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"desist" poems
The exalt is ephemeral, sure to fade Wistful stares dance past tainted shades Rose colored lenses seep into red eyes Chest filled with knots but can't form the ties Nebulous mirror is all that is seen Want to break through but don't want to bleed Certainty fueled solely by liquid coal Envy consumes and tears into the soul Tell me I'm beautiful, loosen my chains Assent the lies and then turn off my brain Choked from the view by a chemical wall, Lust for that side but don't want it at all Desist the leers of superior ones, Desire escape and somewhere to run Pray that there is no re-occurrence, Return to me addictive reassurance.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Addictive Reassurance
Remember that stretch in the crack of dawn Late we both were so I thought I had companion I ran fast towards you and deafeningly called on But you walked past me in the hallway and waved a yawn Remember those mornings in our classroom When there was no other feels than gloom You’d suddenly crack a joke and keep us abloom You’d give us a good laugh and avert the doom Remember the countless lunch times we shared You’d go to the canteen and I’d have mine prepared Then you’d come to me and ask for candy I had spared I’d hand you one or maybe two as if I was compelled Remember the sunlit afternoons, humid and hot Obliged to take a nap but there’s no problem on that When I couldn’t, I’d look out the window overlooking a vacant lot And some random times I’d find myself glancing at your spot Remember the twilight spent at some place You came to me and all of a sudden broke into my own space I went forth to desist looking at your adorable face But you went after me and caught me in a chase Remember that night when everything was easy We talked for hours and not cared about the others, really You leaned closer and made me breathe barely You and me were finally we and I couldn’t help but be happy Remember some other nights when we had it rough When we felt like giving up and everything just wasn’t enough But we unceasingly came out tough We swept every worry and hurdle in our path with a laugh Remember that other night in the busy city Under the beautiful night sky in the hour so early You walked beside me and held my hand tightly It was cold and windy but with you I felt summery There was also a night I can remember precisely Your eyes were locked on mine deeply I repeatedly swore I’d hold you forever dearly And you whispered, “Don’t worry, sweetie, till doomsday you got me.” But as much as I would like the night to never end The sun didn’t want the moon, stars and serene darkness to extend It rose above quickly and it hurt so bad to see it transcend Hence I woke up that morning being just your old friend.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
FORGET
Remember that stretch in the crack of dawn Late we both were so I thought I had companion I ran fast towards you and deafeningly called on But you walked past me in the hallway and waved a yawn Remember those mornings in our classroom When there was no other feels than gloom You’d suddenly crack a joke and keep us abloom You’d give us a good laugh and avert the doom Remember the countless lunch times we shared You’d go to the canteen and I’d have mine prepared Then you’d come to me and ask for candy I had spared I’d hand you one or maybe two as if I was compelled Remember the sunlit afternoons, humid and hot Obliged to take a nap but there’s no problem on that When I couldn’t, I’d look out the window overlooking a vacant lot And some random times I’d find myself glancing at your spot Remember the twilight spent at some place You came to me and all of a sudden broke into my own space I went forth to desist looking at your adorable face But you went after me and caught me in a chase Remember that night when everything was easy We talked for hours and not cared about the others, really You leaned closer and made me breathe barely You and me were finally we and I couldn’t help but be happy Remember some other nights when we had it rough When we felt like giving up and everything just wasn’t enough But we unceasingly came out tough We swept every worry and hurdle in our path with a laugh Remember that other night in the busy city Under the beautiful night sky in the hour so early You walked beside me and held my hand tightly It was cold and windy but with you I felt summery There was also a night I can remember precisely Your eyes were locked on mine deeply I repeatedly swore I’d hold you forever dearly And you whispered, “Don’t worry, sweetie, till doomsday you got me.” But as much as I would like the night to never end The sun didn’t want the moon, stars and serene darkness to extend It rose above quickly and it hurt so bad to see it transcend Hence I woke up that morning being just your old friend.
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may the way that gives way to this accord of may be in awe of truth and not the fruits of disarray I shall be meditating upon the roads travelled and many discoveries gather that I have unravelled I shall curl my high excitements and misguided ambitions to unfurl what the calls of the wise unfurl and admonish In the mist amidst the tricking twists of fits and false gists, may I hold up fists that will seize to desist and delete the disease of fallacy in curtailed wit In the shadows dark, some pale may I not fade into the tales of lies and manipulative games In the guise of dames so modern and fabulously inclined to fame, may I guage and carry my animosity into the mystery of my identity where only the genuine and real can relate In the encounters with material and all that deters from the mystic and ethereal, I hope to remember the real surreal to surmise the reels of fantasy thrills in graphic frills and euphonic trills However the gigantic systems of the world in money, greed, vanity or lust, may doctor sickness into the souls of the lost and weak: may my heart remain meek and my vision bright and led by the lens of the soul.... With or without I pray not as a religious pilgrim but a sage seeking neverending Light... ever the more grateful, harnessing the grapes of creation, worshiping a servant's code in humility. hustling about this rash hassle of life overshadowed by pyramids and castles remaining true to the cause even when temptation is endlessly bustling about remember remember the hustle when you were down and out without
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
a hustler's prayer
may the way that gives way to this accord of may be in awe of truth and not the fruits of disarray I shall be meditating upon the roads travelled and many discoveries gather that I have unravelled I shall curl my high excitements and misguided ambitions to unfurl what the calls of the wise unfurl and admonish In the mist amidst the tricking twists of fits and false gists, may I hold up fists that will seize to desist and delete the disease of fallacy in curtailed wit In the shadows dark, some pale may I not fade into the tales of lies and manipulative games In the guise of dames so modern and fabulously inclined to fame, may I guage and carry my animosity into the mystery of my identity where only the genuine and real can relate In the encounters with material and all that deters from the mystic and ethereal, I hope to remember the real surreal to surmise the reels of fantasy thrills in graphic frills and euphonic trills However the gigantic systems of the world in money, greed, vanity or lust, may doctor sickness into the souls of the lost and weak: may my heart remain meek and my vision bright and led by the lens of the soul.... With or without I pray not as a religious pilgrim but a sage seeking neverending Light... ever the more grateful, harnessing the grapes of creation, worshiping a servant's code in humility. hustling about this rash hassle of life overshadowed by pyramids and castles remaining true to the cause even when temptation is endlessly bustling about remember remember the hustle when you were down and out without
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So as much as this Drama does persist Your Prisoned Warning tugs at my Cool Shirt Asking me to take Prudence and desist In bashing Silence to where it would hurt Now engraved in Copper I will make Clear: For all my Writ Plagues I Apologise, Deep in use plug Buds to that Trumpet's Ear If Empathy a Letter in disguise This my Friend's Spy; Deploy to high pursuit Waving that Placard in belated claim Which tastes folly less on a nutty boot And Reprimand stamped on his just Remain. Such I learned that Friendship's Best takes no Force I Follow my Heart; Now you Follow yours.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - THIRTY-THREE - TOM DALEY
Years later Bathsheba's psychiatrist Was analysing the tryst Between King David And her. It was no tryst Said she. What a slur. He was a ****** And an opportunist. An amoeba would concur Said the psychiatrist That a shower screen And being more demure Would have been Quite spiritually enterprising. You cannot expect Kind David to desist From objectifying your femurs And a cracking pair of amethysts. Don't treat me Like some calculating Hormone Exchange Unit You sexist misogynist. You are not fit To analyse me. You say your name's Freud But you're wholly devoid Of any insight Of what is amiss Or my troubles might be. Not one piece of grit Have you put in my oyster. You obsequious churl I'm a girl you don't mess with. I could have you hung. But instead she dismissed him and booked an appointment With a certain professor Who went by the name of Carl Gustav Jung.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Bathsheba's Psychiatrists
No, I'm not a capitalist, a socialist or a communist . I'm not a racist, a fascist or a nationalist. No, I'm not an idealist, a pacifist or a humanist. I'm not a Buddhist, a Taoist or an atheist. No, I' m not an activist, a conspiracist or even an anarchist. Neither elitist nor philanthropist. I am just me, there is no twist. I am simply me, happy to exist, sick of symbols and ideological mist. Open your heart and you will see, it is not me or you, it's we. Symphony in the cacophony. Let's tell the king while on his knee, I am me and we are free and that is how it's gonna be. You have gone too far, oh mighty Czar, but we can break any bar, ist das klar? We are humans, we insist, and from your labels we desist. We are people and we're ****** oh we promise, we'll resist. I am me and I am we. I am you and so is she. We are the leaves of the tree, but what will fall is tyranny We are I, my oh my, and we shall fight until we die. We are I so we can fly. We are I and we stand high. 23/04/12
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
Ist das klar?
*** Way to fleece… A taxpayer They’ve got us singing the blues And we’re not down for all that jazz*… leave that to the Sax player We remain mind boggled by these selfish ‘leaders’ I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… ‘Dude! Way to bleed us!’ We’re already scraping the floor for crumbs… are they trying to run our finances into the ground? “You work for us you pompous ********** it’s not the other way around...” Midnight meetings in secretive silence We preferred it when their nonsense made a sound We’re ashamed and infuriated But what makes it worse is that we’re not surprised It’s like they strive to be truly hated… and yes, they've  gotten themselves despised More and more by the day As each day goes by We would throw them all out if we could And our actions would be understood Unfortunately we can’t do this for they are skilled at defiance Masters of political science And at it they are that good Liars Cheats The campaigning politician... Seducing us with deceit when he comes out on the street To make his energetic speech And then... The elected Member of Parliament... Only campaigns for his financial gain Once he’s assured that for a whole term his position is permanent That’s where they've slipped up, and I thought they were a smart lot Schemious at least Such a wrong move in an election year Do they not fear… getting dropped by the voter? Two hundred and twenty four MP’s… dead weight in deep water And can’t swim Should they have asked for my advice prior, I would have told them to simply cease and desist “Do not dive in…”.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
WTF!(Of the Kenyan MP and gratuity)
*** Way to fleece… A taxpayer They’ve got us singing the blues And we’re not down for all that jazz*… leave that to the Sax player We remain mind boggled by these selfish ‘leaders’ I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… ‘Dude! Way to bleed us!’ We’re already scraping the floor for crumbs… are they trying to run our finances into the ground? “You work for us you pompous ********** it’s not the other way around...” Midnight meetings in secretive silence We preferred it when their nonsense made a sound We’re ashamed and infuriated But what makes it worse is that we’re not surprised It’s like they strive to be truly hated… and yes, they've  gotten themselves despised More and more by the day As each day goes by We would throw them all out if we could And our actions would be understood Unfortunately we can’t do this for they are skilled at defiance Masters of political science And at it they are that good Liars Cheats The campaigning politician... Seducing us with deceit when he comes out on the street To make his energetic speech And then... The elected Member of Parliament... Only campaigns for his financial gain Once he’s assured that for a whole term his position is permanent That’s where they've slipped up, and I thought they were a smart lot Schemious at least Such a wrong move in an election year Do they not fear… getting dropped by the voter? Two hundred and twenty four MP’s… dead weight in deep water And can’t swim Should they have asked for my advice prior, I would have told them to simply cease and desist “Do not dive in…”.
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A treasure much more precious than gold. Take her in your arms, And carry her across the threshold. This magical, unpredictable night. Anything can happen. Two bound lovers, take their first full flight. If done properly, and by God it should, It should only hurt her a little. And after that it feels really good. Body and law, can finally intertwine, A tangle of bed sheets. Something this great, it’s only a sign. You know you are never going to sleep. But you will bump the stars. This is a memory you will always keep. Finally, when exhaustion takes over. Last thing you do is kiss her. To you, she is as sweet as honey clover. After the fireworks cease and desist. And eventually they will. You have your spouse, to forever help and assist.
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
Honeymoon
One clove a day health eternal I pray that it is not true, for I am well short of the twenty two thousand to have been eaten by this date one plant if it were new to enter anywhere, would not pass inspection as a common garden vegetable, it would take decades and investigation, to give the nod to forty garlic chicken or even to transport one clove. some say it is the taste, to others it is the waft, of air in advance of the consumer, knowing it does the body good, but if one eats garlic and your mate must too, or there may be a break in that allure each cluster is a toxin buster, if you can muster the appetite. each group can raise a whoop, from a troop of the healthy. eat it raw to digest your will to resist, that all will cease and desist, to disagree. eat it cooked, make it good, that it would deliver all the benefits your friends will understand even from across the room
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
On Garlic - One misunderstood vegetable
I am your dark side A cold wave of destruction In the night of your soul i hide Whispering sweet ****** temptation Your blood feels thin As i clutch at your heart To your fear, give in! Before i torn you apart You'll pray & hope to resist Closing your eyes, clenching your fists For the voices to finally desist A feeble faith to stand alone amidst Brain wrapped in chains Consciousness fades away You break all restrains A murderous rage you obey... Envy, Lust, Wrath, all will begin As you fall into the abysses of each of these sins Swallowed in flames, you'll burn from within Hate oozing from each pores of your skin While the night reigns Hunt down your preys Their blood filled veins Soon spilled away You will **** their souls Invade their bodies & mind As your ripper within howls Hellish wrath & lust combined You will rip them open Crotch to chin Tormented in pain With a cold blade of steel... Dark blood gushing out on your face Their screams filling your ears An ****** of furry you will taste Crying a liberated flow of tears On their lungs, you shall carve your name As they breathe you until their last moment A death they will meet so inhumane For your own twisted amusement Breathe in their fumes Of their grossly opened guts Sickening stench inner perfume Steaming out from a thousand cuts Life leaving their eyes As sun rays come to rise Your inner beast satisfies By the blood lust of their demise Your humanity to awake As your Demon asleep & gone The horror of your deeds taking shape Oh tell me, tell me, what have you done?! Razor claws & fangs that gnash deep Hold the Bible & grab a crucifix For the Demon back again as you try to sleep Night after night reborn as the Phoenix
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
The Creed of the Beast
I am your dark side A cold wave of destruction In the night of your soul i hide Whispering sweet ****** temptation Your blood feels thin As i clutch at your heart To your fear, give in! Before i torn you apart You'll pray & hope to resist Closing your eyes, clenching your fists For the voices to finally desist A feeble faith to stand alone amidst Brain wrapped in chains Consciousness fades away You break all restrains A murderous rage you obey... Envy, Lust, Wrath, all will begin As you fall into the abysses of each of these sins Swallowed in flames, you'll burn from within Hate oozing from each pores of your skin While the night reigns Hunt down your preys Their blood filled veins Soon spilled away You will **** their souls Invade their bodies & mind As your ripper within howls Hellish wrath & lust combined You will rip them open Crotch to chin Tormented in pain With a cold blade of steel... Dark blood gushing out on your face Their screams filling your ears An ****** of furry you will taste Crying a liberated flow of tears On their lungs, you shall carve your name As they breathe you until their last moment A death they will meet so inhumane For your own twisted amusement Breathe in their fumes Of their grossly opened guts Sickening stench inner perfume Steaming out from a thousand cuts Life leaving their eyes As sun rays come to rise Your inner beast satisfies By the blood lust of their demise Your humanity to awake As your Demon asleep & gone The horror of your deeds taking shape Oh tell me, tell me, what have you done?! Razor claws & fangs that gnash deep Hold the Bible & grab a crucifix For the Demon back again as you try to sleep Night after night reborn as the Phoenix
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His Lady is lovely- Her verses, Divine. On her wit and her wisdom we've all oft opined. He, Texas handsome, skin kissed by the sun in all respects admirable save that he snored some. Pilloried in verse fort his one fatal flaw, Far too much the gentlemen, He didn't get sore. He didn't want her to suffer on account of his curse So, like a true gentleman He'd let her sleep first. But before he, too, could drift off to Nod From her side of the bed came some sounds rather odd. Was it a trick of his sleep deprived brain or did his lady love whistle much like a Freight train? Since its highly unlikely she will cease and desist and, awake, she's the Lady his heart can't resist. He's taken to counting sheep with fingers and toes till the Ambien works and he gets some repose..
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
Snoring Beauty
It does not exist I must insist For if it did, I would find it Somewhere lying in an iridescent mist No..... It does not exist Please cease and desist You are all dismissed I shall continue to resist I do not fear the proverbial fall My heart will never be involved It does not exist © 2013-2014 Peach
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Myth
Words flow but are not a river or a stream. Passion exuded but it’s not in a dream. Poetry causes tensions to cease and desist. Words so calming and smooth the ears cant resist. I am a poet—even if it’s in my own right. Brain won’t stop sparking synapses. Time won’t stop the prolapses of an ego that won’t stop getting excited because of the reactions—from me—a poet— a limerick mind assassin!
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
I am a Poet
Dashing hither, dashing thither, Dashing in the winter weather, John the dashing haberdasher Dashed a hat upon his head Not some lace cap fit for ladies, Nor a bonnet stitched for babies, John the dashing haberdasher Dashed a top hat there instead! Never had a hat so fine, So tall and silken, so refined, Regaled upon the daily grind Of prince or pauper in the Strand Ladies stalled to see it's lustre, Swooned and swayed before it's bluster, Fell and fainted in a fluster, Startled by a hat so grand! Children screamed in dreadful fright And yelping dogs began to bite As crowds began to brawl and fight And riots claimed the London street In the chaos thus ensuing, Folks began to run, pursuing John the dashing haberdasher Chasing him from Strand to Fleet! John was taken to the prison, Chided by the crowds derision, There to wait the Mayor's decision On his wanton heinous crime Charged with breaching lawful peace, He paid a fine for his release And ordered to desist and cease, He left his top hat well behind Thus is told the tale of John Who dared to bravely dash and don A silken top hat high upon His noble head in London town Heed his tale and take this warning, When you wake one winter morning With desire to be less boring, Careful how you dress that crown!
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
John's Tall Tale
look into my eyes, everest boy with your little grin, oh so coy for every thing that you can destroy, it's me that you choose enjoy tell me how fire and ice coexist from the same supple lips i kissed in your words that i can't resist, and in your tongue i choose to desist hands like spiders crawling on my thighs creeping up my skin oh so high leaving a trail of endless sighs just as spring bids the snow goodbye roses start to bloom around my spine vivid hues blend to form a sign petals forming an intricate line while pain grows through each thorn and vine oh everest boy, tell me your fears for with you, i'm always all ears even if it takes a million years i'd like to see your sincerest tears a potion of pleasure and regret, a concoction of thrill and fret too late to say we only just met, too early that i won't forget
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
everest boy
Sapiosexuals^ she quoted Shakespeare most appropriately when needed, her fevered fervor scientific was the non-fossil fueled engine that STEMed her quantum analytics of NFL football, as an intellectual amuse bouche, that was uncannily correct, on FIFa she passed it was just too corrupt, but Wimbledon was”fun” we all bet her predictions for her error rate was insignificant she claimed her knowledge of a cure for Alzheimer’s was done, but bio-pharma suppressed, and a single pill existed taken once, could cease and desist the brain for craving ******* but the politics were too complicated and really boring to explain instead she preferred to wile the hours hanging with lesser poets, to see if taking them at their word was an accurate indicative of their professed prowess in bed but when she sampled my wares regularly, I called her study statistically biased, to which she replied, “ain’t you the lucky one, that my standards are lowly rigorous, and you possess a mighty cute bi-assymetry“ in Croatian or Mandarin (unsure) smart lassie indeed
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Sapiosexuals
One of you continues to **** my head E-mailing from HP covertly unprovoqued. Your hateful angry senseless defecated words are your property not me. "My roses aren't planted in your dark nasty places for your misery and pain" You aren't the center of my Universe come out from your dark cloud stop your pooping rain on me find another victim. Satan doesn't want you in hell and God won't let you in heaven. ~~~ By: karijinbba, 2020.
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
Cease and desist.
Boys these days are really cheap, They don't desist from flirting, When they meet they try getting physical, I do not need to cite any examples, All girls must learn karate.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
All Girls Must Learn Karate
I display my collection of skeletons openly on my wrist Only employing their usage if someone carelessly insists They jingle, jangle, clack My bleached bracelet of many bones Clattering and bumping into each other Waiting for a black corner to call home I wear my assemblage of dancing skeletons on my wrist Dangerous they are Besotted with madness   Sometimes I simply cannot resist Taking one, two or perhaps three and giving them a toss Calling secrets from their crafted tombs Time, deeds and scars Glittering jewels of a humans emotional wall So if you see me with bones around my wrist Cease your scheming despot take heed and desist Lest I take another one of these skeletons and give it a toss And watch your dreams descend into that they call The long walk. @ copyright Tammy M. Darby April 11, 2018.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Skeletons
I'm walking down a path I know I got the volume on full blast I've still got thousands of verses to go I intend to make each last But someone walks up to me Telling me to cease and desist I begrudgingly comply But in my mind, I say this: Don't talk to me now, my headphones are on I'm dancing in my mind to my song My feet match the kicker, my heart beats the snare In this moment, I don't have a care So while I've got my headphones on Please take note, I'll carry on It's the end of the day, I'm finally home All homework and chores have been done So I walk up to my room, warm and alone And soon the phone's concert has begun So I say Don't talk to me now, my headphones are on I'm dancing in my mind to my song My feet match the kicker, my heart beats the snare In this moment, I don't have a care So while I've got my headphones on Please take note, I'll carry on I've got two more hours on this ride Through a long and quiet night But I've got a little help by my side To get me to the morning light So I say Don't talk to me now, my headphones are on I'm dancing in my mind to my song My feet match the kicker, my heart beats the snare In this moment, I don't have a care So while I've got my headphones on Please take note, I'll carry on Don't talk to me now, my headphones are on I'm dancing in my mind to my song My feet match the kicker, my heart beats the snare In this moment, I don't have a care So while I've got my headphones on Please take note, I'll carry on
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
Headphones
Sometimes I feel like I'm just frozen in space, Stuck in the fabric of time Without a purpose, simply static Not quite floating, Not actively moving but not stopping either Hurtling through the stars, Simply dancing in the dark. I don't act, I don't try; I just find myself in the sky Waiting for you to come, though you never do. Give me a reason to stay, to leave, Something to hint that we should be complete I just want to stop being alone, Stuck here, Dancing in the dark. It's such a shame to be alone Here among this beauty that I can't appreciate My mind won't stop focusing on you, And your inability to reciprocate So I will remain, Swirling in this nebula of stars, Dancing alone in the dark. You don't want me here But you can do nothing to stop me So we're at an impasse, love-- Unable to continue, unable to desist I just want you to end up in my arms, But you know this will never work So I'm frozen here Forever in love, forever broken Simply listening to your voice as it shatters the silence, While we're dancing in the dark. The sky is lit with a million stars The void is painted with their light Space screams with everything left unsaid For I will, here, remain, Crying into the nothingness as I am spent I don't want to keep dancing in the dark. Stop shutting me out. You may think you hide it so well, But I see you, love. I may be blind in the daylight, But I hear you loud and clear You think you wear that mask with such aplomb But I know you're really a ticking bomb You're just like me, love We may hear different tunes, we may not feel the same drums But you are here too, dancing in the dark. We're not so different after all. I don't wanna cry after you, But I know I will. Here among the dying stars, As the sun begins to overtake the sky I'll keep dancing in the dark until the very end, Until there's nothing, of me, that's left. For, after all, It was you that sent me spiraling into the night, Awaiting death, As I danced in the dark for you.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Dancing in the Dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just frozen in space, Stuck in the fabric of time Without a purpose, simply static Not quite floating, Not actively moving but not stopping either Hurtling through the stars, Simply dancing in the dark. I don't act, I don't try; I just find myself in the sky Waiting for you to come, though you never do. Give me a reason to stay, to leave, Something to hint that we should be complete I just want to stop being alone, Stuck here, Dancing in the dark. It's such a shame to be alone Here among this beauty that I can't appreciate My mind won't stop focusing on you, And your inability to reciprocate So I will remain, Swirling in this nebula of stars, Dancing alone in the dark. You don't want me here But you can do nothing to stop me So we're at an impasse, love-- Unable to continue, unable to desist I just want you to end up in my arms, But you know this will never work So I'm frozen here Forever in love, forever broken Simply listening to your voice as it shatters the silence, While we're dancing in the dark. The sky is lit with a million stars The void is painted with their light Space screams with everything left unsaid For I will, here, remain, Crying into the nothingness as I am spent I don't want to keep dancing in the dark. Stop shutting me out. You may think you hide it so well, But I see you, love. I may be blind in the daylight, But I hear you loud and clear You think you wear that mask with such aplomb But I know you're really a ticking bomb You're just like me, love We may hear different tunes, we may not feel the same drums But you are here too, dancing in the dark. We're not so different after all. I don't wanna cry after you, But I know I will. Here among the dying stars, As the sun begins to overtake the sky I'll keep dancing in the dark until the very end, Until there's nothing, of me, that's left. For, after all, It was you that sent me spiraling into the night, Awaiting death, As I danced in the dark for you.
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you were never home to me but my longing for that was so intense, it almost felt like you were and then all at once i realized; you're my hiraeth to be with you, inside our own four walls, was all i desired but our house was destined to burn down our love is a set of stars that make up a constellation too complicated for even the most experienced astrologists to decipher but you will continue to be my hiraeth because the comfort i feel when im in your arms is incomparable and although you cant be, you will always feel like home to me i yearned for our love to be forever but it was meant to desist and then all at once i realized; it's our ephemeral lamentably, it can't be our forever for it was made of stars, and all stars have to die out eventually but let's let it be ephemeral because although the stars will dwindle away soon, while they are still burning bright, they are beautiful, and so are we
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Home?
I feel half drunk half Punk and intimidated in this place, toga alley show me your ramshackle best, you also ran, cracked capers has been tested, is no reason to desist ultimate humility.
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Pizza unexpress
After all, it has come to this as our Laughter falls dumb and a mute glum persists while A once gorgeous flower now reeks of rank **** in An **** of power that seeks to dismiss that A siren song hides a great serpent's grim hiss in A dire long ride to a fervent abyss, but A glorious hour now seems to persist as A warrior throng's rising insurgent bliss Is igniting wrong's righting, with glee THEY RESIST In a fight long and tiring they refuse to desist In the night they stay strong as abuse gives its kiss But they KNOW what is right and must make it EXIST and when new order comes: THE OLD WILL NOT BE MISSED
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 8:11 AM UTC
Pessimism/Optimism
Lest!   Passions! Exist,      desist not let          thresholds of passions.               Vikings yet…                   Kings regard King Arthur,                       snow white snow flakes glisten,                         “winter, the snow-cold thaw”                               Spring chime of Big Ben!                                     succinct debonair benevolence.                                         Pedantic pedagogue                                             of impudence of More Thomas!                                                passions of Love, unity, solidarity.                                                   a blend of humane, man, men.                                                        Mortals!                                                           Behold!                                                             Love,                                                                Love,                                                                   Love,                                                                      Love! Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra
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May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 3:48 AM UTC
~Passions of Humane mortals~
Lest!   Passions! Exist,      desist not let          thresholds of passions.               Vikings yet…                   Kings regard King Arthur,                       snow white snow flakes glisten,                         “winter, the snow-cold thaw”                               Spring chime of Big Ben!                                     succinct debonair benevolence.                                         Pedantic pedagogue                                             of impudence of More Thomas!                                                passions of Love, unity, solidarity.                                                   a blend of humane, man, men.                                                        Mortals!                                                           Behold!                                                             Love,                                                                Love,                                                                   Love,                                                                      Love! Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra
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