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Eu Claudio Oct 2014
knock knock
who is it?
love
love who?
love you

go away, you're not welcome
I don't need you
you're just a stupid feeling
a disease that violate our hearts and souls
that make our eyes go blind
and changes our perception of things
you make everyone sick as you pass by

you pretend you're perfect
that everything is beautiful
and it will stay that way forever

but then you go
go without a warning
leaving a hole where once was a heart full of you

I still have the scars of your name in my chest
I still remember the tears I droped for you

why you just came back now?
why now?
why after all this time?

didn't you know I was waiting for you
to knock on my bedroom door?
Geno Cattouse Jan 2013
Hey Danny, I droped it twice but this one is just as nice
On the fly a small hummingbird on flittering wings just dusting the room
With dann dust and goodwill.

A quiver filled with curative pin point healing
She is wheeling and dealing
Danielle I presume is the full story.
Acufeel good. Feelgood ancient curative
Sent from the far east.

Miniature
Magic whipping about in sea blue scrubs
All good news .
Never gave me the bluesy tude.
Cool runnings miss danny.
Nuff respect.
A short poem for a big spirit. In. Small spirit
Country.
Seek and ye shall find I am inclined to believe
She has a good vibe.
Cool runnings hummingbird.
See you at the water cooler
uzzi obinna Oct 2015
I have seen the blood of my loved ones, spilled on a dusty road;
Seen the fall of kings, powerful warriors and the bold;
The skin of mothers and little children, broken by cold;
The ancient landmarks of the fatherless, siezed and sold.

I have heard the cry of the homeless but no one there to save;
Heard the wailing of the deserted, seen the tears of the brave;
Many driven from their homelands, now hiding in caves;
And a father toiling night and day, treated as a slave.

I have heard of dreams of many, still unrealised;
The ****** daughters of priests, lured or defiled;
The goals of youths, swallowed up by pride;
And the future of generations, poorly discerned.

I have read government policies, unfavourable for the common man;
Heard of national resources, expended without concrete plans
Communities connive to eliminate a defenseless clan;
And a nation sold into modern slavery, by reckless polititians.

Many tears have droped, sweat and blood everywhere;
Many races have been run but the end seems nowhere near;
Many have waited hopelessly for a better year;
Many have stood up but crawled back for sake of fear.

A day will come when the oppressed will arise;
Like Martin Luther King Jr. did,though his blood was a price;
Like Nelson Mandela did, even though his act was termed a vice-
For the freedom of the enslaved and oppressed but the wicked's sudden demise.
The invatation seemed strange  but im always up for a weekend retreat.
The boys at the pub looked at me as if i had totally lost the few marbles
i had.

fishing was a favorite sport of mine for it was more like a reason to
go boat riding  and  drink and how i did enjoy water sports.
Mr E   had invited us all yet my fellow amigos  seemed to be lacking
my sense of adventure.

Gary droped me off well more like kicked me out
about half way as the pills started to kick in  and he belived
I was a alien  lizard  secretly on a mission to steal his mind and take it to
mexico.

So as I hit the ground rolling like a tumble **** taking out a few mail boxes   and  one of thoose bike riding Lance Armstrong  wanna be dorks.
I worry bout men who dress like gay power rangers
the buts stuck up in the air wearing spandex.

Well after a relaxing  thirty mile walk.
almost sober I stood faceto face with MR .E
And althogh kinda odd for fishing attire  his cheeta thong
and matching cape  were a sight to be seen.

But  comfort first is i always say.
I never knew lady GaGa  had her own signiture bass boat very stylish this Mr  E was indeed.

And I wasnt much for girly drinks  but dam near sober for the first time since i was  ten i would drink almost anything.
but the man servant in chaps in chains was making me wonder if these
people werent you know  christians  or thoose scientolligist *******
you know thoose lady doctors  who women  have to go to.

It was when Mr E got a nibble on his  bedazzled  fishing
rod  that caused some alarm.
As he pulled that bass in  he let out a ear piercing scream louder
Mariah Carrey.

As this oxyen starved creature flopped on the floor  like Gonzo
trying to breakdance Mr Es  man servant began to beat the fish
with some sort of vibrating oddly shaped stick.
My God man  what is this forplay?

I couldnt stand it anymore these  people although
fashion forward  were just to much i jumped ship
making my way to shore.

And as i began to make  my dripping track to the nearest bar.
He was apon me like some  strange  cheetah  dam these spray tanned  christians were fast.    

It was a struggle of epic movie of the week proportions
I feared for more than my life.
I barely escaped  with my clothes and senses.
Well with my clothes that is.

And  as I walked  into the pub shakenbut thankfully
not stirred.
When asked to sit down and share a drink i choose to stand.
Cause of uhh back issues.

And as that demon jukebox  began to play do you
really wanna hurt me it quickly changed it's tune
for even Gonzo has his limts.

I dont belive I'll go fishing again.
For I learned its a contact sport.
Dam  scientologist.
Well  if ya spend time  getting mad  at this one then thats a moment of your time wasted my amigos
And i know i may seem like im against  certain groups but this is all in fun i have nothing against scientologist  they have a  important job
womens health is no joke  and  if ya dont get my humor then
why the hell are ya reading this cheers my friends
always your pal till the end Gonzo
Spencer Craig Nov 2014
she came from a broken home, wasn't to ambitious
and the fact she was loose was surreptitious
she did this to make up for what her childhood lacked
so she picked dudes up and droped them quick like jacks
so it wasn't surprising that after a while
her abdomen became an embryo's domicile
she didn't want it but her parents weren't pro-choice
she might as well have had strep throat, had no vocie
her days were then filled with insults down right explict
all this for just one unsurpervised visit
after nine months of the tribulations of misogyny
it was time to bring forth her progeny
after a few ardous hours she gave birth
to a girl which suprisingly filled her with mirth
she  relized she had something to live for
and she promised to give her
everything she need and to not let anything encumber
her daughter's success as she watched her slumber
she named her rose because she if it took till the world's doom
she would nuture this child untill she finally blooms
i know the lines are a bit to long in this song and it would be very helpful if someone would help me truncate them. thanks!
Deepali Oct 2020
"CHOICE" 💬 🦟
What you see is not what it is...
So what it is, might not be as its been seen.
"Now close your eyes and let the body rests where it wants."

What if our head is not the thinking factory or are you ready to make a new factory?
But, this time no source of eye rolls
and you will see your legs are also
thinking souls.👁

This time thinking is no longer
than, 1second tip tap tip...
hence,
it starts tapping its way to next direction
which is left and there goes the
right behind...
Like your feets giving you the way to make it stay...
to the journey of this nector you pour which is insane.

Unfortunately 🕳
Its time to rethink the steps we take
on the shows we should ignore,
when we loose our mind's
game roll..👁
Yes? the 1sec power makes your way. . .
Or
is it the 10sec beat droped in your vain...  "CHOICE"🦟
Choice is always yours let the decision be not made by legs when 1sec  thought slip goes greater than the 10sec thought process you try to achieve to follow it for the good paths.
Amber Nov 2018
I hate him
I hate him
And you know what else....
I hate him!

I waited
I was patient
I was there everytime he called
I made him laugh after not wanting to
I made him comfortable after the wreck
I opened myself up to him
I let him treat me as if we were in love
I told him my feelings had surpassed
I waited
I gave him space
I tried

He lied
He changed his mind
He found something "better"
He droped me flat on my face
After I was on a cloud of enjoyment
And now he cries to me

He comes back when things are wrong
He talks to me when he is stressed
He jokes about seeing me soon

But he's still not mine
I am forgotten and unwanted
I am alone
While he thrives with her
After I put in the work
He still choose her

And I will always be pushed away
I will still be in pain
I will still crave him
I will still be alone
Sudipta Maity Dec 2017
If ever being of tired,  ghostly in the middle of the night l turned back to your side.
Still  I will not keep my eyes in your eyes anymore.
Like the compass of the Sailor, I will remain the constant North star.
Still the sail of your ship will not blow by my wind anymore.
If ever in your black eyes, when does the cloud get closer.
I will droped from your eyes like the water of the monsoon.
And will not stay in your eyes anymore.
Like in the shape of the blind, I will stay remain in the dark.
And like the dream I will not live  in your eye anymore.
I will not keep my eyes in your eyes with gap of the eyeglasses anymore.
Sekani Aug 2018
I saw it drop on my glass, The stone you casted against time to sit on my face.  I  saw it toiling with my glass. When it came, it droped at my feet and eroded into a shameless sand.  I had a sweet chemistry at that time glittering in my soul and today you are in the wind sharing flowers with the earth. I feel perturb at this point.
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Pauline Morris Jun 2016
With all of his story he was gonna tell
There was an uneasy silence that fell
I could feel the breath in his chest swell
With the leather squeaking he turned in the saddle, "now it's time for your story to sell"

With a glint of hatred in my eyes, I quickly gave a summary
Of my life and my misery
For part of my life even for me was still a mystery

I told of my mothers ****
She couldn't stand to look at my face
And how I was passed from place to place

The frightened wide eyes of a child
That after being defiled
By every gypsy man
Till she could no longer stand
Then the steel, heated yellow, red hot tip they left the symbol brands

That left my skin burnt and marked with evil but it didn't sink below
For empathy was the true curse on my soul

I told him I studied hard and now had great power
I could disembowl, I could make it come a blood and gut shower
But my heart and soul have to much compassion, so insteed I just cower

In my woods where no one would go
And myself to no human I had to show
"Why did you kight ventured into my woods"I want to know

"I need to know why I am now hunted with you
If we leave this beautiful evil steed, will they stop the peruse
There is a quest of my own I want to do"

He replied "No my beautiful hearted witch they will not"
At his words my heart seemed to stop
And to my knees I almost droped

No one exspeacally a man
Had ever said anything so grand
It made my legs week, hard to stand
He looked deep into my eyes and took my hand

Which of course I snatched away
I could not belive the things he did say
Besides it was begaining to break day

We found a cave in which to rest
To sleep in the day and travel by night would be best
For the veil evil couldn't stand the sun, or at lest that was my guess

As we lay down on the moss covered stones
He touched my hand again, and from my lips escaped a moan
My feelings for him had grown
uzzi obinna Dec 2016
Your words were like a million needles piercing my skin,
My heart broke into a million pieces like glass droped from a mountain,
My tears flowed night and day like rivers rushing into a sea,
The heat in my brain every night burnt like desert fire in its fury,

I cried but only i heard me cry,
I hurt so badly and wished to die,
My dreams have lied to me again,
It showed me the joy but not the pain,
I became the only sad one in the crowd,
With a million painful thoughts sreaming out loud,

I no longer felt the honey on your lip,
But the knives that cut really deep,
Nor could i find the compassion that once resided on your face,
But the frown and desperation to bring me into a hurtful place,
Your affection for me that once overflowed,
Was nothing but resentment intentionally brewed.

Every night i keep wishing this is a dream,
And trying so hard not to scream,
I keep hoping there would be a chance,
That there will be a place for a little romance,
Or that you will come back to me,
And i'll do better for you and me.
The character represented here is just a work of fiction
SirDlova Mar 2014
They say love don't die,
That's a lie.
They pretend and act as if everything is fine,
Meanwhile their heart beats beat with a new style of a cry..why hide?
Come don't u be shy.

From miles..I used to get a call from my wife,that I would even smile.

I even forget that she's so far.

Wouldn't you wonder what happens after those lovely calls?
Well she called,I answered and she wasn't calling on perpose.
That "redail" button got knocked by mistake
"Baby I prepered stake for supper"
And that's what I heard
I wonder what were the starters..I heard oooohs and aaaaaahs
I was so glad
Now that I know she was cheating.
Droped my fone and I turned on my stove
Cooked stake for supper,
Because it was also my favourate meat
And it was my twin brother that made my wife tapout..**** Piet!
Long relation"ships" are sinking
Karan Jul 2015
When a promise dies
My girl promised me
We'll walk hand in hand
She said we'll walk besides
Until the end
She said she woudnt care
For my empty poses
We will die besides
On the bed of roses
When we'll return home
Droped deep in scars
We'll spend tired nights
In each others arms
She spoke of her sordid times
And how she's changed
She spoke of warning signs
And her love for rains
I was doped down in love
I kept falling in it
We made some promises girl
That we coudnt keep
And then it had to be
On one envious night
When our minds were dull
And the air was blight
In a moment of panic
It was all erased
My love for you
Was bent to hate
The day had come
To say goodbyes
All blown to cold
When a promise dies
Notes (optional)
Andy Felix May 2018
Going up to the top of the hill
Above the city where I go to chill
The lights shine below
Like stars all aglow
Lay low, the sun droped on the horizon on the other side of the valley the moon is rising
I've got a chill vibe. A rocky hill vibe so leave the drama on the valley floor when we arrive
About one of my favorite places
I NEED TO TELL YOU
HOW I FEEL
YOU NEED TO KNOW
THAT ABOVE THE WORLD
IS HOW HIGH YOU USED TO PUT ME
AND HOW MUCH MORE
I HAD PUT IN
LIKE PINS AND NEEDLES
THERE IS NOTHING LIKE
NOT KNOWING THE DESTRUSTION OF THE FALL
WHEN I AM DROPED FROM YOUR TOWER
TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHING I KNEW ABOUT GOD
WILL BE CONTINUED AFTER MY BODY HITS THE FLOOR
I'M VERY SURE
BEFORE I CAN STAND UP TO BE A WOMAN
WHEN I STAND UP
DEATH IS IN MY FACE
I CAN FALL JUST LIKE THAT
RIGHT BEFORE YOUR PLACE
BEFORE WE RESOLVE OUR
COMTAMINATED ATROCITIES
BEFORE WE MAKE KNUCKLES CLASH
BEFORE OUR THROUTS STING WITH ANIMOSITY
AND WORDS BRAKE THE RULES OF POETRY
AND BEFORE WE CAN SAY HOW MUCH HATE HAS COMPELLED LOVE TO ESCAPE US
MY NERVES WILL GO BLANK
BEFORE I CAN SEE THE FEAR IN YOUR EYES
WHEN YOU RELISE
WHAT YOU HAD DONE
WILL NEVER BE RELIVED AGAIN TO FIX
MY FAITH IN YOU WILL TIRE
MY BELIEFES SCATTERED
THE PASTENCE LIVES IN YOUR MIND BUT YOU BOUGHT OUT FROM ME
THE PRESENT IS
A DAMAGED GIFT
TOMORROW IS;
UGLY THOUGHTS
AS WELL AS BESIDE YOU
IS COMPLICATED CARNIVAL
YET I LOVE YOU LIKE A SICK
LAMB
OUT OF THE COUNTLESS DOGS
YOU ARE A REAL MAN
LIVING MAD YET CAPABLE
WHEN WE NTERTWINE MAN AND WOMAN WE ARE ROMANIC PASTELS IN OUR EMPIRE
WHILE AROUND US CRUMBLES OUR MONUEMNT
WE WEEP TO STICH
ONLY TO BREAK AND *****
SO RIGHT NOW
RIGHT HERE
BEFORE YOU SHUT ME DOWN
IF YOU COULD MEET ME HALF WAY
NOT ACROSS THE SKY
BUT EYE TO EYE
WHEN I STAND UP
STAY STILL
HEAR ME
AND WALK AWAY.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
silli Apr 2013
baby i carry the weight of the world on my back
you just droped it on there without care
it broke my back and i had to slowly make my way
i was blamed for being slow, but maybe it wasn't me
maybe for once, i wasn't wrong
baby the world hurt me
it beat me down
yet still i carry the weight of the world on my back
im dead inside but so full of life in my body
baby read my eyes
can you see the color drain
baby im becoming lifeless now, but i cant go
because the weight of the world is on my back
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
A crime buried without justice is never laid to rest
Those that where responsible never addressed

The exploding bombs had chased them to the basments
They thought women and children would be safer in this containment

But these bombs that droped did not explode
It had a much deadlier payload

The gas it trun lose was Sarin by name
This nerve gas played no games

So much heavier than air, it's deadly fingers reached down
Right to where all the women and children could be found

Quit and deadly, they hadn't a prayer
They where all so caught unaware

Until their lungs wouldn't work
Then the muscles twitching and ****

Mothers agonizing screams filled the air
Me and my Children are dying they declared

Bombs delivered the gas
Now families and children twitch in deaths dance

No real hospital for miles
Poorly equipped clinics filled up, people laying in the aisles

Frothing at the mouth, pupils only pinpoints
Death came to many that day, it did not disappoint

The dead laid in rows in clinics, mosques, and streets
Over thirteen hundred the lord had to meet

And as the living took care of the dead, in their graves they lay
Still no one is punished for this crime upon them, not even to this day
Syria in 2013.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
With all of his story he was gonna tell
There was an uneasy silence that fell
I could feel the breath in his chest swell
With the leather squeaking he turned in the saddle, "now it's time for your story to sell"

With a glint of hatred in my eyes, I quickly gave a summary
Of my life and my misery
For part of my life even for me was still a mystery

I told of my mothers ****
She couldn't stand to look at my face
And how I was passed from place to place

The frightened wide eyes of a child
That after being defiled
By every gypsy man
Till she could no longer stand
Then the steel, heated yellow, red hot tip they left the symbol brands

That left my skin burnt and marked with evil but it didn't sink below
For empathy was the true curse on my soul

I told him I studied hard and now had great power
I could disembowl, I could make it come a blood and gut shower
But my heart and soul have to much compassion, so insteed I just cower

In my woods where no one would go
And myself to no human I had to show
"Why did you kight ventured into my woods"I want to know

"I need to know why I am now hunted with you
If we leave this beautiful evil steed, will they stop the peruse
There is a quest of my own I want to do"

He replied "No my beautiful hearted witch they will not"
At his words my heart seemed to stop
And to my knees I almost droped

No one exspeacally a man
Had ever said anything so grand
It made my legs week, hard to stand
He looked deep into my eyes and took my hand

Which of course I snatched away
I could not belive the things he did say
Besides it was begaining to break day

We found a cave in which to rest
To sleep in the day and travel by night would be best
For the veil evil couldn't stand the sun, or at lest that was my guess

As we lay down on the moss covered stones
He touched my hand again, and from my lips escaped a moan
My feelings for him had grown
I wish I was evil
Just for a day
To scare people off
And make them go away

I wish I was evil
Just for an hour
I'd make people scream
And shout like a coward

I wish I was evil
Just for a minute
To do what I wanted
Without any limits!

I wish I was evil
With fire in my eyes
And a long wiggly tounge
And a snout for catching lies

I wish I was evil!
As evil as can be!
I'd catch every last soul
That was ever evil to me!

I'd sniff'em grab'em
And **** them for all the times
That someone droped a tear  
From a beautiful delicate eye  

I'd make them feel pure pain
And what it feels like
To look forward to the rain

To be so depressed you can't even breath
To wake up every morning saying
"It was just a dream"

To watch your life
get flushed down the toilet.
and your heart starts to sigh
With every given moment

Your head so confused
Your heart can't sing
So we just let music play
Untill we get our own set of wings

body too heavy
heart too hard
If someone made a crack
We would attack
And move on

I wish I was evil
I wish I couldn't feel
I wish I wasn't good
So I could watch you burn
On my firewood

I wish I was evil
Just for a day
I've had enough pain
I just wanna
make your day >:)
all i wanted was “you”
all i ever dreamed about was “you”
but "you" seems to be a dream
i put my feet on the ground
then i discover that it was a dream
a sweet dream
so wherever you are
i'm here
i'm waiting for you
after every single cup of wine i drank up
after every salty tears i droped
after every cold winter
after every breath i took
i was that sure
that you'll knock the door
and say “I am the “you”, I am your dream, I’m coming true”
Her smile got me like its a first kiss.  Seeing her name out of the blue got me wondering who this beautiful girl? Heard her voice my mouth droped. Is this for real? Is this a dream? The more we talk the more we connect the more i just cant help but smile like i got my birthday wish. She has dried tears in her eyes a smile that has been shattered but she keeps going. Just something about this girl got me hook like its from a melody from the radio. I know i shouldint.take.it fast but the more i talk.to her the.more i.fall.and now i cant help but smile and look at the big.moon because now i just wana share it with her
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
i never knew what the meaning of ill see u some day again. but we are all really colse friends. we joked around grew up to gather . we both hung out even ditched class. one day u left a note on my dash board. saying they picked u to join the army. we wrote every day when we can. i  read his last note to me i wrote back. its been 4 years you have been gone. the last vary last letter came saying he loved me and ill be home for christmass but you never showed on the week your get to come home.  being with my gf in our apartment th bell rang right on christmass. 2 millitary dressed in all black holding his helmet his boots his flag. i droped to the floor cant breath!

but i know the meaning that is he is gone. all i got is his flag and the friend who raised me when i ran away. holding his gear with my body turning ghost white. broken to the point where all you do is now is change your identy and start a new life with out tears he is gone im alone in this world that is scary and horrifying .
when i wrote this i started to cry
No body Apr 2018
Dear anut paula

Yes I am writing you a letter... Why? because.. I never got to say goodbye. You made me lough, you always told me when I came over to eat whatever I wanted. You loved hearing me lought and sing. You always love the fact I dance like I was alone. I remeber christmas, that was the last one with grandma. On the drive back you called my dad that night i'll never forget, dad lost his it,he criedand cried. Then amy passed away and we all lost it. Then.....You passed away in your sleep, I never got to say goodbye.  Dad droped his phone and I almost fell to the ground. I wish I talked to you more. But, I didn't. I'm sorry I never called, I wish I did. I love you and Miss you. R.I.P Anut Paula... You will always be in my heart
I never got to say goodbye :'(
Vladimir s Krebs Dec 2018
The screams I hear of dead soldiers trying to escap ther toumb of the deep knocking and distance explosions of the echoes of the past the fire of hell was droped thousands of lives lost into a  distant scream voices heard help help as crews raced to free the souls of the dead tears will start to slowly overflow when you know the fight will never end the dead scream and cry for there loves as time sealed them into a watery grave the last few mins was the prayer of our loard and savior to lift there souls to heaven the dead scream in distance years as you look at the us  Arizona
When I write I listen to music it makes the words just flow out
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
Give me a ***
for something just droped
out my ear
plant it in soil
water it
might take months
and let's see what will grow
might be an idear
or just a thought
maybe the answer to life
or God himself
oops
sorry just wax.
Love P@ul.
lick my wrist.
Vladimir s Krebs Dec 2018
My love you are all I trust but this world is filled with nothing but anger. I'm sorry but these words I have will shatter our minds my love I dont think our love will last forever I'm sorry but idk if we can coexist togather when both of our hearts are hurting my heart has shattered the vary day I have meet you I droped a tear in the ocean for the vary day I stop loving you my love
Rara anugrah May 2018
Hi dandelion
How are you?
Are you ready to changed?
From white to bright
Or you already with the wind?
Flying wherever it blows you
grow bold from droped
Hi dandelion
Would you like to teach me?
how to be you
Strong with a fragile body
Beutiful in the weeds
Listen to the wishes
Hi dandelion
could you please listen to me
To my whises
just ones, let me be you
So I can fly and be my self
So I can be strong
Wherever I stand
No matter how fragile i'm

— The End —