"exhile" poems - Hello Poetry

when in the wilderness, then the portal seems so long and wide no matter how heavy the distance is, let go of your deepest sigh ... at the signal of the time, the wounded mind will exhile in the heart and heal any sore! because for every success is worth the celebration! no matter how big or small even when the lines are not rhyming anymore! do not be afraid, do not be discouraged, do not let your words slip, express how you feel by looking up or kneeling. and when you hold your pen and its loose ink ... kindly convey your thoughts to a lifetime place that can grow around different corners! someday, howsoever ... selfishness can correct the colorless mixture of fire and water covered by heaven and Earth and made thru the collision of Love and hatred until a massive light fades, and obscures the limit of fading views

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

*the succesor*

when in the wilderness, then the portal seems so long and wide no matter how heavy the distance is, let go of your deepest sigh ... at the signal of the time, the wounded mind will exhile in the heart and heal any sore! because for every success is worth the celebration! no matter how big or small even when the lines are not rhyming anymore! do not be afraid, do not be discouraged, do not let your words slip, express how you feel by looking up or kneeling. and when you hold your pen and its loose ink ... kindly convey your thoughts to a lifetime place that can grow around different corners! someday, howsoever ... selfishness can correct the colorless mixture of fire and water covered by heaven and Earth and made thru the collision of Love and hatred until a massive light fades, and obscures the limit of fading views

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Long after my injust exhile from this site I began a time of deep thinking. And after many cervasas and long nights with ***** women I thought. Where is my life going besides to the free clinic every other day to cure the ******* of fire. It was then I remembred a wise amigo a man amoungst many men not because he was strange they just happend to all gather togather in that spot. Unlike a bathhouse once I only went to a few times to have some male bonding time and to enjoy a nice backrub. But enough with my college years. My once mighty amigo told me. ******** dont ever let them hold you back for the evil forces are many yet you cant **** crazy well maybe with a gun but that would take many bullets amigo. It was then i knew I must return to the land of Hello. To bring joy to many and annoy young teenage writers who think vampires can walk around in daylight and werewolves run in large packs with other amigos in Alaska. How I wish i lived there as well. It had been far to long since this gravyard of like button zombies had taken off there pants turned off the lights and had a hot oil **** At least I hope that was oil. It had been a cold summer south of the boarder but that doesnt mean there wasnt fire down below. Much like with older women. So I packed the pinto and like a really fast minded person moving at a well much slower gear I was off. For where there is a need there is well a place people probaly want something to suit that need. So spank my spandex wearing *** and call me MR Pickles. Cause The ******** has returned amigos. Ole!!!

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC

el-bastardo

A Cold Summer In Hell/Ole Amigos

Long after my injust exhile from this site I began a time of deep thinking. And after many cervasas and long nights with ***** women I thought. Where is my life going besides to the free clinic every other day to cure the ******* of fire. It was then I remembred a wise amigo a man amoungst many men not because he was strange they just happend to all gather togather in that spot. Unlike a bathhouse once I only went to a few times to have some male bonding time and to enjoy a nice backrub. But enough with my college years. My once mighty amigo told me. ******** dont ever let them hold you back for the evil forces are many yet you cant **** crazy well maybe with a gun but that would take many bullets amigo. It was then i knew I must return to the land of Hello. To bring joy to many and annoy young teenage writers who think vampires can walk around in daylight and werewolves run in large packs with other amigos in Alaska. How I wish i lived there as well. It had been far to long since this gravyard of like button zombies had taken off there pants turned off the lights and had a hot oil **** At least I hope that was oil. It had been a cold summer south of the boarder but that doesnt mean there wasnt fire down below. Much like with older women. So I packed the pinto and like a really fast minded person moving at a well much slower gear I was off. For where there is a need there is well a place people probaly want something to suit that need. So spank my spandex wearing *** and call me MR Pickles. Cause The ******** has returned amigos. Ole!!!

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I can change my mood at the drop of a hat One extreme to another; I'm the epitome of that Selfishly I'll draw u in because I need ur touch I'll push u away just as fast coz I care too much Emotionally I'm wounded and don't know how to heal I think things I shouldn't think and feel things I shouldn't feel I take solace in silence rather than speak I don't want to be vunerable I hate that I'm weak I analyze our conversations, I break down every word You could be singing praises but it wasn't what I heard I always tend to listen to the voice I shouldnt hear The haunting words of rejection, abandonment and fear My triggers change daily, im so hard to predict Happy one minute, the next moment; conflict Pain,rejection, exhile and shame I know I'm at fault but its you that I blame I blame you for not knowing exactly what to say I judge you for not doing the things I want done in a very particular way Logically I get it, I understand the way I act I don't how to fix myself, it's just a skill I lack With all of my quirks and personality flaws I feel it's for the best that I'm behind closed doors Safer on my own so there's no pain's involved Alone isn't ideal, but how else will my issues be solved I can be me when I'm away from the crowd I can just be myself cause I say I'm allowed Where's this happy person that other people see? It's time for me to let him out, time to be set free

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC

ben-bryant

B.P.D

I can change my mood at the drop of a hat One extreme to another; I'm the epitome of that Selfishly I'll draw u in because I need ur touch I'll push u away just as fast coz I care too much Emotionally I'm wounded and don't know how to heal I think things I shouldn't think and feel things I shouldn't feel I take solace in silence rather than speak I don't want to be vunerable I hate that I'm weak I analyze our conversations, I break down every word You could be singing praises but it wasn't what I heard I always tend to listen to the voice I shouldnt hear The haunting words of rejection, abandonment and fear My triggers change daily, im so hard to predict Happy one minute, the next moment; conflict Pain,rejection, exhile and shame I know I'm at fault but its you that I blame I blame you for not knowing exactly what to say I judge you for not doing the things I want done in a very particular way Logically I get it, I understand the way I act I don't how to fix myself, it's just a skill I lack With all of my quirks and personality flaws I feel it's for the best that I'm behind closed doors Safer on my own so there's no pain's involved Alone isn't ideal, but how else will my issues be solved I can be me when I'm away from the crowd I can just be myself cause I say I'm allowed Where's this happy person that other people see? It's time for me to let him out, time to be set free

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Momma said I was strange growing up. She said I ran before I could even crawl She said I'd run, drawing on walls in the halls She said it was a bit odd. Then again she said she raised me alone Single parent, emphasis on the single So obviously I was going to be odd. I guess that stuck with me Because I learned love before hatred I learned to love before I questioned trust So deep down in my core, way in the crust There must be something wrong with me. I wonder on things of my past Wondering had it lasted Where would my life be blasted. The shadows of the past casted And I always long to hide back In the shade. I guess I'm conflicted Between finding the shade And finding the light Unsure which one I've been depraved Or whether there was one I had craved Maybe in the light is where I belong But what if it's a hot day ... I guess the past Is a flag flown at half mast, And the shadow is illuminated Into complete exhile. ... Maybe the light will reveal What I never knew about myself. Or maybe I'm a creature of the shadows ...

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC

dissipate

I'm Odd

Momma said I was strange growing up. She said I ran before I could even crawl She said I'd run, drawing on walls in the halls She said it was a bit odd. Then again she said she raised me alone Single parent, emphasis on the single So obviously I was going to be odd. I guess that stuck with me Because I learned love before hatred I learned to love before I questioned trust So deep down in my core, way in the crust There must be something wrong with me. I wonder on things of my past Wondering had it lasted Where would my life be blasted. The shadows of the past casted And I always long to hide back In the shade. I guess I'm conflicted Between finding the shade And finding the light Unsure which one I've been depraved Or whether there was one I had craved Maybe in the light is where I belong But what if it's a hot day ... I guess the past Is a flag flown at half mast, And the shadow is illuminated Into complete exhile. ... Maybe the light will reveal What I never knew about myself. Or maybe I'm a creature of the shadows ...

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There are many different walks of life some are twisted, some are nice and some are just plain cruel. A Baker with a wheat intolerance An actor without a part A farmer who’s afraid of sheep A banker with a heart A politician who cannot lie A Doctor with a cold A clumsy loud mouthed loose lipped spy An origami exhile – out of the fold A discharged army general turned red faced personal trainer Or the local park bush lurker who’s found his nitch as a social worker The violent ******* criminal released from behind bars now spends his weekdays putting tickets on parked cars But the worst walk of all, the most hopeless and empty is to sit ideal at home and watch daytime tele.

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Jun 10, 2017

Jun 10, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC

TapHead

WALKS OF LIFE

There are many different walks of life some are twisted, some are nice and some are just plain cruel. A Baker with a wheat intolerance An actor without a part A farmer who’s afraid of sheep A banker with a heart A politician who cannot lie A Doctor with a cold A clumsy loud mouthed loose lipped spy An origami exhile – out of the fold A discharged army general turned red faced personal trainer Or the local park bush lurker who’s found his nitch as a social worker The violent ******* criminal released from behind bars now spends his weekdays putting tickets on parked cars But the worst walk of all, the most hopeless and empty is to sit ideal at home and watch daytime tele.

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