives not knowing..    Not feeling..      Not completing... Those very beautiful words.   Words that is enough to resurrect the dead     to give life to a dying individual. But for me,         for what I've seen. The greatest irony of it all...    Most walk through life like they have already died       The minute they were born.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
"The Irony Of life"
Isn't it ironic? How one can die while being completely alive? Or When the nights becomes days and the days becomes nights? Or What we can't see is supposed to be what we should see? Surely, We live in a world with infinite possibilities. One day you're here    One day you're there Sometimes this becomes that    And that becomes this But We live in a world, Where time slows as we lose the joy,    the excitement of life. And the moment we do get that joy,    get that excitement Time speeds up like a flash of lightning And you can't do anything... except to keep it as long lasting memories hoping it won't vanish into thin air. We live in a world where people steal from each other       thinking they would get more   thinking maybe this would be enough       maybe this would be my everything    maybe this is the answer to all But it just won't be enough     Because instead of creating,     people are taking.     Taking more than what they are able to make,     or keep... We live in a world where words exist, but are not lived out   We promise, but never really keep them Making promises that are kept Zero to None.   Does that make promises nonexistent? Or just not practiced at all. We say "I love you"   We know "I love you" It's one of the most universal phrase that exists! Yet most live their whole lives not knowing..    Not feeling..      Not completing... Those very beautiful words.   Words that is enough to resurrect the dead     to give life to a dying individual. But for me,         for what I've seen. The greatest irony of it all...    Most walk through life like they have already died       The minute they were born.
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This is Seventeen. Seventeen is loosely in the beginning of my life. Seventeen is realizing you’ve got a whole lot of life left in front of you. It is accepting that life is a page of writing that has been started, but is nowhere near finished, that a few doors have closed, but many more are still open, that some choices are irrevocable, but some may be changed yet, that there are still many what ifs that need to be figured out. Seventeen is being caught in the limbo of being seen as an incompetent child and being forced to make adult decisions. Seventeen is having the freedom to drive anywhere, but having a curfew to stay within. Seventeen is losing many of the friends you used to have, but keeping the ones who are the closest to you, the ones who understand you the best, the ones you hope to have forever. Seventeen is being able to stay up late, eating pizza in the park, and play on a playscape trying to be kids for just a little longer. Seventeen is year long concert series and jamming out to your favorite bands covered in sweat. Seventeen is dying your hair bright colors, much to your mother’s disparagement, and then changing it a week later. Seventeen is being forced to choose what you want to do with the rest of your life when your favorite food changes on a daily basis and you have no idea how to function without your mom nagging you. Seventeen is being excited, scared, sad, angry, hopeful, happy, jealous all at once and trying to deal with it, while still completing your homework on time.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
This is Seventeen
This is Seventeen. Seventeen is loosely in the beginning of my life. Seventeen is realizing you’ve got a whole lot of life left in front of you. It is accepting that life is a page of writing that has been started, but is nowhere near finished, that a few doors have closed, but many more are still open, that some choices are irrevocable, but some may be changed yet, that there are still many what ifs that need to be figured out. Seventeen is being caught in the limbo of being seen as an incompetent child and being forced to make adult decisions. Seventeen is having the freedom to drive anywhere, but having a curfew to stay within. Seventeen is losing many of the friends you used to have, but keeping the ones who are the closest to you, the ones who understand you the best, the ones you hope to have forever. Seventeen is being able to stay up late, eating pizza in the park, and play on a playscape trying to be kids for just a little longer. Seventeen is year long concert series and jamming out to your favorite bands covered in sweat. Seventeen is dying your hair bright colors, much to your mother’s disparagement, and then changing it a week later. Seventeen is being forced to choose what you want to do with the rest of your life when your favorite food changes on a daily basis and you have no idea how to function without your mom nagging you. Seventeen is being excited, scared, sad, angry, hopeful, happy, jealous all at once and trying to deal with it, while still completing your homework on time.
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~ *Lost inside a labyrinth Tight-lipped tinkerer open-mouthed cynosure Pressing matters completing their circuit all things said, but not spoken Osculated locution, succinct phrasing released, but not heard The human element imparting seminal spark —together felt and touched A tingling syntax owing to its art becoming its nucleus* ~
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
A Kiss is a Conversation
Does time actually exist? do we move forward in a linear fashion, or do we exist in a evolutionary rotation. does this reality have a beginning and an end, or is it in a constant state of flux. it seems time is only relevant to those that can perceive its regular alterations. yet perceptions can be deceiving. how can we truly know anything if our senses cannot be trusted. regardless our limitations we are moving forward, mutations of energy intimately woven into the fabric of spacetime. We exist in a great unknown, a sea of mysteries of few obvious truths. do not fear the unknown, learn to love the questions and the answers may come in time. whether we are moving forward, or, completing a cycle, love the time you're given; because all we have is now, for tomorrow and yesterday exist solely in the confines of our minds.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Onward
We set out from our homes With aspirations bright A bag pack of skills And a sceptre of perfection A potion of blessings To keep company We are complete. Through the low nights And during the blazing noons, Through the hard needles of showers, Until we reach the land of flowers, We unravel Secrets of the deep and the dark We gain and yet sometimes loose We fathom Through the layers wise And make our axioms On a quiet night however, When we plunge in retrospection A star shines bright Connecting and completing the picture We are but one glowing dot from the many And the canvass completes With the treasure of family lineage All encompassing and strengthening A synecdoche of life.
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
Synecdoche
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; They have taught you to see Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things, A cunning algebra in the faces of men, And God like geometry Completing his circles, and working cleverly. I'll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind; If I can—if any one could. Then perhaps in the dark you'll have got what you want to find. You've discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes, And I'm a kaleidoscope That you shake and shake, and yet it won't come to your mind. Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you! Do you fear I shall swindle you? Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you Must have me all in your will and your consciousness— I hate you.
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A Spiritual Woman
Shot a rabbit two days ago, it was a good shot taken at distance from height. The rabbit died instantly, it had been digging holes in my lawns, it had to go. I watched it die and I had cause to ponder the death from a religious angle, where believers say we go to another place when we die? I know where this rabbit went, he went into my vegetable garden, buried deep with all the other varmints and critters that have crossed my path. Over the years we, (my wife and I), have turned that patch of barren volcanic ash into a wondrous source of lettuce, potatoes, onions, rhubarb, tomatoes and leek..by adding the carbonaceous remnants of not only these creatures but of composted vegetation, seaweed and selected fertilizers. We also grow the most beautiful roses and deliahs and crysanthemums you will ever come across. And do you know...in the dark of night other little rabbits and bugs and things come out and nibble those very creations...unaware that they are completing the circle of being. This is the true spirit of creation, as I see it, where deep in the garden, the motes of nutrition transmogrify beneficially from one entity to another, eventually, for the common good of all. This is the basis of my belief. Feet on the ground... What is....most definately is! M. Taranaki NZ
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Round and round it goes.....
All day panda girl reclines Exercise she declines Horsey girl will bring you luck   ( U ) Her legs are strong and she drives a truck Bonobo girl is worth consideration Taking account of her reputation Cat girl charms you with her eyes She chings her  claws and claims her prize Crocodile girl will make you happy Until she gets a bit too snappy Dormouse girl may give a peep Together you'll have a lovely sleep Turtle girl will be just swell If you coax her from her shell Wallaby girl needs some space To hop about from place to place Tarantula girl gives you pangs When she shows her fearsome fangs Cougar woman's after me Completing my  fantasy Menagerie
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC
Girls just fun
A puzzle and its tiny pieces With little details and creases Fitting perfectly to the right parts Creating one whole piece of art Puzzles can be quite a handful It's fragile yet still beautiful It's time consuming and requires attention From beginning up till completion Remember that each piece is vital To lose one is highly crucial No two pieces are the same Each has its own part to claim Emptiness of one piece filled by another And careless mistakes that can make you start over Once it's finished it can be put up for display Or can be rebuilt again on another day As I was completing my puzzle I accidentally gave it a hard nuzzle The pieces went flying all over All that effort now just a blur I started to pick up the pieces one by one Wishing that they're still intact Realizing that the puzzle is (still) undone I hope I can get you, my missing piece back
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Missing Puzzle Piece