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"debilitate" poems
Are we fated to dance to the same tune alone in our separate universes? Is it true that we must silently keep to our preordained curses? Are we destined to swoon at the beauty of the moon at differing time slots? Why were we given invisible ink to connect our lives' dots? Must it be that our lives revolve around the whims of the sun? Isn't it ludicrous that we won't see the intricate webs we've spun? Was it the plan that we exist only in our minds and hearts? Why do we have to tolerate starting when the other's ending and end at the other's starts? Has it been written that we can only afford to infinitely chase each others heartbeats? Was it foretold that we're trapped in a singular notion that never really fits? Is the game set as such that we can never emerge as winners? How is it that the ocean was made out of our tears that flowed from rivers? Why is it that with our entirety we believe but do not know? What's the reason for the path made clear but we're too afraid to go? What does it entail to possess the very least but yet you covet it the most? How do you pride yourself in something but not allowed to boast? Why do we frantically scramble to piece together jagged shards? Can't we just play this blasted deck of lousy cards? Is it destiny or cruelty to have found then lost? Why does it seem absurd that we have all its takes but can't afford the cost? Is it the thoughts that **** or the emotions that debilitate? Is it the challenges we take on or the curveballs we anticipate? Why bother when sheer folly is all it seems to be? Why tarry when the heart is free and the mind is ready? Is it ridiculous to have found myself still very bothered? Is it wrong to question fate that had always bound us tethered? Why is the good always bad and the bad becomes worse? Is it true that the harder we fight, the deeper we immerse? Has life turned to be but sad little rhetorics? Are we but performers on stages coerced into theatrics? Is it time for me to surface this one-man submarine? Will it be so that if I do, my journey would then begin...?
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Rhetoricals
Are we fated to dance to the same tune alone in our separate universes? Is it true that we must silently keep to our preordained curses? Are we destined to swoon at the beauty of the moon at differing time slots? Why were we given invisible ink to connect our lives' dots? Must it be that our lives revolve around the whims of the sun? Isn't it ludicrous that we won't see the intricate webs we've spun? Was it the plan that we exist only in our minds and hearts? Why do we have to tolerate starting when the other's ending and end at the other's starts? Has it been written that we can only afford to infinitely chase each others heartbeats? Was it foretold that we're trapped in a singular notion that never really fits? Is the game set as such that we can never emerge as winners? How is it that the ocean was made out of our tears that flowed from rivers? Why is it that with our entirety we believe but do not know? What's the reason for the path made clear but we're too afraid to go? What does it entail to possess the very least but yet you covet it the most? How do you pride yourself in something but not allowed to boast? Why do we frantically scramble to piece together jagged shards? Can't we just play this blasted deck of lousy cards? Is it destiny or cruelty to have found then lost? Why does it seem absurd that we have all its takes but can't afford the cost? Is it the thoughts that **** or the emotions that debilitate? Is it the challenges we take on or the curveballs we anticipate? Why bother when sheer folly is all it seems to be? Why tarry when the heart is free and the mind is ready? Is it ridiculous to have found myself still very bothered? Is it wrong to question fate that had always bound us tethered? Why is the good always bad and the bad becomes worse? Is it true that the harder we fight, the deeper we immerse? Has life turned to be but sad little rhetorics? Are we but performers on stages coerced into theatrics? Is it time for me to surface this one-man submarine? Will it be so that if I do, my journey would then begin...?
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Never judge a book by its cover - they say. Never believe a man's word over his actions - they say. Never trust without reason - they say. Why not? - I say. Humanity (as a virtue) is being crippled by humans as they stride past the crippled man, hunched-back and desperate to extend, to stand up, to reach out for that can of coffee at the grocery store. As they violate, debilitate and penetrate our minds by starving us of education and taunt us with grant money. As they reduce our complexity and significance and capabilities to stats charts numbers lines dots . As they stand, staring up eleven floors at a flailing, failing student ready to jump. As they stereotype us into boxes that we use to hold our belongings - our interior design. As they spend more money in one day than they pay the gardener over a week. As they scoff down ketchuped french fries after saying they were starving whilst they edge forward at the robot to ignore hungry begging children. As they complain about being alone when the others around them are also human. That's just it. The 'they' that we always speak of, 'They' are us. Unsheltered, not oblivious - we see the misery, suffering, pathetic pain - but we are ignorant of the barefoot woman with a load on her head and a life on her back, asking for a lift. Some of us see the strain but convince ourselves that our efforts would be insignificant, assure ourselves that it is hopeless, we are helpless. Science and religion seem like parallel lines but they converge on the point that Mankind is a superior species. 'Made in his image.' 'Increased cranial capacity, developed the ability to reason.' Yet we use that magnificence to justify our INcapability? Advanced beings in an age of connectivity and so disconnected from the essence of our own kind. We decide to be alone. There are rainbows of 'umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu' but Ubuntu becomes 'don't want to' and apathy is what makes us insignificant - indifferent and inhumane. To those who can read this, we are hypocrites - together - which means that we are never alone and thus we are made able. We are not helpless, we just Help Less. I refuse to hope less in humanity and allow us to be coaxed into an inferiority-complex when we can have progress and success but Only after we have oneness.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Hypocrites
Never judge a book by its cover - they say. Never believe a man's word over his actions - they say. Never trust without reason - they say. Why not? - I say. Humanity (as a virtue) is being crippled by humans as they stride past the crippled man, hunched-back and desperate to extend, to stand up, to reach out for that can of coffee at the grocery store. As they violate, debilitate and penetrate our minds by starving us of education and taunt us with grant money. As they reduce our complexity and significance and capabilities to stats charts numbers lines dots . As they stand, staring up eleven floors at a flailing, failing student ready to jump. As they stereotype us into boxes that we use to hold our belongings - our interior design. As they spend more money in one day than they pay the gardener over a week. As they scoff down ketchuped french fries after saying they were starving whilst they edge forward at the robot to ignore hungry begging children. As they complain about being alone when the others around them are also human. That's just it. The 'they' that we always speak of, 'They' are us. Unsheltered, not oblivious - we see the misery, suffering, pathetic pain - but we are ignorant of the barefoot woman with a load on her head and a life on her back, asking for a lift. Some of us see the strain but convince ourselves that our efforts would be insignificant, assure ourselves that it is hopeless, we are helpless. Science and religion seem like parallel lines but they converge on the point that Mankind is a superior species. 'Made in his image.' 'Increased cranial capacity, developed the ability to reason.' Yet we use that magnificence to justify our INcapability? Advanced beings in an age of connectivity and so disconnected from the essence of our own kind. We decide to be alone. There are rainbows of 'umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu' but Ubuntu becomes 'don't want to' and apathy is what makes us insignificant - indifferent and inhumane. To those who can read this, we are hypocrites - together - which means that we are never alone and thus we are made able. We are not helpless, we just Help Less. I refuse to hope less in humanity and allow us to be coaxed into an inferiority-complex when we can have progress and success but Only after we have oneness.
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What is your greatest fear? Do you worry about the past The present, the future? Do yesterdays woes play on your mind? Or the worries of tomorrow? How about the angsts of today? What is your greatest fear? Does money concern you? Do you envision that a lack of material wealth will make you a lesser person? Or that you won't be able to provide For your mother, wife or children? What is your greatest fear? Do you fear great adventure? From missions across treacherous terrains, To learning something new. Or maybe the unknown? Does a non-existent threat debilitate and paralyse you? What is your greatest fear? I would say mine own is the fading of a great ability To make words dance across a page as if they possess a life of their own To link together phrases, to bring life to seemingly dreary monologues To paint pictures with nouns and adjectives Record films with verbs and adverbs This is a gift I have been blessed with Yet I am scared For I do not know when my time will come And this pushes me But until then? I shall do what I know best I shall write, query and ponder all the great questions life has for us So I ask you What is your greatest fear?
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
What is your greatest fear?
I crave your touch I crave your teeth I long for the voice that doesn't match your age. Leather, thick musk, your tempting stare, should you leave bruises I wouldn't care I've been told I'm sick heard you are too, Could you love the broken as much as I do? You're just a fantasy wish you were standing here next to me, oh sweet calamity, you are just a fantasy. I think about you, too often for my own good. You invade my mind and debilitate  me Glorious magnanimous unspeakable things I want you to kiss me during war while I hold you close Thinking thoughts about you when I'm floating in the Yuba Blue oh sweet calamity, you are just a fantasy. wish you were here, wish you were breathin' down my neck -tight grip- rough touch- chains and leather fantasies together too many long nights with you in my head impossible unfathomable unimaginable just a, simple, fantasy. I think you look really nice too bad for me I'm afraid your heart's made of ice as your Ex-Wife would say you'd never look my way for the world is cruel to girls as young as me. I am nothing but a ghost standing guard waiting for you to relieve me from this post you'd never love me eye contact would set me free imagine a world of we... a silly little fantasy. Down on my knees crying out please I'd swallow I'd beg I'd cut off my leg just to hear you say my name, just to hear you say my name... just to feel your touch... you are just a fantasy held up on a pedestal for the poor to see oh what would life be like if I were not so young and you were not much older, for the world is cruel to girls as young as me... would you notice me? probably pass over me... what a silly little fantasy.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Hell Raiser
I crave your touch I crave your teeth I long for the voice that doesn't match your age. Leather, thick musk, your tempting stare, should you leave bruises I wouldn't care I've been told I'm sick heard you are too, Could you love the broken as much as I do? You're just a fantasy wish you were standing here next to me, oh sweet calamity, you are just a fantasy. I think about you, too often for my own good. You invade my mind and debilitate  me Glorious magnanimous unspeakable things I want you to kiss me during war while I hold you close Thinking thoughts about you when I'm floating in the Yuba Blue oh sweet calamity, you are just a fantasy. wish you were here, wish you were breathin' down my neck -tight grip- rough touch- chains and leather fantasies together too many long nights with you in my head impossible unfathomable unimaginable just a, simple, fantasy. I think you look really nice too bad for me I'm afraid your heart's made of ice as your Ex-Wife would say you'd never look my way for the world is cruel to girls as young as me. I am nothing but a ghost standing guard waiting for you to relieve me from this post you'd never love me eye contact would set me free imagine a world of we... a silly little fantasy. Down on my knees crying out please I'd swallow I'd beg I'd cut off my leg just to hear you say my name, just to hear you say my name... just to feel your touch... you are just a fantasy held up on a pedestal for the poor to see oh what would life be like if I were not so young and you were not much older, for the world is cruel to girls as young as me... would you notice me? probably pass over me... what a silly little fantasy.
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Rain pours Sleep rarely comes I medicate, intoxicate, debilitate I'm trapped Trapped in my own mind I'll never measure up to my imaginations expectations I'm a master of my own sabotage I crave, constantly craving I want to be painfully in love I want everyone I want everything I'm a black hole A vortex Unquenchable Writhing Confusing pain for pleasure Pleasure for pain I need the pleasure I want the pain Sensations paralyzing The dull ache never ceasing When did I become this ravenous beast? Can I be satisfied?
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
deprivation
*Destroy Your deception Employ A new direction Avoid Insurrection Life Is the lifeless love of laughter Looming in lethargy And lethality Rises Despises My emptiness Is no more As I soar through the open sky I roar with a question of why Why did my despair debilitate me so long I'm now considered strong Caught in this throng Of life Avoid Insurrection Employ This new direction And destroy Your deception*
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
Destroy Your Deception
You didn't surprise me, you upset me My defenses laid bare at your assault I have never ached so deep for someone's touch The jagged edge of my merciless memory festers Wallowing. My fingertips sore from constant busy work I'd rather be quiet and useful Than obvious and numb A fine line between the two Raw. Undone. I scream until my throat gives out Better to focus on that pain For your loss has left me gasping for air Searching violently for the unraveling end I just thought we were stronger than that On my knees before you Confessing all my sins Unhinged.
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May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
Uncanny Ability to Debilitate
I yield to the chanting winds The ones draining my strength I try, I pull, But I fall, and My rivers run red And sometimes I lose hope Tormenting whirlwinds nesting in my head debilitate my mind and body... as my soul hangs from tattered sheets I can't weep...tears don't solve a thing This life just stings and for a second I plead If this is it...agony and pain... Then please understand I'm not strong enough To carry on
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Yield
As I tiptoe to the moon Reaching my hands out for more Collected material with nonsensical remains No warmth, no war No spoken words influenced by a bleeding brain Fractures set by society Countless splintered flames Profound judgement does not exist The very essence of humanity Is conceived through elements Dense collected heavens falling Afflictions shoot away Through the tunnels of the wind Pommel and debilitate the sorrows and woes Spilling and weaving into the core of it all As I climb the steps to the stars Colorful doves begin to soar
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
The Tunnels Of The Moon
I slowly debilitate into nothingness For never before have I known this Losing my appetite and my mind Leaving my comfort far behind Blinded by beauty, oh your smile Could make this life seem worthwhile There is nothing that I wouldn't do For a chance to relax, just us two Laying outside, beneath the moon That shines but half as brightly as you
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
Discomfort via Debilitation
Predatory hate  patted her face and said"You are a nice morsel for any beast of pray,prowling in hunger, in this campus, see them roam around, in many enticing guises, to touch the likes of you with a dangerous longing " she heard the murmur in the wind and sent it back as her  messenger, "The moment you touched me, fiend the pollen of love that did spread on your fingers started to change you from inside, you won't be able to hate any more, take it as a gift, magic of love and  it's collective though  a curse to debilitate, power of hate"
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Hate in guises enticing
Why must this searing pain in my throat debilitate me, why must my lungs throb with such breathlessness again? thinking all this was over thinking all of this was done, i let myself collapse, falter and become so numb. i'll drown in fire and freeze in the depths of razor thunder. this is not electricity this is a pain i thought i'd forgotten or atleast padlocked into a cage
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
1:16 a.m. I'm done.
Love, My love lost in tangles. My lover lost in tangles the wind pushes and pulls, silk ribbons scarved around metal fence posts. Carved around sentimental friend posts, Computer monitor halitosis, Curvaceous moments leave you hopeless. Hopeless in the deep end and you drown, but love, Lost in angles. Lost in traditional hang-ups and Lost on a particular campus. Divide the mental anguish, Stand by and maybe hand this, back to me I might reciprocate and Debilitate and the modesty wont Depreciate as you make your, point. Stand by me, Look lackluster at the edges of perennial views. Stand by me, Walk me down the marital isle of your perpetual bad news. -P.S.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
Kissing Post
The power of intent, will, thought. The minutest beginning of an idea you conceive embodies a force that can debilitate The Power of Creation oh, so amazing Everything completed in a snap, in a blink, in a flicker I am a Creator and I am my creation We are Creators and we are our creations. We are in them and they are in us. Diminutive but infinitely vast. Multitude but One.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Create
time and time again They've trapped us in a box When this life gives us multiple opportunities to now grab our mind and unlock these locks. We can’t chain ourselves to complacency and root ourselves into a negative mentality. They have physiologically conformed us to feel what this world wants. Rooting us In fear and not faith but anxiety and insecurity, hatred but not joy, innovation, and LOVE but depression and failure don’t you see they’re working hard & motivated to define       our ability. Do you not see what they’ve done, how they are working hard to steal our identity by ultimately manipulating us to think it’s okay to Sulk into comparison to others. I tell you this that this is the enemy scheme captivating us to not experience our true ability to debilitate us to not see our courage Evolution & journey. America the Capital of capitalism has has compartmentalized us dividing us, by our ethnicity, our nationality even a little more concerning engraving that If education Wasn’t easy all along It is not a necessity. It is not your destiny to success but it is a foundation for change to not keep us hostage in a fixed mindset.          SO Let’s produce EXCELLENCE My beautiful Brown. LOVING PEOPLE please yearn to Grow in self education. Don’t you remember our history our people Were ripped away from this privilege we have right here our people were     ripped away from their heritage ripped from their culture brothers and sisters don’t be conformed to ignorance Educate your mind feed your soul Understand what this World is trying to portray as whole please please stay alarmed my beautiful brown people
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
My beautiful BLACK people
time and time again They've trapped us in a box When this life gives us multiple opportunities to now grab our mind and unlock these locks. We can’t chain ourselves to complacency and root ourselves into a negative mentality. They have physiologically conformed us to feel what this world wants. Rooting us In fear and not faith but anxiety and insecurity, hatred but not joy, innovation, and LOVE but depression and failure don’t you see they’re working hard & motivated to define       our ability. Do you not see what they’ve done, how they are working hard to steal our identity by ultimately manipulating us to think it’s okay to Sulk into comparison to others. I tell you this that this is the enemy scheme captivating us to not experience our true ability to debilitate us to not see our courage Evolution & journey. America the Capital of capitalism has has compartmentalized us dividing us, by our ethnicity, our nationality even a little more concerning engraving that If education Wasn’t easy all along It is not a necessity. It is not your destiny to success but it is a foundation for change to not keep us hostage in a fixed mindset.          SO Let’s produce EXCELLENCE My beautiful Brown. LOVING PEOPLE please yearn to Grow in self education. Don’t you remember our history our people Were ripped away from this privilege we have right here our people were     ripped away from their heritage ripped from their culture brothers and sisters don’t be conformed to ignorance Educate your mind feed your soul Understand what this World is trying to portray as whole please please stay alarmed my beautiful brown people
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don't hug never cry speak weak keep inside slay away fight dragons create distractions nothing sacred impose treachery make a mess of me exploit full blown don't own debilitate bait and switch nerve pinch don't hug never cry speak weak keep inside
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
unconscious
MODERN DAY, DISTANT DREAMS this atrocious war of insanity that rages within, the shrouded beast of dysfunctional desires that dictate and debilitate , the 24 hour transitional trance of commerce and commodity, modern day with its distant dreams An unstoppable brute force , ruler of the skies, hearts full of love and lies, visions of hell exchanged during the first coffee of the day, modern day, its distant dreams, and battery bred headless chickens The marketing of mayhem and prohibition of ambition, an intrinsic and intimate introvert the individual, ridiculed and ostracized for its apparent need to be that bit different,  modern day modern thoughts the future of distant dreams is but a story of hope with an ever-changing finale ****** the pariahs, the instigators of our world fires, their expectancy high their losses low, nothing new just new machinery, new symbolic scenery to cast a rope over , tie tight , clasp hands and jump, careful not to make a mess as this modern day will find a way to profit, find a way to proportion the blame, The new world order, you cannot cross our border, not with your attitude, your inconsistent way of life, bow down to our regime, to our points of view, the theme park rides run every 20 mins, get in line get on your carriage and get busy with conformity and ignorance as these modern days run so far from the tracks of your distant dreams, no more than incapable, inert, and shuffled along into others unquestionable and unscrupulous schemes, JANUARY 29.   2016.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Untitled
MODERN DAY, DISTANT DREAMS this atrocious war of insanity that rages within, the shrouded beast of dysfunctional desires that dictate and debilitate , the 24 hour transitional trance of commerce and commodity, modern day with its distant dreams An unstoppable brute force , ruler of the skies, hearts full of love and lies, visions of hell exchanged during the first coffee of the day, modern day, its distant dreams, and battery bred headless chickens The marketing of mayhem and prohibition of ambition, an intrinsic and intimate introvert the individual, ridiculed and ostracized for its apparent need to be that bit different,  modern day modern thoughts the future of distant dreams is but a story of hope with an ever-changing finale ****** the pariahs, the instigators of our world fires, their expectancy high their losses low, nothing new just new machinery, new symbolic scenery to cast a rope over , tie tight , clasp hands and jump, careful not to make a mess as this modern day will find a way to profit, find a way to proportion the blame, The new world order, you cannot cross our border, not with your attitude, your inconsistent way of life, bow down to our regime, to our points of view, the theme park rides run every 20 mins, get in line get on your carriage and get busy with conformity and ignorance as these modern days run so far from the tracks of your distant dreams, no more than incapable, inert, and shuffled along into others unquestionable and unscrupulous schemes, JANUARY 29.   2016.
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Harlequin cover carried on warm zephyrs north through febrile piedmont leviathans .. Furious March sediments that choke . Debilitate .. Frustrate and discolor ...
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Georgia Yellow Rain....
1/22/2020 A blank page. Is beautiful, Like an empty cardboard box. A blank page is pitiful, Like a bike without shocks. A blank page is powerful, Like he who controls the clocks. Words. Are dangerous, Like a career in bomb diffusion. Words are ponderous, Like time spent in seclusion. Words are useless, Like having skills in indecision. Expressions. Are misguiding, Like incorrect road signs. Expressions are inviting, Like getting off the sidelines. Expressions are exposing, Like craters left by mines. Fears. Will debilitate, Like brakes locked on an icy road. Fears will dictate, Like poor learning of law code. Fears will fabricate, Like a hasty corduroy road. How can the potential of a chart, The potency of what we hear, The mystery of an open heart, Not keep one from outrunning Fear? You just don’t know where to start. Oh, when will everything become clear? Pain. Is difficult, Like a test of endurance. Pain is heartfelt, Like an understanding glance. Pain is insult, Like taunts in arrogance. Doubt. Is dividing, Like a denominator. Doubt is saving, Like a backup generator. Doubt is disregarding, Like a prideful visitor. Acceptance. Is costly, Like a gambling addiction. Acceptance is ghostly, Like it’s writing fiction. Acceptance is necessary, Like a correct prediction. Love. Will change your ways, Like moving across the planet. Love will catch your gaze, Like seeing a leaky faucet. Love will not cease to amaze, Like that: nothing but net. How can feeling sufferance, The weakness of doubt, And the need for acceptance, Continue to keep Love locked out? Oh, how low will I cling to reluctance? I just don’t know where to start.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
Where to Start?
1/22/2020 A blank page. Is beautiful, Like an empty cardboard box. A blank page is pitiful, Like a bike without shocks. A blank page is powerful, Like he who controls the clocks. Words. Are dangerous, Like a career in bomb diffusion. Words are ponderous, Like time spent in seclusion. Words are useless, Like having skills in indecision. Expressions. Are misguiding, Like incorrect road signs. Expressions are inviting, Like getting off the sidelines. Expressions are exposing, Like craters left by mines. Fears. Will debilitate, Like brakes locked on an icy road. Fears will dictate, Like poor learning of law code. Fears will fabricate, Like a hasty corduroy road. How can the potential of a chart, The potency of what we hear, The mystery of an open heart, Not keep one from outrunning Fear? You just don’t know where to start. Oh, when will everything become clear? Pain. Is difficult, Like a test of endurance. Pain is heartfelt, Like an understanding glance. Pain is insult, Like taunts in arrogance. Doubt. Is dividing, Like a denominator. Doubt is saving, Like a backup generator. Doubt is disregarding, Like a prideful visitor. Acceptance. Is costly, Like a gambling addiction. Acceptance is ghostly, Like it’s writing fiction. Acceptance is necessary, Like a correct prediction. Love. Will change your ways, Like moving across the planet. Love will catch your gaze, Like seeing a leaky faucet. Love will not cease to amaze, Like that: nothing but net. How can feeling sufferance, The weakness of doubt, And the need for acceptance, Continue to keep Love locked out? Oh, how low will I cling to reluctance? I just don’t know where to start.
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Start of as a child dreams of flying high , super powers , runnin wild Some ul hold you close while the others do you vile or try ; I wondered why my peace had to die advance ; My first love had me in a trance took advantage of my lack of knowledge in the dance Its cool ; before i played i should have learned the rules Fooled by material in earthly realms i drooled.. Still convoluted by material things i wanted money **** the women they had watered my wings.. Growing older i got colder cuz my brothers were foul elder told me keep on going never throw in the towel... I had forgot ; wildly missed the plot Results of a recluse who never took another shot ; at life I watched my brothers overcome their strife congratulate from far while eating fruit that wasn't ripe.. Debilitate myself inside my shoddy shelter walls never showed my face whenever village elder called..
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Shame
One hundred and three stories above a city With jagged edges and winds that cut With accidents that spill blood, Fires that deafen, Viruses that debilitate and exhaust, Dread overflows from the hearts and hands of the people who love their city, their home Distress enkindles compassion, defensiveness, attentiveness until help arrives, independence in those who know the responsibility of survival's continuum befalls on them, necessitating community protect community, beyond sleep-deprived eyes and peace-starved lungs One hundred and three stories and counting of lives that cross and coalesce above a city With jagged edges and winds that cut With people who stand and shield one another from the piercing wind Expecting nothing in return
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
The view from up here
they don’t know. they don’t know. I tell myself over and over and over. it’s impossible, purely impossible, for one to know my thoughts. they cannot see me, they cannot know, so why is it I hesitate. this feeling of paranoia, so strong it drives me to insanity, bedevils me even now. I will myself to persuade my mind that truly they do not know, cannot know, will not know. I tremble in the moment, the ones that debilitate me, leave me questioning my own reality. it feels that they’re inside my head, beckoning me...taunting me. but I tell myself no, no, no way in hell can they know. for surely it is not possible, for them to see me. so why do these anxieties plague me, over things I know they cannot know.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
know