"draging" poems - Hello Poetry

Knowledge enforced to follow, it hurts to turn my back Lack of truth in its logic, proof to make it easy to swallow? Befallen by It's calling, resented all the good intended. Twisted Tables and a created fable, represented by eyes labled shameful. Written words cursed no better, read a recitation, with my own interpretation, ahead beams of light began to enter. Now they're looking bitter, calling out sinner Preparing your forthcoming, preparing you for dinner Forget em, who's rightously judging? First stone, lies are forthcoming. Fighting our own demons, none but you percieve em It's this feeling, the darkness and the sickness, the weakness that inhibits the message, soul and will conflicting at the hilltop. Vanity, the start of your calamity. It had to be that guilty feeling, draging you from your heighth of the ceiling. Perfection is something we're all missing, lying furthers the evil that you felt. Perhaps you hate what's well and embrace the hateful, but its free will that leaves you blame full. Alone, be grateful, believe in Him on your own accord. As the race of the light takes flight I let it enter Your mind at times, plays games unkind. Conclusions undefined, leaving its history your mystery. Grasp the signs in life, the beauty of your wife, the power in mere sight, surely you can overcome fright. We can't see the whole picture and all the painters live on the right of the sea. It's time to be who we're all destined to be, peace, love, and happiness at the center. The warm sun surrounding us with brightness in winter, let it enter.

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Jan 31, 2013

Jan 31, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC

kobbe

Let Light Enter

Knowledge enforced to follow, it hurts to turn my back Lack of truth in its logic, proof to make it easy to swallow? Befallen by It's calling, resented all the good intended. Twisted Tables and a created fable, represented by eyes labled shameful. Written words cursed no better, read a recitation, with my own interpretation, ahead beams of light began to enter. Now they're looking bitter, calling out sinner Preparing your forthcoming, preparing you for dinner Forget em, who's rightously judging? First stone, lies are forthcoming. Fighting our own demons, none but you percieve em It's this feeling, the darkness and the sickness, the weakness that inhibits the message, soul and will conflicting at the hilltop. Vanity, the start of your calamity. It had to be that guilty feeling, draging you from your heighth of the ceiling. Perfection is something we're all missing, lying furthers the evil that you felt. Perhaps you hate what's well and embrace the hateful, but its free will that leaves you blame full. Alone, be grateful, believe in Him on your own accord. As the race of the light takes flight I let it enter Your mind at times, plays games unkind. Conclusions undefined, leaving its history your mystery. Grasp the signs in life, the beauty of your wife, the power in mere sight, surely you can overcome fright. We can't see the whole picture and all the painters live on the right of the sea. It's time to be who we're all destined to be, peace, love, and happiness at the center. The warm sun surrounding us with brightness in winter, let it enter.

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I am sorry l scared her with my anger and she wept bitterly in pain. The soul of my blues soaked into water pine I feel really shattered not even hope can rise my spirit again bcus the rain is very much deep. Mother,l want her to reaveal my grief and give me her arms again just for once like it was yesterday when birds sang songs in our laughter.forgive me my holy mother and send her this tears on your table.its all draging me into the wind of death

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC

LiltenyRhymth937fm

Dear holy mary

I am sorry l scared her with my anger and she wept bitterly in pain. The soul of my blues soaked into water pine I feel really shattered not even hope can rise my spirit again bcus the rain is very much deep. Mother,l want her to reaveal my grief and give me her arms again just for once like it was yesterday when birds sang songs in our laughter.forgive me my holy mother and send her this tears on your table.its all draging me into the wind of death

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something is draging me it's so magnetic my hands are falling from the heaven to the hell scissors and knifes are my best friends perfectly made by your hands

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Nov 21, 2019

Nov 21, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC

elnafromthehell

Shame

something is draging me it's so magnetic my hands are falling from the heaven to the hell scissors and knifes are my best friends perfectly made by your hands

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