"demerit" poems - Hello Poetry

Loneliness is consuming me Solitude is the only road to salvation For the purist For the one who Excruciates a life time To die at ease For the one who Has an idea of happiness evolving in a nest Madness sheltered in order Chaos ceased with institute Love meant being apart Freedom meant demerit of attitude Free as a falcon Flew to spread the wings Not to reach a destination Roamed to feel the wind Not to discover a new dimension Explored the darkest nights Never let down by apprehension I am a bad man with a good deed I will burn in heaven

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Feb 5, 2011

Feb 5, 2011 at 11:44 PM UTC

alireza-zibaie

Free as a falcon

Loneliness is consuming me Solitude is the only road to salvation For the purist For the one who Excruciates a life time To die at ease For the one who Has an idea of happiness evolving in a nest Madness sheltered in order Chaos ceased with institute Love meant being apart Freedom meant demerit of attitude Free as a falcon Flew to spread the wings Not to reach a destination Roamed to feel the wind Not to discover a new dimension Explored the darkest nights Never let down by apprehension I am a bad man with a good deed I will burn in heaven

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Baring your soul to someone is like offering your love without expecting something in return—either good or bad. You give someone the chance to skin you slowly and infiltrate your mortal demerit. And lastly, you're wide open as you welcome wreckage.

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC

einahvillegas

Ethereal

Baring your soul to someone is like offering your love without expecting something in return—either good or bad. You give someone the chance to skin you slowly and infiltrate your mortal demerit. And lastly, you're wide open as you welcome wreckage.

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carry your bones all alone to your throne never needing help all along shoulder the weight you dictate on your own, you **** us with the gun in your tongue. you spread and you get demerit's all you bet. the gold is in your hands my friend We run and we hide own victory's on the side the crown is in your head, my friend. carry your bones with your army unknown guide our decisions until gone. shoulder that weight you say you drive our fate we are the frail followers blood and sweat, merits you take

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Oct 10, 2013

Oct 10, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC

Jcjuatco

Carry your bones

carry your bones all alone to your throne never needing help all along shoulder the weight you dictate on your own, you **** us with the gun in your tongue. you spread and you get demerit's all you bet. the gold is in your hands my friend We run and we hide own victory's on the side the crown is in your head, my friend. carry your bones with your army unknown guide our decisions until gone. shoulder that weight you say you drive our fate we are the frail followers blood and sweat, merits you take

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Evil grin for your proposal, Mastered tactics of evidence disposal Ill gotten wealth in hidden flicks, Lustrous attack on his chosen picks! Temper rises when your in contrast, In accordance when he's wearing his mask! Over impressing on higher grounds, Not a merit, but demerit sounds! Going over, how far will you go, Carrying your super immoral role! Omitting efforts by naming it as yours, Irritated people, Losing their course! Seeing the dull side, as always, Taking the tasks,but in dismay!. Hearse master! your the very worst we know, Evil King, you'll reap what you sow! Witness the rise of these poor people, In the coming future we'll get the apple! Craving and calling for a little anticipation, Killing time for self detonation! Even now I cannot imagine, Doing your thing is extremely annoying. Man power you say is just preparing, Act what you preach, is what we're saying!! Stupidity, Hoax, Corruption, Throwing nothing but deception, Everlasting Gluttony and greed, Rowing the boat, making a wicked lead.

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Sep 29, 2010

Sep 29, 2010 at 6:52 AM UTC

Jcjuatco

The Wicked Master III

Evil grin for your proposal, Mastered tactics of evidence disposal Ill gotten wealth in hidden flicks, Lustrous attack on his chosen picks! Temper rises when your in contrast, In accordance when he's wearing his mask! Over impressing on higher grounds, Not a merit, but demerit sounds! Going over, how far will you go, Carrying your super immoral role! Omitting efforts by naming it as yours, Irritated people, Losing their course! Seeing the dull side, as always, Taking the tasks,but in dismay!. Hearse master! your the very worst we know, Evil King, you'll reap what you sow! Witness the rise of these poor people, In the coming future we'll get the apple! Craving and calling for a little anticipation, Killing time for self detonation! Even now I cannot imagine, Doing your thing is extremely annoying. Man power you say is just preparing, Act what you preach, is what we're saying!! Stupidity, Hoax, Corruption, Throwing nothing but deception, Everlasting Gluttony and greed, Rowing the boat, making a wicked lead.

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Kyle, you are the unsocial demerit point, because you tame that which isn't within the same parameters as your own guilt of never being able to essentially see past your own guilt, firstly. (Which is entirely filled too the absolute brimful of shame!) Shame that doesn't detest your own abstract mind from taming the logic that truly demands the official reasoning for you too cost more energy for yourself too bear (in order to suit your own needs from depleting even quicker. Then what was first realized.) While being at the demanding odds of something either unfortunate to ALWAYS come your way. Or (for the very first time in my very own simulation full of nothing more than completely realistic prolonged "shackled" days) that doesn't EVER seem to count the reasoning you need the very most. Mostly because life is truly never fair when it ONLY operates anyways, (for your very self first and foremost). On an operating system full of very tempting, unusual, unnatural and a seemingly unrealistic taste for more demerit points to be added in a complete collection full of both "wonder and detachment." Kyle, you’re also the unsocial demerit point, because you have yet to discover your own highs and lows upon your own governing system. It's not bad to be one's own demerit point. (Hell, I've been my own "demerit point" ever since the very beginning when I truly first popped out into this world full of "realistic advantages.)" Realistic advantages full to the absolute brimful of "factually chained uncertainties!" Your nothing more than a sense in your own details that doesn't limit one's own ideology against the world head-on! Instead, you devise a proper program for yourself against the desires of an even more proper exercise in order to free yourself full of the (not so rich) details that blind your own choices, from seeing the choice in it's own decision-making...from ever being able to reach the extension of your own actions. Actions that suddenly prompt its own inadvertent consequences, because the notion is in the very specifics that again demand you too see the odds that try to impress you (without even seeing "why that is)?" Concluding what exactly...? Well, isn't it already obvious enough for you too "effectively" notice (ahead of time)?! Or are you too busy thinking on raising the bar of the current potential rate of your still rising (to this very day)...demerit points? Because that's what you should always be focusing on "separating" from your very structure of life, altogether. Versus the still ever-increasing rate of such a demerit succession!

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Sep 7, 2020

Sep 7, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC

simon-7

Kyle, the unsocial demerit point.

Kyle, you are the unsocial demerit point, because you tame that which isn't within the same parameters as your own guilt of never being able to essentially see past your own guilt, firstly. (Which is entirely filled too the absolute brimful of shame!) Shame that doesn't detest your own abstract mind from taming the logic that truly demands the official reasoning for you too cost more energy for yourself too bear (in order to suit your own needs from depleting even quicker. Then what was first realized.) While being at the demanding odds of something either unfortunate to ALWAYS come your way. Or (for the very first time in my very own simulation full of nothing more than completely realistic prolonged "shackled" days) that doesn't EVER seem to count the reasoning you need the very most. Mostly because life is truly never fair when it ONLY operates anyways, (for your very self first and foremost). On an operating system full of very tempting, unusual, unnatural and a seemingly unrealistic taste for more demerit points to be added in a complete collection full of both "wonder and detachment." Kyle, you’re also the unsocial demerit point, because you have yet to discover your own highs and lows upon your own governing system. It's not bad to be one's own demerit point. (Hell, I've been my own "demerit point" ever since the very beginning when I truly first popped out into this world full of "realistic advantages.)" Realistic advantages full to the absolute brimful of "factually chained uncertainties!" Your nothing more than a sense in your own details that doesn't limit one's own ideology against the world head-on! Instead, you devise a proper program for yourself against the desires of an even more proper exercise in order to free yourself full of the (not so rich) details that blind your own choices, from seeing the choice in it's own decision-making...from ever being able to reach the extension of your own actions. Actions that suddenly prompt its own inadvertent consequences, because the notion is in the very specifics that again demand you too see the odds that try to impress you (without even seeing "why that is)?" Concluding what exactly...? Well, isn't it already obvious enough for you too "effectively" notice (ahead of time)?! Or are you too busy thinking on raising the bar of the current potential rate of your still rising (to this very day)...demerit points? Because that's what you should always be focusing on "separating" from your very structure of life, altogether. Versus the still ever-increasing rate of such a demerit succession!

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some had liberal voices speedily stowed away so they'd observe silence at the locale's cay speaking freely was deemed over the top it wasn't viewed to be a permissible cop never utter loose dialogue inside it walls or you'll feel the marshal's quietening squalls be mindful of any unrestricted tongue action as it will provoke an instantaneous reaction would seem that all blurb must be checked if not it'll promptly get well and truly decked the judging panel like those who stay within the limit and to stray outside of it will incur a demerit

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Demerit

some had liberal voices speedily stowed away so they'd observe silence at the locale's cay speaking freely was deemed over the top it wasn't viewed to be a permissible cop never utter loose dialogue inside it walls or you'll feel the marshal's quietening squalls be mindful of any unrestricted tongue action as it will provoke an instantaneous reaction would seem that all blurb must be checked if not it'll promptly get well and truly decked the judging panel like those who stay within the limit and to stray outside of it will incur a demerit

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An erudite belief is that one soul can be tortured quite more effectively; whether one of virtue or demerit; with eminent hope than threat of imminent pain or death.

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Jul 11, 2015

Jul 11, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC

corset

Evils of Hope

An erudite belief is that one soul can be tortured quite more effectively; whether one of virtue or demerit; with eminent hope than threat of imminent pain or death.

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I measure my worth by the texts you’ve sent and the texts you replied. Every one I’ve sent that weren’t replied is a demerit, a subtraction, of the tiny hopes the merit points have built. Like hitting a snake on the game (there are no ladders though) and every lack of words from you is that awful step that slips down. And though I hope to climb up again slowly I think I wish more than that for this game to end. (Or maybe not.)

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC

carrey-c

I measure my worth

I measure my worth by the texts you’ve sent and the texts you replied. Every one I’ve sent that weren’t replied is a demerit, a subtraction, of the tiny hopes the merit points have built. Like hitting a snake on the game (there are no ladders though) and every lack of words from you is that awful step that slips down. And though I hope to climb up again slowly I think I wish more than that for this game to end. (Or maybe not.)

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