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"delusive" poems
A stranger has come To share my room in the house not right in the head, A girl mad as birds Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume. Strait in the mazed bed She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room, At large as the dead, Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards. She has come possessed Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall, Possessed by the skies She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust Yet raves at her will On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears. And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
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Love In The Asylum
*The world where I stood was a desert thirsty for a pint of rain; longing for a kiss that never came.* Not until you did. Everything started with a droplet of your essence, Out of nowhere. Unexpected. YOU... yes you MANIFESTED. *Without notice, you took me by surprise. A beautiful surprise I say. For the first time in a while I felt, my worries washed away by your presence. Hot sand turned mud where then I lay. In those moments I lost, all anxieties brought by drought. When through the years I thought I'd never touch the rain I ought to ardently pray for every night. Imbued I was with your* "love". clothes soaked. body wet. soul drunk. *your name the promise I mutter through the drizzle. This body jived to the beat of a million sizzle. Moments passed faster than it seemed. I, taken away by lust of a parched soul.* I slurped. I gulped. I glugged. *as much as I could, never thinking of what I would drink in the latter. When the land runs dry; when then again,* I'm deprived of water. *So then, what caught me by surprise, left without a word... woah,* SURPRISE! everything turned back the way it was; an arid heart in a blink of an eye. *But what makes me wonder is this delusive sense, of your cooling touch amidst this false pretense;* I smell– *Your scent stick to my chest like perfume odour. My nostrils clogged with the aroma of your neck. A waft that distorts the senses of this* consumed man. Thoughts of you linger long after you are gone... Like the fragrance of rain that stays after the downpour.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
Petrichor.
*The world where I stood was a desert thirsty for a pint of rain; longing for a kiss that never came.* Not until you did. Everything started with a droplet of your essence, Out of nowhere. Unexpected. YOU... yes you MANIFESTED. *Without notice, you took me by surprise. A beautiful surprise I say. For the first time in a while I felt, my worries washed away by your presence. Hot sand turned mud where then I lay. In those moments I lost, all anxieties brought by drought. When through the years I thought I'd never touch the rain I ought to ardently pray for every night. Imbued I was with your* "love". clothes soaked. body wet. soul drunk. *your name the promise I mutter through the drizzle. This body jived to the beat of a million sizzle. Moments passed faster than it seemed. I, taken away by lust of a parched soul.* I slurped. I gulped. I glugged. *as much as I could, never thinking of what I would drink in the latter. When the land runs dry; when then again,* I'm deprived of water. *So then, what caught me by surprise, left without a word... woah,* SURPRISE! everything turned back the way it was; an arid heart in a blink of an eye. *But what makes me wonder is this delusive sense, of your cooling touch amidst this false pretense;* I smell– *Your scent stick to my chest like perfume odour. My nostrils clogged with the aroma of your neck. A waft that distorts the senses of this* consumed man. Thoughts of you linger long after you are gone... Like the fragrance of rain that stays after the downpour.
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They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
Patrick Henry: Liberty or death
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
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Ajoke, daughter of moremi, Beauty is a predicament in your lineage, Your beauty bring out star at night, Stars even told the Wisemen about it. The beauty that runs in your blood, Mama kola makes a lot of profit at dawn, When men gathered to drink and speak of Your beauty. Each making a bet to have you. Ajoke, your ęwa(beauty) is angelic, Your tiny voice is mellific, Your dimples is intoxicatic, Your ostrich legs so charismatic. But your beauty is delusive, Think not that a derisive, I must be Ilucinating! Stop appearing in my dreams, Come to my reality!
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Your beauty is delusive
1522 His little Hearse like Figure Unto itself a Dirge To a delusive Lilac The vanity divulge Of Industry and Morals And every righteous thing For the divine Perdition Of Idleness and Spring—
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His little Hearse like Figure
1239 Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun Seductive in the Air— That Tun is hollow—but the Tun— With Hundred Weights—to spare— Too ponderous to suspect the snare Espies that fickle chair And seats itself to be let go By that perfidious Hair— The “foolish Tun” the Critics say— While that delusive Hair Persuasive as Perdition, Decoys its Traveller.
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Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
In the forest, there grows a flower That the night loves with starlit showers. How it blossoms near the tree beneath the moon! Its petals are a vibrant indentation Which, with its beauty, betokens the wilderness. Rapacious and beguiled Become the seekers of the bloom. Ravenous are they for its syrupy nector, And greedy for its savory and intoxicating effect, Which is delusive to those who would otherwise be able to reckon. Its glamour incites a yearning That, not sated, becomes a burning Which leaves a hollow place where the logic used to be, And tangles the chords of one's emotions. Not everything that is enticing is worth the bill of fare, Even if it thrives freely throughout the land.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Flower
I don't know why I hate myself so much. How can I loath the body I was gifted, Cry over the sincereness of my very own personality. How can I tear down the height of my happiness, Look myself in the delusive mirror just to accept it's biting lies. How can I break this beastly habit?
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
I'm the monster.
Bathed in vermilion anguish Hollowing out the delusive notions From the catacombs of the mind Ensnared in the quagmire Of disgruntlement Pulling an endless string From the throat.
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Vermilion Anguish
My thoughts are dazed… Claustrophobic and hazed. I’m exhausted and unamazed, Fatigueness of some kind, low from the natural high. Thoughts in my mind are delusive and unkind. Dizzy and feeling quite fizzy Not in the mood for studying, excitement, and fun. Sitting by my lonesome self just writing what I can process. Head feels heavy, got me feeling a bit queasy Uneasy Zoned out and lost in my thoughts Sun is out and the wind is harsh… It’s skin prickling and dissatisfying. My exhaustion is sickening. Absolute death and no reason No fret But anguished in my enclosed mind But no threat… System overkill Discredit and disregard Explain but disagree and make it hard Exhalation and permutation Loss of existence and clouded perception Obsessive minds and sniffed up lines Excessive amounts and numbers you cannot even count. Broken, ripped, torn, and outwardly worn. A lost ghoul, selfish, and for more you mourn. Poor and dead, not yourself, completely blacked out and unconscious in bed. Overdosed on the ****** pills, suicide attempts never work… Let the meds pour… Gone, so gone… Just let the meds pour...
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
Fatigue_ The overdose
harbouring virtuousity,  curious to express exhibiting,  she firmly held the pen to jot down the mystic emotion, the exquisite dream oblivious of the mounting stress pouring the dissipating words recklessly fading confused up wit unable to sought down, the oblivion of sleep knew not what to indite unable to contemplate the very dream but thoughtfully only was such the fuddled sapidness the psychic images ; a subtle dream dreary eyes thirstily awaited till the very amnesia faded for the sole muzzy feeling,  this the only manifest suffice the unenviable question whence crept the feeling? whence the love aviate? where rested the answer? sudden diaphanous streak stroke sorely to the pounding wit paralyzing her for the moment being the sudden egest whatever the persistent burden gone for now them thoughts voyaged operosely beyond the abyssal pupil now dwelt the glamorous face, snowy heavenly dress..   the very words ; euphoric conversation lasting gentle tepid touch that had dourly crept and haunted throughout the delusive night... penned down finally incurred peace
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
seeking the oblivion of sleep
NO! I DON’T WANT MAGIC! I CRY HU HU HU AI AI AI U U U IT’S TOO MUCH REALLY! Sometimes  good enough also a slice of Toasted bread Put also some Peanut Butter Cheese n Hot Sambal and a pickle on top Oh what a CRISPY NIBBLE to enjoy then Before the breeze - After the rain Maybe also an Apple? And a Nut? Sun shines Bright on the ICY New harvested snow See me Touch ? MMM WHAT A BITE  WHAT A BITE yes I like it Gimme Physics Satisfy my  pie-crust make it Equally   Robust You know My trajectory is not that Bizarre or FAR I NEED NO BALLISTICS R UGETTN ME now SLOWLY? CRAZY? MAYBE? SUCH IS A PROPELLIN NOZZULE RIFILIN IN A BARREL OH NO not A JOKE Really!  ... neither A BAD BLOOD BUT ITS GETTIN HARD Holding these GOLDEN TIES   I MEAN AHAHA AM I  MEAN ? hihihiooo When it’s time to say  GOODBYE or  When it’s time to say There he GOES AGAIiiiiiN WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY? THE SAILING BOAT? YEAH ? I KNOW… YEAH. SURE IT FALLS! I MEAN DOWN THE HORIZON? OF COURSE SURE I BELIEVE YOU SURE THE WORLD IS STRAIGHT SURE IT IS AS YOU SAY ME TRUE BUT MIRACLE MIRACLE show me A MIRACLE BUT MAGIC O MAGIC Show me A UHM PUNCH OUCH! SEE! IT simply Blows US UP! (( AGAIN! BEFORE U could HUNCH n PUNCH BEFORE you would put a DAMPER ON and Your Enchanting APPEARANCE inside BEFORE I could RIDICULE You yeah only by Yellin’ at you STOP YOUR TOXIC YOLO N **** FASTEN IT WITH A FAKE LOCK OH WHAT A LOSS OF FIGHT OH WHAT a delusive JOKE YO at least tie IT REAL TIGHT because LIARS LIE LIKE A Burning EYE AIII! N invent CRY ME A RIVER EYE AUCH it's HOT ….I TOLD YOU! BEAUTIFUL is ANY Nature once TRUE Don’t WHINE -  what can YOU DO? AT LEAST I LOVE YOU! ITS NOT TOO BAD REALLY: Being a LIZARD AND let it STAY THIS WAY as is for a while AS A SIGH FOR NOW A SHY SIGH IN THE SKY !  SOUNDIN ALREADY SO BEAUTIFUL  SHYNESS COMES FROM MY SIDE SIGHNESS FROM YOURS  Don't WORRY IT’S COOL-  WE’RE A TEAM YOU JUST NEED TO MAKE IT SOUND A BIT GRUMPY AND WE LET iT disappear THIS WAY OH YEAH! such is A SIGH IN THE SKY OH YEAH THE SHY N A SICKENIN CRYING SONG OF YOU AND I LIKE I LIKE I LAI LAI LAI AI AI AI HU HU HU U U U
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
YO I Saw a Sailing Boat in the SKY
NO! I DON’T WANT MAGIC! I CRY HU HU HU AI AI AI U U U IT’S TOO MUCH REALLY! Sometimes  good enough also a slice of Toasted bread Put also some Peanut Butter Cheese n Hot Sambal and a pickle on top Oh what a CRISPY NIBBLE to enjoy then Before the breeze - After the rain Maybe also an Apple? And a Nut? Sun shines Bright on the ICY New harvested snow See me Touch ? MMM WHAT A BITE  WHAT A BITE yes I like it Gimme Physics Satisfy my  pie-crust make it Equally   Robust You know My trajectory is not that Bizarre or FAR I NEED NO BALLISTICS R UGETTN ME now SLOWLY? CRAZY? MAYBE? SUCH IS A PROPELLIN NOZZULE RIFILIN IN A BARREL OH NO not A JOKE Really!  ... neither A BAD BLOOD BUT ITS GETTIN HARD Holding these GOLDEN TIES   I MEAN AHAHA AM I  MEAN ? hihihiooo When it’s time to say  GOODBYE or  When it’s time to say There he GOES AGAIiiiiiN WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY? THE SAILING BOAT? YEAH ? I KNOW… YEAH. SURE IT FALLS! I MEAN DOWN THE HORIZON? OF COURSE SURE I BELIEVE YOU SURE THE WORLD IS STRAIGHT SURE IT IS AS YOU SAY ME TRUE BUT MIRACLE MIRACLE show me A MIRACLE BUT MAGIC O MAGIC Show me A UHM PUNCH OUCH! SEE! IT simply Blows US UP! (( AGAIN! BEFORE U could HUNCH n PUNCH BEFORE you would put a DAMPER ON and Your Enchanting APPEARANCE inside BEFORE I could RIDICULE You yeah only by Yellin’ at you STOP YOUR TOXIC YOLO N **** FASTEN IT WITH A FAKE LOCK OH WHAT A LOSS OF FIGHT OH WHAT a delusive JOKE YO at least tie IT REAL TIGHT because LIARS LIE LIKE A Burning EYE AIII! N invent CRY ME A RIVER EYE AUCH it's HOT ….I TOLD YOU! BEAUTIFUL is ANY Nature once TRUE Don’t WHINE -  what can YOU DO? AT LEAST I LOVE YOU! ITS NOT TOO BAD REALLY: Being a LIZARD AND let it STAY THIS WAY as is for a while AS A SIGH FOR NOW A SHY SIGH IN THE SKY !  SOUNDIN ALREADY SO BEAUTIFUL  SHYNESS COMES FROM MY SIDE SIGHNESS FROM YOURS  Don't WORRY IT’S COOL-  WE’RE A TEAM YOU JUST NEED TO MAKE IT SOUND A BIT GRUMPY AND WE LET iT disappear THIS WAY OH YEAH! such is A SIGH IN THE SKY OH YEAH THE SHY N A SICKENIN CRYING SONG OF YOU AND I LIKE I LIKE I LAI LAI LAI AI AI AI HU HU HU U U U
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I happened to fall down a great big hole And the dive into darkness shook my soul The world then turned upside down when I saw locked doors all around I chased after a hopping bundle of white searching for happiness and some light Crying a pool of tears How in the world did I get here? Thats  when I met you and your smiling face I thought I had finally found hope in this place Your grin beamed like a crescent moon So captivating I couldn't help but swoon So cheeky, fun, and hypnotizing I didn't know you were secretly criticizing You told me which way to go I can't believe I didn't know I never thought that the nice boy, would be made of smoke You’re a liar, a Cheshire cat I can't believe I ever trusted that That devilish smile, and those big bright eyes How could I not see through that disguise? Should have listened to the wise words said By a blue oracle whispering in my head You tricked me, looks like I was used But it doesn't matter as long as you're amused? I feel like shrinking in my skin at the thought of your incessant grin I thought you were there for me That you cared for me But that was an act, a front, a lie I Discovered a teaspoon of truth and said goodbye I'm sorry, baby, but you’re a pig With deceitful eyes and smile that's big You’re a red rose that's painted itself white Later I knew something wasn't right But I should have seen it right from the start You're nothing but a beautiful but sour **** Did you think I wouldn’t notice how distant you’ve become? Well then,Dear, you're as stupid as tweedle dee and tweedle dum I saw your game, your stack of cards You led me to trust your delusive accords You left me here, amongst the chaos and confusion Sick from a potion I had to drink to believe your delusion I'm the queen of a broken heart and all I see is red If I had my way, it would be “Off with your head!”
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
The Queen of broken hearts
I happened to fall down a great big hole And the dive into darkness shook my soul The world then turned upside down when I saw locked doors all around I chased after a hopping bundle of white searching for happiness and some light Crying a pool of tears How in the world did I get here? Thats  when I met you and your smiling face I thought I had finally found hope in this place Your grin beamed like a crescent moon So captivating I couldn't help but swoon So cheeky, fun, and hypnotizing I didn't know you were secretly criticizing You told me which way to go I can't believe I didn't know I never thought that the nice boy, would be made of smoke You’re a liar, a Cheshire cat I can't believe I ever trusted that That devilish smile, and those big bright eyes How could I not see through that disguise? Should have listened to the wise words said By a blue oracle whispering in my head You tricked me, looks like I was used But it doesn't matter as long as you're amused? I feel like shrinking in my skin at the thought of your incessant grin I thought you were there for me That you cared for me But that was an act, a front, a lie I Discovered a teaspoon of truth and said goodbye I'm sorry, baby, but you’re a pig With deceitful eyes and smile that's big You’re a red rose that's painted itself white Later I knew something wasn't right But I should have seen it right from the start You're nothing but a beautiful but sour **** Did you think I wouldn’t notice how distant you’ve become? Well then,Dear, you're as stupid as tweedle dee and tweedle dum I saw your game, your stack of cards You led me to trust your delusive accords You left me here, amongst the chaos and confusion Sick from a potion I had to drink to believe your delusion I'm the queen of a broken heart and all I see is red If I had my way, it would be “Off with your head!”
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And when the bell tolls, as expected, I imagine an unconvincing ending and quick new beginning fighting my instinct that tells again and again it's just a nonsense we force ourselves to embrace obeying an illogical prompt never once questioned
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Yet another imagined New Year in our delusive universe
Craving the crack of the whip possessing the flesh Before it hits the air, the breath of the bound captive Hearing in the silence of the caressing hand a touch Pored out behind the shackles, the feathers, the rules Trying to make sense of the frustration and delusive Desire of the entangled ******* rough and intricate mesh Taking off all misunderstanding, embracing your blush A sort of rituals of carnal, Sir, Mistress, Save Our Souls. Bound to love the feeling of expectancy in a dark room Dealing with all traumas and successes bending a knee Savoring the exquisite or frightful balance of pleasure Muttering an ****** language known by all yet dreaded A scene in which your persona stages a fantasy With a consenting partner or in your mind, it is easy There is no self-help book for this topic, it all takes place In your body and your heart, you decide if you keep pace Power plays challenge your equilibrium, your lust Whether you believe in a prophet or in flesh and dust The beginning is near and she carries all your hidden rites If only you would disrobe and lie down in many of your nights. Lyon, July 28, 2017 11:04 pm
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
On power play, a poetic discussion
BE free from the church and its impositions its restrictions contradictions and ungodly superstitions BE free from all dogmatic institutions Patriarchal truths are only partial solutions BE free from the coat of protection that they fashion A one-size fit that impedes expansion BE free from the doctrine that imposes separation Brother versus brother Nation versus nation BE free from the teachings that set us apart That caters to the Ego not to the heart BE free from the darkness that controls your mind How can you see the light if you're asleep or blind BE free from the ‘Book’ and its static communication A covert operation in the ‘divine’ proclamation BE free from hypocrisy intolerance and vanity The ‘ignis fatuus’ progenitor of the world's insanity.
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
IGNIS FATUUS (a delusive ideal that leads one astray)
I remember peace as it was, imperfect and flawed but mine to keep. Rainy days were greeted with awe, nights were adorned with harmonious sleep. I remember the sky as it was, clouded and red but mine to keep. Hosting the dreams of the millions below a citadel for lovers dying to meet. I remember the flowers as they were, young and naive but mine to keep. Blooming on a dead man's accord, his widow, beside, eyeing her treats. I remember smiles as they were, corrupted and vile but mine to keep. They seem much too busy now aiding the faces in hiding their grief. I remember freedom as it was, constrained and limited but mine to keep. Imprisoned in homes and imprisoned within self, silence wages wars on my defying speech. I remember faith as it was, blind and delusive but mine to keep. Lost to the times and the wars of men that laughed at us, finding belief.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
Never Forever (Mine to keep)
In the guts of transparency everything is looking in & out... the mind is overwhelmed by the onslaught. Its delusive nature begins to breathe upon the glass of such transparency, for proof of life.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Guts of Transparency
My weeks have been fluctuated since you were gone, delusive questions are still thirsty for real answers. My cries are prolonged beyond these sweetest smiles, and my heart beats for no one, like it never had. The days turned cold because my arms are alone; nothing but only you, can make me less forlorn. I showed you diff'rent love, so unrequited thus, 'tis my fault: mistakes are undressed; I am lost. 'Twas just because we're becoming strangers again, that your absence is taking me further with this pain. I don't know how to perish sadness; it already perished me: and all I can do is to chase butterflies on the isolated rain. Truth was void, and I hope you understand, that ev'ryone of us will be leaving from this land: I never told you about my situation; but belive me, my life is defined by loving you, more than else could ever do. May you will be moving on because I will never be back here anymore; and as you read this letter; save your tears for tommorow. My life was a journey, and you left me along the diff'cult roads; our love we conquered, was against all odds. The door was closed; 'tis all set and done, our mem'ries will be withered anyway on the ground. and as you read this letter; save my love for last. Sorry and goodbye, are the best words to utter, now that I'm already dead; well, now that you already know what happened. The rain was over.
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Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 4:09 AM UTC
Peccavi
I am clearly just completely mental, Just delusive, Just outcast from society, Just me; I'm the the quiet girl Who you don't ever hear speak, Looking scared of the world, Alone in every corner that she's been to.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
Untitled 9/10/16
Hello Stranger She was smiling at me while turning the pages of the book There she was on the bench frowning And then while making the mundane choices They were all there, she is still here Huddled up inside me, jostling for space Faceless and nameless, they grew Disjointed and disconnected Rearing their heads Dominating, struggling and then cajoling and comforting In their world, madness is unreal and sanity delusive Pain is surreal, so is existence Happiness, mythical and sadness an unwelcome stranger They are hostages of their essence Enjoying the power struggle Busy, Floating around in chaos Sweating in mundane Waltzing on the void My, happy children of mundane For them, Negotiating confusion is survival Blocking the deafening noise of history, winning Buried in the hackneyed beauty of life With each for the other In this crowd Their aches are still trace less Pains don't leave any mark Tears are hollow and screams silent Suffocating in a teeming crowd of self Their search for one other, Just Any other, continues This is the beauty of condemnation That the teeming crowd within fondly calls Life.
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
Hello Stranger
deeds eviscerated / clawing weakness sloppy cuts / willpower destructive present featureless thoughts enunciated / piercing sharpness sloppy cuts / likelihood delusive future unresolved feelings elongated / lasting bleakness sloppy cuts / sanity depleted memories absurd
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
The Penultimate Attempt at Changing My Life for the Better
Maybe someday we'll be together, when you're mine I know I'll sleep better. It may be difficult, the challenge we face, but we're okay because of God's grace. We'll keep fighting, we'll smile not frown, the world is against us but we won't back down. Lately I can't separate fiction from fact, how will I walk away with my pride intact? Faking a smile is my personal victory, but my delusive manner still makes me a mystery. I'm sorry if I'm frustrating and confused, I'm not quick to trust, I've been too abused. The timing is off, we're not in our right minds, but there's something in you I never thought I'd find. I know right now we're stuck in stormy weather, so sleep, and maybe someday we'll be together.
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Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
Maybe Someday
A boy inside an old man rides a coaster rolling heart and old bones partitioned jointly mutually delusive a young squire unlearned boastful ancient philosopher cobwebbed naivete revolutionary a Freudian absurdity.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
A miserable dichotomy....