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I feel like you will get bored
In my bare bones apartment
that lacks a TV
or ****
I know only a few ways to
entertain you
but I have to find new ways
to keep you entranced
so you won't leave, because
the truth is, otherwise
I fear you will also
get bored of me
Whereto, Friend, apart this Direction goes
That Greedy Me besuch perpetuate
Must learn this: The Lock and Shackle bestrow
Reconcile that Key for True Joy rebate
And tell, how does your Prime Perception dock
To settle added Keys in Copper, chain
Took you a Lark; Which the Robin does mock
Outside your Cage those Tripe Clowns entertain
That Craft - your Splash - always Sacred devote
Once again calls for Adventure Beyond
Take a Year's Rest; Then to Spangles denote
Would sprinkle Silver Sands for mood abscond.
It was your Decision to sign by Pen
Absorb those Posted Stars Heaven does spend.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Lin Jul 2018
I think we all feel useless sometimes.
Like another gluttonous body
over populating the planet
thinking we give meaning to
already fully functional things.
The frustration of the mystery
of life consumes us.
We become obsessive in the thought
that we don't matter.
We think of leaving.

I'm a realist.
I don't entertain arrogant ideas
that small coincidences add up
to act as a "sign".
But,
today I woke from a sleepless night
at 5 am and started cleaning my room.
Deep cleaning.
I found this.
Read it.
And cried.
It was an old birthday card
my sister had written to me.
"Happy 21st birthday! Here are 21 reasons I Love You"
as I sat down to take in this moment I heard
the lyrics playing in the background
on my Pandora radio:  
"stay alive".

Please,
If you read anything today;
if you need any kind of sign
read this:  
stay alive.

Thank you Hamilton radio on Pandora.

Thank you sister.
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ymmiJ 10h
I am so entertained by all this hurt
and pain slicing my heart just the same
as an arrow shot with perfect aim
OpenWorldView Sep 2018
Nyx
You took my hope
to find the right path.

You tormented me
denied me a look at life
to entertain Thanatos.

**** you and your gods
who feed on misery.

You took my life
even before I woke.
Sean Devlin Aug 2015
Love should not be possessive. Love like you would a flower, growing in a field.
If you were to pluck that flower, take it inside, to place in a vase or between the pages of a book, it will wither and it will die. Suffocated, cut off from that place which it is meant to be.

Instead, lay next to your love. Let your breath be the wind that brushes against its petals. In a storm, build a fortress to protect it, to shade it from the sun. Sing songs to it until you fall asleep, where you dream beside it.

If you part, have no fear. Relish the moments in which that Love is beside you. Do not entertain thoughts of another coming and plucking that flower, you have no control over such things. Live beside that which you Love, possession will only bring death. No one can take your love. If in the morning that flower is no longer there, fear nothing, as you too will one day be gone.

The more we love, the more we want to hold on. Let go of the idea of permanence. Everything is ever changing. The seasons, the tides, they come and they go. Move within them. Hold that Love deep inside, like a heartbeat.

Fear of loss is ever gnawing. Let go of fear by letting go of the idea of possession. All that you own is that which beats within you, silent and voluminous. All else is an illusion.

When you look across the room at her, do so as you would a flower. Appreciate and enjoy, do not let the tendrils of fear wrap themselves around you. Do not reach out and take what is not yours, do not ask for anything in return. Open up your heart, let the sunshine pour from your eyes. Before you know it, these moments will be memories. This life will be another grain of sand on an endless beach. your story will be lost on the winds of spring.
Anthony Perry Jan 2016
I am unsolved, I am a statue in mortality, my smile has had an impact on society but my life has never been absolved

All I wanted to do was entertain, but instead, someone betrayed me and let my blood fall like rain and with nothing to gain

Before and after, my eyes have always been open so while you figure out who's the killer wheather it was Rob, Ed, or that guy Hansen, I have to wait, invisible to the world and lost until then

I've been killed, tortured but you all just talk about which side they cut first or how my body tore, the name is Black Dahlia and that name has become a media *****

My smile has been smeared ear to ear, my body severed in half, my veins drained of every quart but I am still proud to say my name is Elizabeth Short
melancholy eyes glaze over
the old honeycomb wallpaper pattern
and the mottled ceiling, paint peeling
noting every crevice in your new apartment
my consciousness dips in and out
of every nook and cranny, catching
fragments of the conversation.
you should always be the centre of attention.
i'd tried to entertain the notion, you'd noticed
my eyes in the ceiling and ushered me back
to the boring evening tea room with a gentle
fingertip or two pressed to my wrist.
do you wish you were somewhere else?
would you read my tea leaves and tell me,
what does the future hold for us?
multi sumus Aug 2018
Hollow shoes in hallowed halls
This sunswept maze where shadows fall
Upon the stones which lie beneath my feet

Through the doorway thresh is held
By bated breath
And faith dispelled
My faculties restrained i do entreat

For many a moon has passed since last ive cast mine eye upon that has such beauty uncompared to any other

Chaos thought
A thousand dream
With hastened heart
Although it seems
i seek not her a Love
But yet a Lover

          They began to whisper...

   Which shall speak that her gaze may fall upon us?
   And to what voice heard will her hand reach forth?

   Be it by pillowed tone her heart be swooned?

   Nay, But with intellect and eloquence shall she be found appeased

   And what of charm found south with a hint of gentleman drawl?

   Or does she desire a tumble and rough to take hold and charge her?

   Perhaps raw and silent with mystery air, allowing her curiosity to draw her near Hahaha!

Ahh humor, Yes a quick travel in, entertain her that she may be...Tickled

Cease this banter
Silence
Still
Strength within
Bend
Break i will not
Follow in Your footsteps any longer!

Now bold am i
Through time and times
With patience prayer
And then i find
That that which destroys not    
Just makes me stronger

So with humble speech and subtle grin
Repore is built
Then questioning
"Opportunity may i have to call upon you?"

Refuse me not
My dear i pray thee
Words amassed
Forgive and let be
Known they're spoken only unto few


And within the shadow They murmured
Each by Their turn...

   Bound by silken thread and silent tongue?

   Nay, By soft and sweetened lips shall We speak unto her flesh
Be not word nor sound that echoes in those ears but merely whispers to her soul

   Mmm, inch by inch shall she be ravished, Savoring every delicate morsel, And feasting upon her succulence shall We find solace

   Oh! That We be granted leave to bestow upon her such pleasures

   Pleasures yes! And through pain she will know them!

   Release Us That We may consume!

Deny Us not for We hunger!

NAY! the scream
Though not aloud
Consent withheld
Within a shroud of
Mystery to why the unacception

So unto the lock
The bars do hold
These demons kept  
Since times of old
Speech silent to avoid any detection.
a poetic interpretation of a failed attempt at wooing a young woman while living with a fragmented mind
Big Virge Apr 2015
Be ... Careful what you say !!!
Be ... Careful what you say !!!

Don't talk about ... **** ...
in homophobic ways !!!!!

Don't talk of ... Terrorism ... !!!
unless you seek a vision ...
........ "Where" .........
Your form of Religion ...
is locked ... inside a prison ... !!!

Don't talk in ways
that state a case
for ... Shutting Down ...

" Guantanamo Bay !!! "

" I say I say ! "

"Yes, you say what !!!!?!!!!"

" Can I use my brain ? "

"Ofcourse you may
Just use it in,
A ... Certain Way !!!"

" A ... Certain Way ?
I'll go insane !!! "

"Well either way
you'll end up caged !!!"

" What, just for thoughts
I put to  page
excuse me saying,
but are you deranged !?! "

" Don't I have a voice
to express joy !?! "

"Of course you do
but we're watching you !!!"

" What, like Big Brother !!! "

"A little like that
but we call it undercover"

" Like Mr. Macintrye ? "

"Don't you ever get tired !!!"

" Well excuse me sir
I just don't concur
with the thought
that my brain
should just refrain
from talking of things
that bring me pain !!!!! "

"Sir, your form of complaint
now requires restraint
and if you don't, STOP,
you'll be detained !!!!!"

Now ......
I've just watched ...
Yes .... " I Robot " ...
and am ... A little disturbed ...
by ... Modern Plots ... !!!

Now actors are seen
on stage ... as machines
I ... Never Ever ....
would of ... dreamed ... ?!?

But ... that's the way ...
Things are ... these days ...

Robots ...
Now taking ...
Roles in ... Plays ... !!?!!

It ... worries me ...
that ... we may see ...
A ... Whole New Breed ...
on our .... TV's .... ?!?

X Factor ... Robots ... !!!!!!

PLEASE ... Surely Not ... !!!!!

IN FACT ... that's wrong ...
THAT TV Show's .....

Already On ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's just ... A Joke ...
I'm sorry folks ...
Had to get that in ...
In Truth ... i'd really ...

" LOVE TO WIN !!!!!! "

Did I just say that ... !! ? !!
Man ... I Need a ... SLAP ... !!!!!!!!!!!

" Be careful what you say ... !!!
Okay ... Okay ... !!!!!! "

I ... " NEED " ... to write ...
....... " Nice Poetry " ........
before I meet ...
The ... " Censorship " ... Police ...

Those ... who claim
I should ... REFRAIN ...
from being a ... PAIN ... !!!!!

and should talk about

........ " LOVE " ........

and ... " Sunny Days !!! " ...


...... " WHAT " ......
World are ... THEY IN ... !! ? !! ? !!

They're ... NOT ... in the one
of my ... " Black Skin " ...

Problems ... I face ...
Don't  ... Lie Within ... !!!

Can't I talk about ... Sins ...
of ... New ... Racists ... ? ...

"Virgil son,
you must resist
you know your place
so just, accept it !!!"

What do you mean ?
I see .... I see ....
Hidden Away ... from ITV ...
and ... CLEARLY ... Yes ...
...... " The BBC " .......

" Indeed " ... " Indeed " ...
That's the place ... for me ...

A place where ... I ...
write poetry ...
and do not feed ...
" Deluded " ... Dreams ... ???

" They'll " ... have an end
to suit ... their means ...

But .... Will it protect ...
"Freedom" .... of speech ... ?

...... or ......

Fill a slot ...
Just ... because .........

I do hope not ... !!!!!

Is poetry dead ... ?

Is freedom locked ... ?

Is the answer in ...
My head of ... Knots ... ???

I'll do my thing ...
until i'm stopped ...

NOT ... by Those ...
who ... sit and plot ...

But .... Father Time ....
and ... all our Gods ....
who feed me ... words ...
to .... " Sit and Jot " ....

I hope ... that they ...
with ... " NO DELAY " ... !!!!!

Decide that .... " We " ....
have right of .... way ....
to say ... The Things ...
We ... WANT ... to say ... !!!!!

Those who choose ...
to ... " Entertain " ...

and those like me ...
of a ... " Different Strain " ... !!!!!!

Just like ... Blood ...
runs through ... My Veins

"So Do" ... My Thoughts ...
inside ... my brain ...

To ... Relinquish ... that ...
would ... Drive Me Mad ... !!!

Isn't that ... " Essential " ... !!!
to being ..... " Human " ... ?!?

Sharing views  
with ... Woman and Man ...

I'm trying my best ...
to ... " Over-Stand " ...

Why we'd want to ...
change that ... plan ... ???

It's hard these days
to live in ... " Peace " ... !!!

But ... it'll be much worse ... !!!!!
with ... NO ... Expression ...
or use ... for ... Words ...

These plans ... disturb ...
and seem ... " Absurd " ...
and may just ... Hurt ...

This place called ......

..... " Earth " ......

We need to express ...
to ... Ease our ... " Stress " ...

and to ......

" Communicate " ... MORE ...

NOT ... do this less ... !!!!!!!!!!!

That's just my view ...
But ... What about ... YOU ... ???

But remember ...

" These Days " ...

"Be Careful What You Say" ... !!!!!
Simply, a poem that relates to our ... " Apparent " ... "Freedom of Speech"
Tay Jun 2016
Don't fall in love with a girl who reads.
The girl who feels everything, who dreams, who writes..

Fall in love with the girl you find in a bar. Find her in the squall of smoke and sweat of an upscale nightclub. Make sure she doesn't mix her coffee with bourbon. Love the one shooting tequila straight from a cheap, half-empty bottle. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure it lingers a little too long. Use pickup lines and entertain her with meaningless slurs from a long day and mistakes you know are about to be made. Take her outside and kiss her in the rain because you saw it in a film. Comment on its silliness.

Pull her into a tolerable relationship. Let the months pass by without remark. Then let years pass by unnoticed. Talk about nothing of significance and retreat into it when the air grows stale and the evenings become long. Fight about how the shower curtain needs to be kept closed. Propose a little later because you realize you'd have wasted so much time otherwise. Take her to a restaurant that wreaks of marinara sauce and sheepishly ask the waiter to bring a bottle of expensive champagne. Offer up a modest ring and don't become too concerned if you feel nothing of sincerity or commitment. But fake it, ******* it.

Do these things. Because a life lived in purgatory is better than one lived in ****. She will make it ****. I'm begging you, stay away from the one who reads. Who laughs or cries when she makes love. Who can neatly fold her spirit and spin it into prose and poetry. If she loves poetry, run away. Don't dare to look back. She is to be left alone. Dangerous little smiles should make you shake. Do not smile back.

Do not fall in love with a girl who thinks. Who is made up of magic and knows herself. Do not love the one who knows how to disappear inside of a book or a poem or a painting. If she spends any more than a few seconds looking into the eyes of a sinner, get out of there.

Don't fall in love with the girl who is interested in politics, who feels disease in injustices. Don't love the one who is intense, who is lucid and charismatic. Stay away from the one who has any sense of ambition, of rebellion, or even the smallest hint of wonder in her eyes. Be cautious of the ones who can't live without music. If she can draw, quit, and quit fast.

A girl who reads is one who knows herself; who is sure. She is educated and she is fire inside a bottle of rye. The girl who reads is one who is comfortable with goodbyes. Think about it: she's read millions of novels and each one ends. Most end with the death of her favorite character. They make her think. And she flies through the pages like they are wet wine on collarbones. And she is okay with each and every ending. Sure, she might cry, but she'll wipe her face and pick up another book. Just to do it all over again. Remember this if she ever says her favorite book is you.

She is a romantic and how can you match up to the princes and heroes in her books? She knows nothing else. You can't love her the way those characters could if they were to take shape. She holds a vocabulary that lays claim to her ability to distinguish between the specious and the soulless. She holds rhetoric hands that turn black streaks into the books she loves so deeply. She deserves a man who can hold her hand the way she holds her books. Someone who can write her notes and hide them in her lunch box. Can you write in cursive the way she can?

Please, don't fall in love with a girl who reads. Because a girl like that, you never come back from.
Lot Nov 2017
Silly girl, words can’t end wars.
I have always been a silly girl.
I like to laugh, smile,
and entertain those around me.
I put people at ease,
just with the fluidity of my words.
Though, If angered or hurt,
my words are quick to sharpen.
They are my friends,
there to defend me until the end.
They are my suit of armour,
prepared for any battle that may come my way.
Yet, no suit of armour can always save the day.
Phil Riles Jan 2018
Hormones raging...for what I'm told not to engage in, even if we're engaged, if it's not official than its still revealed as...fornication. There's a disturbing underestimation of the result given for this particular sinful demonstration, society has taught us that we test the car before we drive it, but the 1st issue with this analogy told is that we're comparing human sin to...driving a vehicle? But if we're going to entertain analogies on this subject , then, well, how about these: do we begin eating Thanksgiving dinner before were done saying grace? Do they hand out diplomas and degrees for classes you haven't passed yet? do they give Super Bowl trophies to  teams expected to win? So how do we justify receiving the prize of an unmet process? We’ve allowed marriage to become an afterthought or not even a passing idea our better judgment caught because man had rather receive a temporary pleasure that sin conceives birthed in disobedience, deceptive grip around your conscience until your choked by the demands of a lustful flesh that wants to be fed in continual expedience. Or...Maybe, I’m fighting this, fighting not to be twistedly envious and curious of a world unknown to me. Maybe I’m fighting...the temptation and frustration of being a single man patiently searching for that good thing and the favor my Father blesses along with her. Maybe I’m fighting...not to nosedive into the traps laid for human souls lured in by lack, of self-control. It troubles me in just how simple...he explains his ability to desecrate his own creator’s temple. It’s not all his fault, because it was up to her to give him the key to this priceless location better known as her body.
Anyone Jul 2018
The scars on your arms
Form the box of my jail cell.
I'm serving a pseudo-voluntary,
Compulsory sentence for someone
Else's ****.

I guess I chose this fate
Despite it being ****** in front of me.
But the illusion of free will
Is a broken façade of
Immaturity.

I suppose I do like you,
But be with you? I don't know.
Your unblamable desire for
Love and affection is something
I can't show.

Because while your world may be Torture, mine isn't heaven either.
With heart flutters,
Stomach aches,
And leaving class for breathers.

The help that I can give,
Is reaching its end.
And whisperings
Tell me to leave,
From nefarious, bitter friends.

Yet when I entertain departure,
The only things that I'm left with are

My thoughts in the shower,
My tears joining the water,
And I remember looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out where I am.
From an ex's perspective on me.
Kevin Hayes Dec 2018
Waiting Waiting

slowly fading.

From everything that used to make me.

I'd come around but then you'd hate me.

Not in the mood to entertain thee.

Neglected pain, but now I face it.

Trapped in my mind, stuck in the basement.

Hoping that I'll better with renovation.

Took out the doubt, and put some faith in.
Negra Jul 2017
I just want to spend time with you.
He says okay.
And comes at night when I'm asleep
That's time right?
But I'm not there
I'm in another world of dreams.

I just want to be present with you
But he can't afford that
He got bills to pay,
Words to write,
Friends to entertain.

He says I love you.
Ya I know.
But
Love makes time.

It turns that 24 into a 25.
It says
"Hey you wana hang during my lunch break"

Babe come over,
Help me create.

Wedge me into your time.
I don't want to be the one asking
All the time.

It hurts.
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