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"displease" poems
The world is in a dead awkward silence everyone looked at the aggressive brutality and cruel violence They wondered to themselves how did they get here without even realising there were people pulling their strings like a masquerade puppeteer Can you imagine a world without anything but just broken gravel? Living in fear of just catching nothing but just the common cold rattle Growing up to learn the destroyed world and be nothing but just to grow old.. Change the time of you which you live in now technology just complicates our lives and our true knowledge Before everything just becomes nothing but bitterness and displease will it then maybe shock you? And come ten times worst as respiratory disease
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Dystopian Destruction
And I will make sure that if anything were to happen, It would do little to affect you. It's not everyday You find a goose that lays eggs With speckled jewels and golden flakes The world is full of incongruity And there's no doubt about the certainty That something bad may happen, And we don't want that, do we? So listen carefully. The world is a giant carboniferous spicule Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome Of limitless space and out of control There is no telling what way it will go There is no prediction that has fortold Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber Between the darkest hell and the further horizon I so deftly advise you with all certification To please place your bets and fly by echolocation Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease And there is no way we can refund divine warranties This machinery has a half life of quarks And energies that vibrate into other orbits Trajectories Retaining the spin and informative piece Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy Of dark, off into neverland, straight on Till new morning, Beyond the stars So please good sir don't migrate away from me I have so much to give and such pain I have seen Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks, Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack, And when life finally cuts them down to their last, They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back. This is a game, Have a good little laugh Don't waste your time or your money On a daffy Aflack Policy that keeps you policed to the earth, No way to fly, Stuck in the dirt. That is no way to live in the dream, That is no way to let death trickle in So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you. Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues. Ride the road coast to coast, Fly a bird 'round the world, Take a truck till you're home, Find a love you can trust. Find a place where your egg And your legs seek nowhere else Lay down those roots, It's Eden or bust.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
I will insure your golden goose for $100k/$300k respectively
And I will make sure that if anything were to happen, It would do little to affect you. It's not everyday You find a goose that lays eggs With speckled jewels and golden flakes The world is full of incongruity And there's no doubt about the certainty That something bad may happen, And we don't want that, do we? So listen carefully. The world is a giant carboniferous spicule Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome Of limitless space and out of control There is no telling what way it will go There is no prediction that has fortold Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber Between the darkest hell and the further horizon I so deftly advise you with all certification To please place your bets and fly by echolocation Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease And there is no way we can refund divine warranties This machinery has a half life of quarks And energies that vibrate into other orbits Trajectories Retaining the spin and informative piece Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy Of dark, off into neverland, straight on Till new morning, Beyond the stars So please good sir don't migrate away from me I have so much to give and such pain I have seen Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks, Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack, And when life finally cuts them down to their last, They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back. This is a game, Have a good little laugh Don't waste your time or your money On a daffy Aflack Policy that keeps you policed to the earth, No way to fly, Stuck in the dirt. That is no way to live in the dream, That is no way to let death trickle in So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you. Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues. Ride the road coast to coast, Fly a bird 'round the world, Take a truck till you're home, Find a love you can trust. Find a place where your egg And your legs seek nowhere else Lay down those roots, It's Eden or bust.
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Warning: Use dis list in context. You decide on which side you fall. disappear disregard disaster displace disqualify disrepair disturb dissipate disability dispose dismal distribute distrust disturb discriminate discuss disdain disguise dishearten disinherit disown disparage disagree disgruntle disclose discolour dispute disarm discover disassemble disadvantage disallow dispossess discontent discontinue disrespect disincline discomfort disrepute dishonest disillusion dishonor dismiss disobey disjoin disappoint discipline discord discern discrete disfigure disconnect disapprove discharge disbar disease discord disfavor disengage disassociate discipline discount disembody displace dissaray disembowel discombobulate discredit discourse disentangle disenfranchise disembark discard disburse disbelief discover disable disagree disintegrate dismay dispense dislodge disclaimer disapprove dissatisfy disrupt dispel dislike dismantle disloyal disbatch disrobe disperse display disaprove disciple disavow disconcert disinfect disorder dismal dismember displease dissemble disunity dislocate distort distrust distress dissolute disassociate distill discect (?) distemper distain distasteful distraught dissolve dissonant dissuade And dis isn't de end.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Is Dis Good or Is Dis Bad (a partici-poem)
Dancing under this beautiful moonlight My wings brought us high as the mountains could reach; Listening to the songs of the wind whispering in our ears; As the stars illuminated us with its light And through our hearts beats in unison Our love grew strong as time passed; For I looking in your ever green eyes shines Our memories, our histories of hardships Like raging waves of ocean's wrath upon us; Like you looking in my ever violet eyes Brings back memories of how we hold our hands Under those cherry blossoms in spring's time Of the time we survived the stormy seas; Of us looking up in the night's sky starry view And of us looking through our own breath in the winter's cold night Like you said "you are my darkness and i am your light" It is a fate of two lovely souls of opposites Truly one and extraordinary yet never old; Yet the story of our love was heard from the heavens and hell Eldest, my master, the God of Gods was disgraced; Hades, your father, the king of the underworld was disgusted; For I an angel, a guardian of Eldest's kingdom Fell in love with the darkness' son; Our love caused chaos and wrath in the heaven's peace; And made hell burn a thousand times its self in anger; Eldest, whom was displease, cast my death Upon my soul and separated us with his command Like I, a flower dying with its own roots Withered and had slowly losing its own life; Yet as we stand forth and supported each other Our hearts connected even after death's command As the reaper stand and awaits to take your soul, To take you back to the place you belong; There is nothing we could do but accept this inevitable As our beating crimson heart cries silently; For even the Wraths and the Gods do us apart Our fathers and masters hated this love; Like the night meets the light at dawn; Our souls will find its way back in each others arm; Even us can not cease this burning desire To never let go of our ties; In this world or in our illusions It is our story worth dying with; Even the history goes on, we shall live in eternity As the story of the night that meets the light at dawn.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
The Night Meets the Light at Dawn
Dancing under this beautiful moonlight My wings brought us high as the mountains could reach; Listening to the songs of the wind whispering in our ears; As the stars illuminated us with its light And through our hearts beats in unison Our love grew strong as time passed; For I looking in your ever green eyes shines Our memories, our histories of hardships Like raging waves of ocean's wrath upon us; Like you looking in my ever violet eyes Brings back memories of how we hold our hands Under those cherry blossoms in spring's time Of the time we survived the stormy seas; Of us looking up in the night's sky starry view And of us looking through our own breath in the winter's cold night Like you said "you are my darkness and i am your light" It is a fate of two lovely souls of opposites Truly one and extraordinary yet never old; Yet the story of our love was heard from the heavens and hell Eldest, my master, the God of Gods was disgraced; Hades, your father, the king of the underworld was disgusted; For I an angel, a guardian of Eldest's kingdom Fell in love with the darkness' son; Our love caused chaos and wrath in the heaven's peace; And made hell burn a thousand times its self in anger; Eldest, whom was displease, cast my death Upon my soul and separated us with his command Like I, a flower dying with its own roots Withered and had slowly losing its own life; Yet as we stand forth and supported each other Our hearts connected even after death's command As the reaper stand and awaits to take your soul, To take you back to the place you belong; There is nothing we could do but accept this inevitable As our beating crimson heart cries silently; For even the Wraths and the Gods do us apart Our fathers and masters hated this love; Like the night meets the light at dawn; Our souls will find its way back in each others arm; Even us can not cease this burning desire To never let go of our ties; In this world or in our illusions It is our story worth dying with; Even the history goes on, we shall live in eternity As the story of the night that meets the light at dawn.
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faintly sinister smiles twitch their way across her acrobat face and as her rolling and tumbling expressions make their way through all manner of devious delight your hearts hungry eye fixes on her come hither and lets make whoopee nasty girl dress her favors are optional and she will tease but never share the ever present dangling carrot like a perfume fills the air with delights but its just air shes a happiness monger so its best if you don't displease its always a bitter mote neath the plastic vibe might as well be a rocky mountain monument little miss twisted in a little patchwork dress
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
hippy (hypocrite)
Here, now, I sit quiet thinking about all the times When like pendulum I was lost in crowds and noises (like pendulum) to and fro. I replay recklessly the jobs that soaked me up and the times of life living no life How quickly we tend to forget the spaces above clouds low on air but high on intoxication The valleys hidden beyond horizon The shrubs welcoming with berries amidst thorns streams and brooks to displease your thirst and the soft bed of moss and grasses The no man land, the nature- full of hospitality I must go there, the place that came searching for me The place I have in my dreams Let me walk out for a while jumping off this walls we built Lets go dancing to the sound of silence Country roads, lead me there Mountains are calling and I must go!
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Ode to the Mountains
today I was on god's hand his touch was electrifying, but comfortable and I was the happiest person alive when I look down from it's hands I saw the Earth **** we are really that high in the sky*" I said But then something happen people started climbing on God I was shocked and God was surprised and happy. Eventually all the humans from Earth was in God's hand and everybody including me trusted god. and God was okay with that the peace among the humans didn't last fights began to erupt on god's hands people kicking and fighting, people being trampled by feet, spitting, pulling hair, crying. We were lucky that there was no weapons. God was obviously displease, but he can't step in yet I was in the corner of gods hand when somebody came over to me and punch me Immediately I fell, fell to the abyss of the Earth's atmosphere crying and pleading for god to come, but he can't step in yet and I understood, I don't hate him for letting me fall because it is my fault that I placed soo much trust in it and not on my self and humanity so humans around me fall to our death knowing that our god still can't step in yet....
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
In God's Hands We Trust
Don't hate me for who I am. Sometimes we are just made a certain way. Don't judge me for how I live, my choices will lead me to their own end. If I displease you, then we can agree to disagree. If I fall down then please offer to help me up. I am not perfect yet, but I am trying to get there. Until I make it to the place I am meant to be, please just accept me for who I am .
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Accept me for who I am
I won't loud my guts to say you don't mean what you say about loving me. Because,the peace of mind you bring,no one has ever brought a piece of the whole you gave on a platter of moments. But,sometimes I'm a girl and even though my auditory lobes hears it every moment that you love me as much as I do... I'm a visual learner,I need it acted out as much as you say it. If your loving me were so loud,snitches wouldn't dare to form cocky talks,bitches would lay low when I walk with my head high. Dudes that acts like they know it all,won't point fingers at our love that its unrequited. Now, I'm not saying you should displease yourself to please me, I'm not saying you should become someone else to earn me I'm either not demanding too much I just need you to show the world more visual actions,so that the world will stop thinking I'm an obsessed ***** trying to make the acclaimed unrequited love,reciprocal.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Visual learner
How often it is to fall in love With someone who hurts you It's easy to say, just leave them It will hurt less I assure you They say nice guys finish last And girls fall for bad boys What happens when you fall in love With someone you couldn't avoid? When friendship is what led you To a love that runs too deep Enough to confuse your heart And give you the inability to sleep When you fall for the nice guy Don't misinterpret his words He won't lie or mistreat you And that is why it hurts His kind actions will displease you His kind words will give you hope His kindness is what you love and hate He makes it harder for you to cope When he breaks your heart with hugs When he stabs it with kind gestures When you cannot leave or it will hurt him And the last thing you want, is his discomfort There comes a point when being with him Is like a slow suffocating suicide A reverse abusive relationship One too difficult to leave behind
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
Killing Me With Kindness
Like the chef who hates to eat The playwright who cannot act, The clothing designer, a nudist, The brave hero, so shy, a stammerer, The musician, a deaf mute, The architect, who live in a tent, I am a writer who hates to type, for his fingers disconnect his eyes, his brain his insane I am the father, who knows not his own children, I am the man who hates to shave, and shaves twice daily, The man who knows nothing of nature, but writes in and of it constantly.                                                       The man beset by endless money worries, Who gives his capital away to charity in increments of thousands, I am the man that never passes a street beggar, Even the obvious frauds, Without giving them a bill, and a god bless you, I am the man that would gladly die young whose Mother lived to ninty eight and gene'd up him good, I don't know what you want from me. I write to please. But I seem incapable of Giving, paving streets with words you what u want to hear. Moon, June, pill, **** me me me be crap on this I am the chef who cannot cook The nudist ashamed of his body The stammered into silence The mute who screams inside till deaf with frustration I writer of thin air, the unfair. I know not what You want of me. But I weep with frustration at the paucity of my expression, Good god my final destination not close enough In the hands of strangers, rejection In mine own, verbal strangulation Even Whatever Is Insufficiently Disdainful Painful I cannot give you enough of/if me to satisfy What is it you want from me I will write to displease Why not do What I do best Anyway Secure that this voice Is lost among the voices Answering whatever
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
What do you want from me
Like the chef who hates to eat The playwright who cannot act, The clothing designer, a nudist, The brave hero, so shy, a stammerer, The musician, a deaf mute, The architect, who live in a tent, I am a writer who hates to type, for his fingers disconnect his eyes, his brain his insane I am the father, who knows not his own children, I am the man who hates to shave, and shaves twice daily, The man who knows nothing of nature, but writes in and of it constantly.                                                       The man beset by endless money worries, Who gives his capital away to charity in increments of thousands, I am the man that never passes a street beggar, Even the obvious frauds, Without giving them a bill, and a god bless you, I am the man that would gladly die young whose Mother lived to ninty eight and gene'd up him good, I don't know what you want from me. I write to please. But I seem incapable of Giving, paving streets with words you what u want to hear. Moon, June, pill, **** me me me be crap on this I am the chef who cannot cook The nudist ashamed of his body The stammered into silence The mute who screams inside till deaf with frustration I writer of thin air, the unfair. I know not what You want of me. But I weep with frustration at the paucity of my expression, Good god my final destination not close enough In the hands of strangers, rejection In mine own, verbal strangulation Even Whatever Is Insufficiently Disdainful Painful I cannot give you enough of/if me to satisfy What is it you want from me I will write to displease Why not do What I do best Anyway Secure that this voice Is lost among the voices Answering whatever
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He laughs in pairs And appeared without cares Surrounded by mares And the emptiness wears She laughed in three's Long gone before she leaves In a pattern she weaves Consistently, not to displease Together, their laughs came in fours Deriving somewhere deep within their cores And slipping their hands inside doors To leave when they wanted more Alone she filled her universe with patterns To clear through all the dark matter Climbing to the highest rung of this latter She learned to separate all the clatter
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Laughs
Dark, thin figures floating in the sky eating away every bite of happiness no enough time to let out a cry letting the darkness close in until you're hollow they are free with no one to follow *I am emotionless, I will consume you I dance on the grounds of Azkaban no eye sockets, a hollow mouth and scabbed grey skin Allow me, to come closer and give you a kiss* My very existence seems to displease you you alter the air with negativity I shall fight you back *But I have no limbs! I hover above the ground I will through you in an ocean so deep that you cannot swim* I won't let your negativity blind me Quit boasting your inane abilities Let me summon my Patronus and I will rise with chivalry E X P E C T O  P A T R O N U M! Watch my Dragon drive you away You filth of an amortal creature Now I shall eat some chocolate to cleanse the stain
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Dementor
I should’ve known the way you warmed your palms against my back that you would kiss me, but at least your trembling lips covered the hesitancy of mine, tortured into timidity by the guy who pushed himself into me demanding that I like it. You touched me with a reverence I didn’t deserve as I remained tangled in reservations of certain caresses, positions, and the possible suggestion of *** in my bed. You nestled your chin in the curve of my neck instead and while you slept on the prospect of contentment, I cried for trust you would expect from me, a wrecked reject **** victim who believed that maybe she was a tease who would continue to displease any man willing to lay her. I made you leave when I saw the sun’s rays, but relief didn’t stay behind.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
Atychiphobia
I'll steal your essence if I please You're the only thing I really need I promise you, I wouldn't tease I yearn for your neck to bleed I have this terrible disease Every night I go out to feed I'm sorry, I don't mean to displease If you'll excuse me I need to proceed It won't be long after you begin to wheeze
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Vampire
The lands are painted red with my brothers, Thirsty are the blades that slaughter names, Dead warriors linger among their graves searching, Victim to the violence that is without merit or fames, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The grassy moor talks of peace and neutrality, But within the shadows, bows to the wolves maw, You cannot blame the weak for stepping down, Horses sleep in the light of the moon warriors paws, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The land of golden leaves is filled with thieves, They crawl amongst the waste and beneath our feet, Drunk on their sorrows, happiness is robbed from their souls, A queen and friend of wolves, leads them like sheep, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The men from a future long past, look to the east, Contemplating their lust for more that glitters in the dark, Rebels within their own, mute the howling wolves, They are blind to the bleeding infectious mark, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… Deathly cold air, warms and breeds powerful men, Bears unwilling to let demons devour their inheritance, Armed with their swords and traditions, they make war with wolves, They fight as true sons and daughters of sufferance, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The vicious wolves are mere puppets of a greater evil, They toil and tarnish traditions held for centuries, But they are simply dogs, scared to displease their master, For their failure would only seek to bring more miseries, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars..
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Civil Wolves
The lands are painted red with my brothers, Thirsty are the blades that slaughter names, Dead warriors linger among their graves searching, Victim to the violence that is without merit or fames, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The grassy moor talks of peace and neutrality, But within the shadows, bows to the wolves maw, You cannot blame the weak for stepping down, Horses sleep in the light of the moon warriors paws, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The land of golden leaves is filled with thieves, They crawl amongst the waste and beneath our feet, Drunk on their sorrows, happiness is robbed from their souls, A queen and friend of wolves, leads them like sheep, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The men from a future long past, look to the east, Contemplating their lust for more that glitters in the dark, Rebels within their own, mute the howling wolves, They are blind to the bleeding infectious mark, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… Deathly cold air, warms and breeds powerful men, Bears unwilling to let demons devour their inheritance, Armed with their swords and traditions, they make war with wolves, They fight as true sons and daughters of sufferance, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The vicious wolves are mere puppets of a greater evil, They toil and tarnish traditions held for centuries, But they are simply dogs, scared to displease their master, For their failure would only seek to bring more miseries, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars..
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We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen. We displease, we heal, we unveil the hidden and yet all that can be seen is what is heard....        disregarding all lives that were formed for a moment in the limelight that was never owned. Some call themselves flawless but the notion in itself is full of flaws and we remain untouched by the obvious.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Oblivion
When they burry me, remember my feet Which trekked every step on broken streets Felt the sands course through the toes in heat Through the winters snow and the icy sleet Tip toed at night, in the shadows, discrete And in the day stomped to the beat Carried me to a love so sweet I beg of you, remember my feet When they burry me, remember my knees Which cushioned the flips and falls of the trapeze Held up my frame with the greatest ease And never knelt to anything in displease Sprang up in the summer’s breeze Survived through the winters freeze And only bent to the love I wished to please I beg of you, remember my knees When they burry me, remember my hips That were there for all my trips Danced and shook for tips Witness the beauty of an eclipse Helped me stay balanced in all my slips Swung side to side on moonlit strips My love, who so tenderly grips I beg of you, remember my hips When they burry me, remember my hands Which toiled and worked in foreign lands Saluted in honorable commands Showed knowledge that still expands Gestured my souls demands Conveyed a message that understands Maintained a love that stands I beg of you, remember my hands When they burry me, remember my chest Where my heart beat without rest Gave me bravery in every quest Allowed me to pass every test Grew for those oppressed Out front when I progressed Where my love, became expressed I beg of you, remember my chest When they burry me, remember my head Smart enough to help me earn my bread Heard in passing, everything said Looked upon the horizon spread Felt the pain, when my body bled Kept my body fed Laid next to my love in bed I beg of you, remember my head When they burry me, remember my soul How it took others on an emotional stroll Made me conscious of my body toll Gave me purpose, a position role Appreciated everything in its whole The spirit world where it patrolled My love, whose heart it stole Above all, I beg of you, remember my soul
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
When They Burry Me
When they burry me, remember my feet Which trekked every step on broken streets Felt the sands course through the toes in heat Through the winters snow and the icy sleet Tip toed at night, in the shadows, discrete And in the day stomped to the beat Carried me to a love so sweet I beg of you, remember my feet When they burry me, remember my knees Which cushioned the flips and falls of the trapeze Held up my frame with the greatest ease And never knelt to anything in displease Sprang up in the summer’s breeze Survived through the winters freeze And only bent to the love I wished to please I beg of you, remember my knees When they burry me, remember my hips That were there for all my trips Danced and shook for tips Witness the beauty of an eclipse Helped me stay balanced in all my slips Swung side to side on moonlit strips My love, who so tenderly grips I beg of you, remember my hips When they burry me, remember my hands Which toiled and worked in foreign lands Saluted in honorable commands Showed knowledge that still expands Gestured my souls demands Conveyed a message that understands Maintained a love that stands I beg of you, remember my hands When they burry me, remember my chest Where my heart beat without rest Gave me bravery in every quest Allowed me to pass every test Grew for those oppressed Out front when I progressed Where my love, became expressed I beg of you, remember my chest When they burry me, remember my head Smart enough to help me earn my bread Heard in passing, everything said Looked upon the horizon spread Felt the pain, when my body bled Kept my body fed Laid next to my love in bed I beg of you, remember my head When they burry me, remember my soul How it took others on an emotional stroll Made me conscious of my body toll Gave me purpose, a position role Appreciated everything in its whole The spirit world where it patrolled My love, whose heart it stole Above all, I beg of you, remember my soul
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A resounding response to the crack below my feet was heard through the forest The ice had broken under the weight of my foot And I froze holding myself still as I stared at the wood Wondering, "Where did that come from?" whispering "Not an echo! there must be something within the trees A light breeze could not displease the silence of that looming dark!" I approached the trees, each a veil, bark by bark, forming A shade to intimidate the night, lining the freedom of that frozen lake With fear to cut through any heart, as I approach the trees The edge, waiting for me, towering grim, counting the steps Accusing, suspecting of my intent, and I fearing what will come I draw towards the end, and it paints my heart a deeper black, "Every end a means!" they say, their leaves a darker hue, all a shade, The sky only murkier, blot fainted stars bleeding to shine on my icier day Cold, my fingers, scared, my feet, moving forward, they ask for more More! for passion! for the call! the trees, in unison, they call! Quiet, they crack through the Winternight, claiming "Yes! still alive!" Finally! my foot strikes the lucid gray snow! and I meet my end But, "Every means an end!" and the life that colors around me reflects the sun, bright and vivid, a shining presence encompassing my own And, as the world of the human mind's intent frenzies, no relent, still, to see the bird teaching her next to swirl through the air is to see the gem amongst us I have met my end, my journey is done, I die here now, but I have seen the world, I have taken it my own, and it has killed me "Was it worth it?" I ask the trees, now silent somber black around.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
Animation
A resounding response to the crack below my feet was heard through the forest The ice had broken under the weight of my foot And I froze holding myself still as I stared at the wood Wondering, "Where did that come from?" whispering "Not an echo! there must be something within the trees A light breeze could not displease the silence of that looming dark!" I approached the trees, each a veil, bark by bark, forming A shade to intimidate the night, lining the freedom of that frozen lake With fear to cut through any heart, as I approach the trees The edge, waiting for me, towering grim, counting the steps Accusing, suspecting of my intent, and I fearing what will come I draw towards the end, and it paints my heart a deeper black, "Every end a means!" they say, their leaves a darker hue, all a shade, The sky only murkier, blot fainted stars bleeding to shine on my icier day Cold, my fingers, scared, my feet, moving forward, they ask for more More! for passion! for the call! the trees, in unison, they call! Quiet, they crack through the Winternight, claiming "Yes! still alive!" Finally! my foot strikes the lucid gray snow! and I meet my end But, "Every means an end!" and the life that colors around me reflects the sun, bright and vivid, a shining presence encompassing my own And, as the world of the human mind's intent frenzies, no relent, still, to see the bird teaching her next to swirl through the air is to see the gem amongst us I have met my end, my journey is done, I die here now, but I have seen the world, I have taken it my own, and it has killed me "Was it worth it?" I ask the trees, now silent somber black around.
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I despise the helplessness that overbore the irises swirling in my eyes How can I catch him before he's ****** back into the black hole? I've been there before and it's vacantly empty and emotionless where numbness imperializes the feeling in your finger tips to the feeling in your mind He's spiraling downward so fast I cannot let a thought slip my mind in the intervals My innate reaction is to hold him and never let go But the evils beset him, encumbered by the darkness whose omniscient nature never fails to displease I look into the eyes of my love and I break apart I cannot stand seeing pain evoked from the countenance of my love My love, I barter his smile for mine I count on his happiness for mine I am desperately seeking a shining light for him but I cannot find nor guarantee one Everything is swirling and I cannot find the irises that once sparkled with exuberance Why, I think the black hole had us both in his chokehold
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Call Me Helpless, Not Hopeless
Let's meet at the crossroads between suffering and awe.. Is it as it must be? Past to die that life may draw.. Its breath from love to begin now anew? Do I have even the right "to be" without you? And what do I think of this here Scarlet Letter? Should I not be shamed into conducting myself better? I've lost the "high ground" and tumble so close.. An "undone" life of my doing, some would propose.. So where is remorse? Where is regret? Is it foolish pride or what my soul can't forget.. Put here for a purpose though it may displease some.. My soul, she is stubborn and won't budge til she's done.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
The Crossroads Between Suffering and Awe
It's hard to write poetry When I have no motivation to do so I'm just looking for inspiration Somewhere Anywhere But I can't find it in me So maybe you could help me If you would talk to me 'Cause right now I'm having a one sided conversation And it's not going well Because my words to me Demotivate me So would you please join this conversation With me Maybe I could be happy But I've gotten sidetracked With envy And displease Sometimes looking for the words to describe me Sometimes trying to find me Using sad music and poetry Staring at the mirror Long enough to find every flaw that bugs me Getting in to arguments just to see if I can win Then the begging comes in 'Cause I still want them to be my friend I'm sorry but it hurt me Every conversation you cut me off in But don't worry I'm used to it That happens to me with friend or not friend But I know you care about me You do right? Did these words come out right? Did it somehow turn into an apology? Because I am sorry But for what? Maybe for always being wrong Because someone once said that I always am I'm wrong It's true that I am So here's the poem I tried so hard to write And I sincerely apologize for it Because these words might eat you Like they ate at me   Gripping unto something Maybe the guilt inside me And as it comes flowing out it's making me shaky Hitting my nerves On the way to escape me Because even it wishes to leave me So I'll beg once more Please will you save me
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
Looking for inspiration
Her Youth is just a fraction of what she has and deems The light that you see in her soul is an auroma that exceeds All evils rights and motives to bring darkness and displease If I have felt true purity along with a heart to remain good It is this girl, no this women, the one to go against the sin If a flood were to take her, then she shall flow with it peacefully, she would She is truly divine, so simple and amazing like that of a straight rainbow existing in the sky I must be the guy aloud to love and cherish her, I must win The day I let her know I can love her more than anyone else is the day I let this Endless Beauty consume me and overpower all the sin and release the peace I hide within
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
Endless Beauty
*A crystal drop upon glistening leaves; A wale through bark upon towering trees. A fresh gust of air with a simple breeze; A livid set of clouds will hide skies keys. Day desaturates and forms low degrees. A sun falls down with a storms great displease. Within the rain, plants will sink to their knees, And wait patiently for a howl to seize. A quite bird approaches cold with a sneeze, Hunkering down to avoid late nights freeze. Sporadically, winds form a silly tease, ‘Til gales quiet down and prepare with flees. In morning’s clear rise, new day brings release, Upon wishful flowers, which plant new seeds. A wall of bad brings a gateway of ease, Allowing grateful life to keep on sprees. *
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
A Storm of Ease
Non-believer in a holy land, Stained glass tells my favorite fairy tales, While crypts whisper to the Angel choir, "Gloria a Dio.. Cristo Pietà." The street reeks of burnt things, Incense offered to the man in the hills. Perched above the people and nestled below the heavens, The tranquil streets carry their own version of history. Father says this place holds magic, And I fear to displease him. I'll pray for him on graves and make blood sacrifices, But not for me, my soul is already liberated. The streets glow bright neath the shadow of church spires, A history that speaks for itself. The hills will sing its praises as will I, For the piazza of storytellers, For the direct line to martyrdom, Never will I fathom them.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Gloria