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"conversating" poems
Sometimes I'm feeling like... I need'a Speed up. Move fast. As the Green light turns Red. Pedal to metal. I am off in a flash. Foot on lock. Won't ease up. Drift off. Drift late. Just wait. Skidding with thunder. As the Red Accord rubber wheels bleed We recede in aero Fall off Into the off ramps bridge Onto The freeways Incoming traffic Levitated, watching myself Crashing Going numb. No longer masking. My actions.      my actions. cause they are there to see From the bridge Lights flashing Honking, speeding passing Cannot flee. Hitting elements. Fire, cement, gust of mighty winds glass, clashing. With a subtle gentle breeze I am there I stare I am surrounded by the abyss Our life They are there O' so aware We conversating without words Bliss Awaken We all are bare Naked
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
A time of somes.
Written spells and locked doors. Mental dispels and cursed flaws. Aching tensions and delusional illusions. Illusive dreams and paths to explore. Wide awake, like a bat... My mind is on high alert, it never goes to sleep. Constant mental chatter, an over-active mental state. It is eternal and I live in the misery and learn to control it. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. My mind is it's own person, it's own monster. It opposes different ideologies, beliefs, and conflicts, into one. I question my mind and talk to myself like a mad clown. Conversating in my own form. Boundless amount of wit and seedless unpleasant jokes. Dark and uncensored, explicit and provocative. A ***** tongue with **** lips to make you want to play with me more. But am I really what you desire? Or have you created your own storm. Do I reflect you? Or do you just reflect yourself through me. Smile through the misery, you can't die with a serious face. Stitch up the corners and pull it up high so you never have to cry again. Maybe I am you, or maybe I am just suffering through my own madness. Maybe my madness has become someone else. My actions of contradictory displays. But you love me though... Lets play
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Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
The Joker
Epicenters Horizons Inciting Lighting Exciting Wrecked Whirling Into Space Seismic Wave Arising Arose Around Me Oh So Violate Tyrant Seismic Wave Bass Rhyming Conversating Enlightening Thrown Suddenly Left Blank Seismic Wave
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
Seismic Wave
First flame of rebellion Cough of wrong Tip ashing like laughs coming The paper peels back Like stress of mind With each P U F F Inhale B L O W Smoke curls And fans as beautifully As the faces around you Conversating in the cold Intellect Intelligence Swavely sung as we **** on our sticks of Death Youth burning brighter Than the ember incinerating the innards of Our rolled false freedom The night grows old As our fingers feel the Stinging heat Of a bud burned out As exhausted eyes blink We tap our packs And tuck them sweetly into pockets As mothers to children We leave one another with An ancient bad taste dry on our tongues Returning to our traditional lives To complain the same as always Until tomorow evening Repeat Repeat
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Cigarette
I was sitting at the edge of the woods, Feeling the saliva glaze my throat. I told them all this **** was good, Conversating with my ghost. Like a leaf on a river floating aimlessly no where, I got washed up in the end. A girl was there to bring me here, This is what she said: Man with hair as brown as earth, Listen to my words. Plants can heal, Plants can **** People can heal, People do **** Peace was lost, Yet to be found. Share your plant, Earn the crown. And She disappeared out of the blue, I knew exactly what to do. Now I write with HIGH *** hope, To spread the love Ive learned to know. The temper is gone, I've disposed of hate. You wont understand, Until you can relate. "Give peace a chance" Said a wise, wise man, Before your last dance, Lend a hand. ---------------------------------- Not everybody gets a chance to live life to its fullest, so why not take that chance? **** the fighting, **** judgement, **** so-called "medicine". Negotiate. Smoke a joint and chill. Open your mind. Learn to love. If I can do it, so can the world.
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 1:36 PM UTC
A Single Plant For The Whole World
i cried this morning while washing my fruits my tears mingling with water fixated on conversating about my emotions simply due to the fact that everything in my garden was grown by the love of me only to be harvest on a regular tuesday sunny afternoon by none other than the hands of you
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Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 5:33 PM UTC
fruitful tears
Conceived In Hollywood Conceived inside of Hollywood, you have no idea what it means to be me, and that’s not saying we can’t relate to basic things, but honestly other than that we wear different rings, we move in different circles, we don’t lose our bets or virtues, careful kid which path you choose, because the Truth it can hurt you, and that’s the true too, see, I was conceived, inside of Hollywood, you have no idea what it means to be me, and that’s not saying we can’t relate to basic things, but honestly other than that we wear different rings, I’ve been assigned and equipped with a grand design by Thee Divine, seriously I’m, not telling you anything you don’t already know, The Secret is that there’s no secret, even though there’s a difference between backstage and front of show, front of show shows shows to show off to the Masses wearing rose colored glasses, meanwhile the whole time the action that’s happening backstage is outlandish I know, those in the In Crowd conversating and communicating to conduct the energy flow, In other words out there is where the soulless try and fill their empty shells with our energy, and in here is where we build and learn and communicate to create everything for the show, so, what choice does that leave me with, was initiated before birth, see I’m more than a human I’m an idea, I am the healing I am the hurt, I am in line to have the last laugh even though my pole is first, pole, as in pole position, should have to spell it out for you, but sometimes you have to open up their eyes before they can see the vision, my eyes are open as a wise old Owl perched upon a castle’s turret having visions, this just in, no News is news, when, you are Reality, I was conceived, inside of Hollywood, you have no idea what it means to be me, and that’s not saying we can’t relate to basic things, but honestly other than that we wear different rings, we know different people, we do different things, there’s very few who rule it’s true, that’s not a mystery, that’s not even a dispute, that’s fact, 100% Truth. ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
∆ Conceived In Hollywood ∆
Conceived In Hollywood Conceived inside of Hollywood, you have no idea what it means to be me, and that’s not saying we can’t relate to basic things, but honestly other than that we wear different rings, we move in different circles, we don’t lose our bets or virtues, careful kid which path you choose, because the Truth it can hurt you, and that’s the true too, see, I was conceived, inside of Hollywood, you have no idea what it means to be me, and that’s not saying we can’t relate to basic things, but honestly other than that we wear different rings, I’ve been assigned and equipped with a grand design by Thee Divine, seriously I’m, not telling you anything you don’t already know, The Secret is that there’s no secret, even though there’s a difference between backstage and front of show, front of show shows shows to show off to the Masses wearing rose colored glasses, meanwhile the whole time the action that’s happening backstage is outlandish I know, those in the In Crowd conversating and communicating to conduct the energy flow, In other words out there is where the soulless try and fill their empty shells with our energy, and in here is where we build and learn and communicate to create everything for the show, so, what choice does that leave me with, was initiated before birth, see I’m more than a human I’m an idea, I am the healing I am the hurt, I am in line to have the last laugh even though my pole is first, pole, as in pole position, should have to spell it out for you, but sometimes you have to open up their eyes before they can see the vision, my eyes are open as a wise old Owl perched upon a castle’s turret having visions, this just in, no News is news, when, you are Reality, I was conceived, inside of Hollywood, you have no idea what it means to be me, and that’s not saying we can’t relate to basic things, but honestly other than that we wear different rings, we know different people, we do different things, there’s very few who rule it’s true, that’s not a mystery, that’s not even a dispute, that’s fact, 100% Truth. ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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so there's this boy.... his eyes are pool's of blue I'd so willingly drown in. And when he smiles I just can't help but stare and smile too. so there's this boy.... And let me tell you, I can see it all. I can see how he'll look at me early in the morning when we first wake up, or how late at night he'll pull me close. I see all the love that would be shared between us, the late movie night's and early breakfast's before work. sometimes I feel like we could be holding an eternity of possibilities in our hands. so there's this boy.... And you may not believe me but he's got a heart of gold.... it shines through everything he does. how he talks to people, conversating like it's the best part of his day. it's in all the little things you wouldn't notice if you didn't truly look. but it's in everything he does. so there's this boy.... And I can't seem to stop thinking about him.... and he probably doesn't even know. but I'm telling you there's this boy and every time he comes to mind, I get a glimpse of what we truly could be.
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
This boy
You might say I am talented, and talented am I But maybe not the way in which you're thinking My words may seem so balanced as they bleed before your eyes But the veins from which they spill are badly torn The peace that I have wanted only seems fit to comply Scarcely randomly between each effort's sinking It is my greatest challenge to find beauty in the lies And the tragedies now endlessly reborn I tell myself each instance, it won't be like times before But repeatedly, I doubt the words I'm saying Even though I know the future has such miracles in store My worries and my fears come out to play Instead of having patience, I embrace what I abhor 'Til what little peace I've found, I am forsaking And I find it that much harder to keep holding out for more Through the torment of such never ending pain So, I write down every word of which I need to hear the most The very words I often speak to others And arrange them in a way I know I'll keep them very close And reflect on them each time I lose my way But, as my understanding seems to venture oh so close To the truths that I so often seem to smother The party starts all over, and I play the gracious host Entertaining every doubt in every way What seems like creativity so sanely resonating Is emotion never making up its mind Although it may seem natural, each time, I'm hesitating Almost never satisfied with what I say So many imperfections in the art that I'm creating But I blend them in the best way I can find 'Til the beauty of the heartache and the pain so devastating Ring out true for me as madness leads the way My writing helps me through each darker day that's always waiting And the storms which come to rage within my mind Even in this reading, some of you are now relating As you see the bitter truth in what I say Don't focus on the way that I arrange my conversating Focus on the messages within the rhymes For my talent isn't in the way the words are correlating It's in showing, just like you, I'm not okay
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Beneath the Surface
You might say I am talented, and talented am I But maybe not the way in which you're thinking My words may seem so balanced as they bleed before your eyes But the veins from which they spill are badly torn The peace that I have wanted only seems fit to comply Scarcely randomly between each effort's sinking It is my greatest challenge to find beauty in the lies And the tragedies now endlessly reborn I tell myself each instance, it won't be like times before But repeatedly, I doubt the words I'm saying Even though I know the future has such miracles in store My worries and my fears come out to play Instead of having patience, I embrace what I abhor 'Til what little peace I've found, I am forsaking And I find it that much harder to keep holding out for more Through the torment of such never ending pain So, I write down every word of which I need to hear the most The very words I often speak to others And arrange them in a way I know I'll keep them very close And reflect on them each time I lose my way But, as my understanding seems to venture oh so close To the truths that I so often seem to smother The party starts all over, and I play the gracious host Entertaining every doubt in every way What seems like creativity so sanely resonating Is emotion never making up its mind Although it may seem natural, each time, I'm hesitating Almost never satisfied with what I say So many imperfections in the art that I'm creating But I blend them in the best way I can find 'Til the beauty of the heartache and the pain so devastating Ring out true for me as madness leads the way My writing helps me through each darker day that's always waiting And the storms which come to rage within my mind Even in this reading, some of you are now relating As you see the bitter truth in what I say Don't focus on the way that I arrange my conversating Focus on the messages within the rhymes For my talent isn't in the way the words are correlating It's in showing, just like you, I'm not okay
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My dream cycle continues after my eyes first open But they're as fleeting as the feelings I've tried to rope in. It was a hassle to make the lasso for it was a vast chore I see more than I speak, wondering what people wear the mask for. Trading in the conversating to check how I am operating Too many problems we've been elongating, It's frustrating, and painstakingly obvious we've been separating When only, our thoughts are rearranging, fluctuating, and demonstrating - New ways to gain power. So I'm trying new ways to spend my hours Find bliss through lists I want to accomplish. Melancholy thoughts can create or demolish And so through routine, our being, we must constantly polish. Free yourselves from the skull and get astonished by the magic in the universe, inside your soul. You're carefully crafting this fractal of reality that we see, with every thought Letting go is a must, even with things we had sought. The spirit speaks, listen to what it has taught, and is currently teaching. Your higher self will take you to higher peaks, so where are you reaching? Does it serve yourself enough to be happy within? Accepting the oneness and your ability to inspire, a new life begins.
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
it's 12:30 PM, do you know where your head's at?
I'll say after a good amount of searching and reading, conversating and listening. That maybe its the mad ones who sit like statues on the steps facing Beacon street, who may be the only ones who really know the truth. There's that way we are all supposed to be and that cruel myth that is happiness. The tales they tell as truths keep me seeking out the whys while beating back the reasons. Material joys can numb it, but its the drugs that **** the pain, new cars don't. Let the masses look to their religions let it act as their ****** For my gods are closest when danger is near. There's not enough answers, just as there are no real Saints in San Pedro. As far as I can tell. Friends may come and go but it's the addictions who remain reliable. Where people hurt drugs comfort. Put me in charge of this destiny, I've guided it thus far through the foggy mornings and forgotten nights. The short lived happy times and the hardest of times that always outshine them all on paper. Allow me a little control of this destiny, however short lived that destiny may become.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
The Search Is Over
"Give your heart a break from knowing his favorite color Give your heart a break from dreaming about his lips and his eyes, remember the ones you spent countless nights getting lost in? Give your heart a break from conversating with his shadow and start getting to know your own skin Give your heart a break from drowning his phone in one sided apologies and hopeless "i love you's" you've done your best i guess and my darling I can't tell you why he is so cold hearted but I can tell you that there is a fire burning inside of you and your lungs are evacuated your burning building and it'll come out the right way in the end i promise and yes he's a **** but you hopelessly fall at his feet and can't help how the love you have found is killing you faster than a gunshot and quicker than an overdose, my dear I'm so ******* sorry he doesn't understand how much you love him and I'm sorry your veins have become untwined with his but you wanted to fall in love the contract clearly stated the consequences of loving this dangerous boy things are bad now but I know he'll come around i know it, after all once you fall in love the first time, you never really fall out of it but for now just do yourself a favor and give your heart break." (v.m)
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
The best advice I'll probably never give myself
& I Know & I Know & I Know Its Hot & Its Cold I'm High Survive The Lows 3 Am With The Candles Low Writing Rituals Angels Shake With Window Cove Tea Kettle Screaming In There On The Kitchen Stove If You Dont Resonate With Me Its Because We Difent Yo Im On A Mission Here To Save Raise Planet Earth Jet The Human Race Face Sweating Over Dose The Herb Psychedelic Star Seed Flowing Bar **** So Superb Heart Eyed Green & Peep Meditating Breathy. HEAVY & My Palms Wet Smokers Claiming To Be Stoners Toking **** Sweat Thorat Chackra Gong Trachea Brontasores LONG Neck I'm Here Projecting Spheres I Ain't Gone Yet Passing Through My Space Ship On A Long Quest Battle Ready Conquest Mother's Earths Roots Be Boots I'm Strong Yes So Powerful Limitless I Make The Shower Glow I Spit Powdered Snow I'm Oath Like Owl Toe I'm Kato I'm Deeper Than The Sea Floor Ancient Alien Pleadia Here 1000 Times Before No Need For Debating Conversating Amazing Of Courses I'm So Sure Love & Compassion WISDOM Knowing The Planet Grateful Don't Take Things For Granet Every Thoughts A Seed If Its Ya Need Water It With Ya Energy Ascending Into A Better Me Trancend The Remedy Light House Remember Me 7 Legion If You Faced With An Emeny Kleem Or Kato I'm Able To Tranmuate The Negative Energy I'm Soul Savior NOT A Slave To Label Romance & Treasure Never Brraking Codes Even For Pleasure Even For The Baddest Chick I'm A Higher Being Soul Sings On Galactic Ships
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Galactic Speech
I wonder what it was like to be the first humans I wonder what it was like to see the world so clean, wild,and free. before skyscrapers and cars before lights and freight trains. I bet the first humans listened better and understood more. Now we have a robot(siri) conversating with us telling us what to do. When before we listened to the wind and the stars to tell us our way. The first humans made there way without a GPS and we get lost in our own city streets now. The first humans traveled on foot, drank water from streaming river bends, and ate whatever they could hunt up on the way. That life would be great too be able to be the first person to name a bird or a snake OH and what a sight it would be to watch the world as it grows and forms like seeing The Grand Canyon when water was actaully all the way to the top of it. Or seeing the Pyramids Form. I think that If I was the first human we would be in a hell of alot better situation then we are now. The first human could've made the decision for peace and not war the first person we had was a bad seed he made the wrong decision that day and look what that decision has led too Billions of years of living with one person mistake.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
The First Human
Love-An intense feeling of deep affection. Secrets exchanged between the glances we share. Brown. The color i long to see looking back at me when my day can't seem to go right. The color i long to dive into, to feel all around me. Dear Ms. Brown eyes, you have me enthralled, longing for you to merely say hello. Brown, the color that feels like warmth and the safety in what we call home. Like a pirate i will adventure into the abyss of this thing we call love. Vulnerable-susceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm. I stood there as naked as could be but yet fully clothed and i begged you to love me, to love me in the now. To love me forever and you whispered like the sound of snowflakes  when falling that you would be there for as long as your heart would let you. You said "being this close is not what i do i cannot promise of forever" Dear Ms.Brown eyes, i'm slowly melting like the last snowman in the transition from winter to summer i'm yours to hold. Summer....Will that be our deadline? Brown, the color of love. The color i have learned is my new favorite color and its all because you smiled at me and your eyes did all the talking as if we were on the dancefloor letting nothing but our bodies do the conversating. Dear Ms.Brown eyes, is it safe to say this will be our happily ever after?
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Ms.Brown eyes
Red sheets and the Cool sides of my crimson pillow case. Warm air Breezes into my brand new place. My fan is rotating The birds are conversating The sun will rise soon And then it will be noon And then the day will be done But I'll still feel the sun From my heart beat sheets And my room, complete.
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
my first place
Ever since I was a girl. I knew what it felt like to do good, to be genuinely good. In return, I humbled myself at seeing the glistening faces of glee looking at me. But in the reflection of their pearlesent whites, I had gazed upon my smile an mixture of dispear. Counciously conversating with myself what I did that day. Critizing what I could have done better. Everyday is like this for me, there will be no end. Hand in hand we walk, my sickness, my friend.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
OCd
My thoughts desire to be loved before they even begin to exist. My mind is made of things I cannot use words to describe. Because I feel thoughts. I do not simply think them. I think in feelings. My thoughts are plagued by emotions bigger than themselves. Let me explain; My thoughts are pure nothings without feelings, however my feelings are more than thoughts, therefore I cannot possibly tell you what I am "thinking" without first conversating with my feelings about what they are thinking. Rather they are not thinking, but they are feeling thoughts.. The feeling thought is called a "fought". All fights end with one final "fought"
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Fought.
I smoke from a.m. to p.m. I see them. Them man acting all crazy, lazy, johnny blazing, fire devastating waiting, conversating, again with myself in the mirror my only friend. Again my loud voice it brings fear to all man I talk and conversate with the spirit that does awaken that man that had his hold in Satin but God Almighty Save him because in the end Omega sees all life through and through wins in the right time comes through always hope always hope always hope I smoke from a.m. to p.m. I see them. obscene him, acting mean lean fighting machine clean like bald head like I'm Mr clean with a meme scrub suds off your *** I have on all my clothes she has on nothing fully exposed, Extra, extra! Yah heard I'm an intellectual mind flying in the third divine living line after line till day to time And I am out my mind cause I smoke from a.m. to p.m. I see them. I think I'm fine putting it down her spine. I got to live on letting on let go explode like a bomb does implode if I did that will I extract the divine love that comes from two souls entwine like a snowflake and the spine hold 7 in front of us I must say I do trust God to guide. and I fly, and I do collide like an asteroid, meteor shower she wants her power Like a tower, I do stand firm still cannot instill fear in me because like metal I am not real. Intrigued by that my gat speaks load, slugs that hit you back. So I smoke from a.m. to p.m. I see them. See them see them.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
I Smoke
Move along.. I can no longer be His. His potential Anything..His I Am Moving On. Carry along. Moving On. I am not here for the taking.. Here for the asking. I am No longer waiting anticipating. I'm not sitting back casually talkin like that. Friendly conversating as a matter of fact. As if we going to be all that. In fact His vibe began to fall flat. Times I felt we could eventually move past parts or our dislikes and can't do's. Things I'd usually refuse. When Up shows His disrespectful avenues. Failure to acknlowledge simple manners, Failed to allow lil ways Sorry's can be used to pamper. He shows thoughts of irrational behavior. Actions that proves he need a Savior,. I tried to hesitate! Give Him a chance to correct or compensate. Before I shut down doors block entirely. Remove contact, texts and delete history. No I'll bow out gracefully. I'll even say a goodbye, You don't have to reply. No Worries I did enjoy any good moments. Any good times and the best of you we spent. I know now it may seem irrelevant. Some may say wasted time spent. No it was a lesson learned event. He moved so fast he wanted to make me His ms.right cartell All so fast..he didnt even know me well. Gone.. Goin Gone... Slow down Go fast Move Along! By SelinaSharday S.A.M 2018 TM
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Dating/Undone!
I like the mumble Fan rotating People conversating The background Sound Of friends who come round A not so small town Roommates getting loud And I like the jumble I like to roll and rhyme to pass sweet time Climate like a jungle Thick in the air Big f*ckin hair And I don't care Just want your stare She wears glitter And jeans that just fit her A part time babysitter He wears a white t Wonder does he like me I'll never know So take a puff From my one hitter :)
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
college
From the heaven, falls an angel in disguise Torn wings, broken ribs, unable to rise Cries in pain as now in a human form Covers itself with rags from the upcoming storm I see it clearly as I am sitting in my tree house Away from city life and the desperate lazy louse Pitting on the ambience, I called out to it Shiny blue eyes sparkled at me with its wit I welcomed it in my tree nest to warm up and sit Scared of conversating about its existence A quite being, I admired its patience I told it, not to worry as I was its own kind Fallen almost a decade ago, from the heavenly bind It smiled and spoke with a glowing lit up face Finally, I've found you...O' Master!! O' thy Grace!! ©sim
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
Fallen Angel
My man and another who was once a friend to me but ended up an enemy over complications Used to be my brother We were conversating on our past court cases and long lost lovers As one does as days pass Some we recall and others fictitious, for entertainment basis It was negative now looking back After all We came to the conclusion the only education we embrace is The knowledge of freedom due to time incarcerated The only lesson we can grasp Primitive thoughts lack direction Meaning, they **** at navigation Sail a moment of hope into a masked land mass And ignorance blames the placement Blood always runs thicker than water, even in the rivers that rose to flood Took the path of some resistance You always fear loss, if you've ever lost what you love So don't break cypher with negativity that's the metaphorical equivalent of a cashed blunt Keep it real Keep the front porch comforts close to you're heart Revered The only passions we lose contact with are the ones that we conceal
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Negativity: metaphorical equivalent of a cashed blunt
Summer is so peaceful it is the loudest season of them all If you listen closely you can hear the wind wildly blowing through the fully bloomed trees You can hear the birds conversating with each other so gracefully they too long for summer for they can finally come home the chatter of your neighbors as their family come to visit them Summer is so  beautiful Its a shame the days get shorter
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
12:33pm