"descision" poems - Hello Poetry

When the first words out of his mouth was "Sup ***** I knew a certain few things 1. He was not getting laid tonight. 2. None of us in this room know why he's the party leader, All glancing at each other in awe nodding like a hive mind chanting yes, this man is in fact an ******* no, i don't know how he rose to power yes, he did just call us ***** 3. I could think of a million one liners that would earn me way more respect up front than that. I don't know what I was expecting walking into this basement Maybe some small fame The same small fame I get from getting on a stage for slam poetry or being cast in a reality T.v. show Or singing kareoke at my local bar. Maybe for the free pizza We've all been there. And yes, maybe it was for the revenge. the campaign slogan you stamped recruitment posters with. Join the evil league of evil! Launch revenge against the modern heroes of today! But when I sit down in this small fold up metal lawn chair, in what is presumably his moms basement Behind a projecter (also probablly his moms) Next to captain nose bleed And princess ******** I already don't have a whole lot of faith in his agenda So when his opening line Was "Sup ***** Like that is some sort of impressive villanous monolouge peared down into one and a half words. I lost any ounce of faith I had in this cult. And decided to Usurp this "Party Leader". Now you might be asking: Why? Why would you want to be the head of the evil league of evil? Founded in this pre pubescent boys moms basement Whos only followers so far seem to be captain nosebleed, and princess ******** Well clearly You don't understand. Captain nosebleed is already under the thumb of princess ******** I mean lets be real without princess ******** We're three dudes in a basement Pretending to be super villans. And you've been known to be pretty charming. But in your friends evil lair. Sorry Moms basement. You start to evaluate your situation Gotta make a descision. Are you fighting for Revenge, or the small fame?

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC

GeekElement

Welcome to the Evil League of Evil (on highschool)

When the first words out of his mouth was "Sup ***** I knew a certain few things 1. He was not getting laid tonight. 2. None of us in this room know why he's the party leader, All glancing at each other in awe nodding like a hive mind chanting yes, this man is in fact an ******* no, i don't know how he rose to power yes, he did just call us ***** 3. I could think of a million one liners that would earn me way more respect up front than that. I don't know what I was expecting walking into this basement Maybe some small fame The same small fame I get from getting on a stage for slam poetry or being cast in a reality T.v. show Or singing kareoke at my local bar. Maybe for the free pizza We've all been there. And yes, maybe it was for the revenge. the campaign slogan you stamped recruitment posters with. Join the evil league of evil! Launch revenge against the modern heroes of today! But when I sit down in this small fold up metal lawn chair, in what is presumably his moms basement Behind a projecter (also probablly his moms) Next to captain nose bleed And princess ******** I already don't have a whole lot of faith in his agenda So when his opening line Was "Sup ***** Like that is some sort of impressive villanous monolouge peared down into one and a half words. I lost any ounce of faith I had in this cult. And decided to Usurp this "Party Leader". Now you might be asking: Why? Why would you want to be the head of the evil league of evil? Founded in this pre pubescent boys moms basement Whos only followers so far seem to be captain nosebleed, and princess ******** Well clearly You don't understand. Captain nosebleed is already under the thumb of princess ******** I mean lets be real without princess ******** We're three dudes in a basement Pretending to be super villans. And you've been known to be pretty charming. But in your friends evil lair. Sorry Moms basement. You start to evaluate your situation Gotta make a descision. Are you fighting for Revenge, or the small fame?

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When i stand in front of a mirror, i see my reflection "bruised" and "battered", the injuries not being seen by mortal eye so here's a conversation with me THE REAL ME: 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 I curse it for being so naive, i reprimand it for not saying the right things to me that time, for not showing me this picture of myself during that period , when the devil possessed me.. THE MIRROR ME:𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘 I indeed told you that, you were not doing the right thing THE REAL ME: 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 i suppressed those weak, feeble voices that arose within me, bringing down my elation.. but then , i had wanted that high epitomising feeling more than this bleak pin poking statement.. THE REAL ME: 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖘 why were you not too powerful to overpower my descision?? THE MIRROR ME:𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 When you yourself were too weak to hold you own love, how do you expect me to be powerful?? after all i reside within you.. THE REAL ME HAS NOTHING TO SAY , BUT STARE AT ITS OWN REFLECTION...

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Oct 27, 2021

Oct 27, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC

gora

CONFRONTING ME!

When i stand in front of a mirror, i see my reflection "bruised" and "battered", the injuries not being seen by mortal eye so here's a conversation with me THE REAL ME: 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 I curse it for being so naive, i reprimand it for not saying the right things to me that time, for not showing me this picture of myself during that period , when the devil possessed me.. THE MIRROR ME:𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘 I indeed told you that, you were not doing the right thing THE REAL ME: 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 i suppressed those weak, feeble voices that arose within me, bringing down my elation.. but then , i had wanted that high epitomising feeling more than this bleak pin poking statement.. THE REAL ME: 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖘 why were you not too powerful to overpower my descision?? THE MIRROR ME:𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 When you yourself were too weak to hold you own love, how do you expect me to be powerful?? after all i reside within you.. THE REAL ME HAS NOTHING TO SAY , BUT STARE AT ITS OWN REFLECTION...

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I will Stay guarded until they Prove it. This is truth with a Consequence rather you can Live with it or not The concequence is Lonliness... No More Pain, as Long as You have your gaurd up You will always see through The Fraude but let yourself be aware of who is fraud and who is not. If the type of Love most people think is Love wares you down, Than When you know or Feel with a Passion that the True Love has entered your presence/Heart how do you not Let your Pains of the past not dictate your over all descision to be truly happy and truly in Love "If The Feelings we Have for TRUE Love really exist anymore?"

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Nov 10, 2011

Nov 10, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC

cartwright

Heres a Question to all who Love, Live, and Fight.

I will Stay guarded until they Prove it. This is truth with a Consequence rather you can Live with it or not The concequence is Lonliness... No More Pain, as Long as You have your gaurd up You will always see through The Fraude but let yourself be aware of who is fraud and who is not. If the type of Love most people think is Love wares you down, Than When you know or Feel with a Passion that the True Love has entered your presence/Heart how do you not Let your Pains of the past not dictate your over all descision to be truly happy and truly in Love "If The Feelings we Have for TRUE Love really exist anymore?"

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Imagination Your life has no meaning without it It's that thing that follows you everywhere That place you escape to when your real life is tragic That friend that tells you everything is possible Your life is a bare canvas that's waiting to be painted The idea that turns old, broken houses into mansions It's the picture that explodes on your paper The words that exit your pen Your view of the world What you see when you look at something and want to make it better Imagination Your descision: to hide it, or let it soar

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Jan 10, 2013

Jan 10, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC

rocky-g

Imagination

Imagination Your life has no meaning without it It's that thing that follows you everywhere That place you escape to when your real life is tragic That friend that tells you everything is possible Your life is a bare canvas that's waiting to be painted The idea that turns old, broken houses into mansions It's the picture that explodes on your paper The words that exit your pen Your view of the world What you see when you look at something and want to make it better Imagination Your descision: to hide it, or let it soar

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after thinking about this, I think I should turn back give me a second to think (the night is a painting of stars) the thunder echoes with her voice the very thing I've been avoiding this entire time O' how she backons me how she calls me by my name how she smiles and laughs how could a night end up like this (for me) can't this wait another year or two? it's not that I don't care about you I just need some time to think this whole thing through it's fine, I'll just wait another minutre it's not as if this night is going anywhere (the thunder is a dream, the rain winks with her movement as I... Know! I Know! can't this wait another month or so? I'm tired and I've got places to go back and forwards (she moves) Time moves slowly I'm sorry how this ended up and fly.... fly right away fly to the endlessness I have already known fly right away just fly... I'm Last! can't this just wait another hour, one's already past just pour me another glass of water this is not the time for games just get your mind into it and sell it all O' and how the silence pours down how could I forsake you? this is my descision you are the one who matters but how she comes down from the clouds, a mystical goddess in the wind why did I ever throw myself into this position? and **** it can't this wait another minute? Come on! time is short and the night is long nothing makes sense(you move back and forth) I am born twice in a matter of twelve hours once in the morning, once at night breathe in breathe out the sound, the sound oh God not the sound tick tick tick tick tick to the tock I'm the trick of the trade she's the rhyme of the clock tick tick tick tock she likes it why can't I just like this this could have been stopped tick tick tick tock I'm beyond afraid tick tick tick tock no tock anymore in my breathe I hit the floor can't this wait another second....please... O how I love the taste of the floor.. (I knew I would be the one to forsake you)

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC

OkSayer

Forsaken (Tick Tock)

after thinking about this, I think I should turn back give me a second to think (the night is a painting of stars) the thunder echoes with her voice the very thing I've been avoiding this entire time O' how she backons me how she calls me by my name how she smiles and laughs how could a night end up like this (for me) can't this wait another year or two? it's not that I don't care about you I just need some time to think this whole thing through it's fine, I'll just wait another minutre it's not as if this night is going anywhere (the thunder is a dream, the rain winks with her movement as I... Know! I Know! can't this wait another month or so? I'm tired and I've got places to go back and forwards (she moves) Time moves slowly I'm sorry how this ended up and fly.... fly right away fly to the endlessness I have already known fly right away just fly... I'm Last! can't this just wait another hour, one's already past just pour me another glass of water this is not the time for games just get your mind into it and sell it all O' and how the silence pours down how could I forsake you? this is my descision you are the one who matters but how she comes down from the clouds, a mystical goddess in the wind why did I ever throw myself into this position? and **** it can't this wait another minute? Come on! time is short and the night is long nothing makes sense(you move back and forth) I am born twice in a matter of twelve hours once in the morning, once at night breathe in breathe out the sound, the sound oh God not the sound tick tick tick tick tick to the tock I'm the trick of the trade she's the rhyme of the clock tick tick tick tock she likes it why can't I just like this this could have been stopped tick tick tick tock I'm beyond afraid tick tick tick tock no tock anymore in my breathe I hit the floor can't this wait another second....please... O how I love the taste of the floor.. (I knew I would be the one to forsake you)

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I can't imagine The descision you face. Choosing between two families. Two sets of friends. Two schools. Something you love, And someone. I may try to understand but I will never really know. And in the end, the choice is yours alone. Four simple words, can change your life forever. I want to stay or I want to go. But tell me darling, where are you truly happy?

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May 2, 2013

May 2, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC

hannah-amara

The Choices We Face

I can't imagine The descision you face. Choosing between two families. Two sets of friends. Two schools. Something you love, And someone. I may try to understand but I will never really know. And in the end, the choice is yours alone. Four simple words, can change your life forever. I want to stay or I want to go. But tell me darling, where are you truly happy?

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I won't wake you up anymore, Keep my feet from gracing your bedroom floor, So lock your door just In case, the loneliness of this place grows to get the best of me You stand eye to eye with me such symerty should not be ignored I speak only facts not fiction We can't deny the attraction of the situation Maybe I came on the wrong day, But I hope you still have more to say, I'm not the kinda guy that gives up so easily, for you were the kindest face I've seen in this far away and lonely place, or any place for that matter And with precision, you contemplate a descision, as I wonder if your angles will add up to anything more then a vision, from a bad dream yeah you know the kind, it never makes you fail to wake up and scream, unable to tell if my dream of my hands upon your skin actually happened or not last night

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Aug 11, 2013

Aug 11, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC

alexander-ross

Lock your door

I won't wake you up anymore, Keep my feet from gracing your bedroom floor, So lock your door just In case, the loneliness of this place grows to get the best of me You stand eye to eye with me such symerty should not be ignored I speak only facts not fiction We can't deny the attraction of the situation Maybe I came on the wrong day, But I hope you still have more to say, I'm not the kinda guy that gives up so easily, for you were the kindest face I've seen in this far away and lonely place, or any place for that matter And with precision, you contemplate a descision, as I wonder if your angles will add up to anything more then a vision, from a bad dream yeah you know the kind, it never makes you fail to wake up and scream, unable to tell if my dream of my hands upon your skin actually happened or not last night

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Alcohol Cigarettes Drugs I could do these things 24/7 I do them a lot But no My worst descision My worst addiction Is you

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC

sakota-blevins

Just Another Addict

Alcohol Cigarettes Drugs I could do these things 24/7 I do them a lot But no My worst descision My worst addiction Is you

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one moment away, from oblivion. one hopeful moment caught between thought and action one moment, one heart beat one movement, oblivion, or hope his choice...his moment we wait, with breath held. one moment, a lifetime one moment, an eternity

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC

betterdays

descision time....

one moment away, from oblivion. one hopeful moment caught between thought and action one moment, one heart beat one movement, oblivion, or hope his choice...his moment we wait, with breath held. one moment, a lifetime one moment, an eternity

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I spent seven years in purgatory Not between heaven Waiting for hell Felt like sand and fire Like I was dripping down Cooking the Unsubmerged parts Up above the hourglass Pitter patter trickling below my feet. In a heatwave. who showed god The magnifying glass He burns ants with? **** that guy. I am an ant in purgatory It feels like I can carry so much weight I am small capable of so much look around. Everywhere around me People built normally can do more It takes a mad scientist His imagination of the shrink ray The switch on the side Something out of a sci-fi movie Just to make me grow It takes somebody with an imagination Just to think i'm impressive who gave god the Shrink ray? bless them. I thrive on the creators The thinkers Bath in their passion Crave their attention I need to hear their words See their art Live their stories through mediums This abundance of descision Where they hold hands with a paint chip god Fingernails of mustard, line and savage Seductress tendrils Spilling splattering across canvas Or music sheets a stage Computer screen Purgatory. Who gave god the paint brush? It was me.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 6:02 AM UTC

GeekElement

Paint Brush

I spent seven years in purgatory Not between heaven Waiting for hell Felt like sand and fire Like I was dripping down Cooking the Unsubmerged parts Up above the hourglass Pitter patter trickling below my feet. In a heatwave. who showed god The magnifying glass He burns ants with? **** that guy. I am an ant in purgatory It feels like I can carry so much weight I am small capable of so much look around. Everywhere around me People built normally can do more It takes a mad scientist His imagination of the shrink ray The switch on the side Something out of a sci-fi movie Just to make me grow It takes somebody with an imagination Just to think i'm impressive who gave god the Shrink ray? bless them. I thrive on the creators The thinkers Bath in their passion Crave their attention I need to hear their words See their art Live their stories through mediums This abundance of descision Where they hold hands with a paint chip god Fingernails of mustard, line and savage Seductress tendrils Spilling splattering across canvas Or music sheets a stage Computer screen Purgatory. Who gave god the paint brush? It was me.

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