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"fairwell" poems
Is it a maske? A front or illusion? Is it fake? Maybe a little? Was I wrong? A trick all along? Im not sure. Because i was blind. But its not there now. And i can see again. So even though it lingers still. Goodbye maske. Soo long and fairwell.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
~Maske?~
In the jungle lived three lions Their father had just died they were sitting trying to decied who should take the crown The three lions were wise But only one will have the royal life The eldest said : My brothers with great grief i bid our father's fairwell But its time for me to be king Im the older and the most powerfull between you two This kingdom cant survive if i dont rule The younger lion replied : my brother its true that your strong and old But i am the smartest between you both Leave the crown for me and i shall take care of your needs The third lion said : All you too have said is true But i am the most beautifull lion between you too All the animals in this jungle respect me And i was the favorite for daddy's No other lion is more courageous than me So i think i should be king The three lions couldnt agree They started to fight violentley The older lion ended up winning the fight He looked down onto his brothers dead on the ground He couldnt believe what he had done What would his father think of him now? He surely didnt deserve to be a king Feeling miserable he walked away cursing his greed He would leave forever and never come back leaving his father's land A kingdom without a king... Words Of Harfouchism
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
The Three Lions
From a dark sky to a sun lit ray sun your the reason why i smile today. clouds come and go but your the one i love the most. keep me warm on winter days where you peek through the clouds to make sure im ok. at the end of each day i say fairwell you give a smile with colors that swell bright then turn back dark to a sunless night.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Morning Sun
In the event I drink liquids fit for automobiles and devour the taught warm light of a match, I hope you know that I won't say sorry for all the hardships I put you through. I won't say sorry for the way I stormed through doors and plowed through hearts. I won't say sorry for the way I told you yes when I really meant no. I won't say sorry for the time I cried over spilled milk and shrieked over stained sheets. I won't say sorry for leaving you without even so much as a formal goodbye, other than this one which was scrawled on the back of an unused napkin in the middle of a crowded Starbucks down in the city, this being the first time I've been in either place. I won't say sorry. Not to you, not to anyone. As for now, I bid thee fairwell, from one poetry lover to another. I won't say sorry. For I've already managed to blurt it out seven times.
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
I Won't Say Sorry...
Waiting with Spanish guitars.  Why do I sit here? You stamp on me so, and still I wait. Am I a fool? Perhaps. It wasn't much to ask, was it?  For you to come to me? Spanish guitars, would have made it so romantic, but it wasn't to be. Fairwell my princess, as I make my way, to our Roman Bridge.
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 9:13 AM UTC
Waiting With Spanish Guitars
I saw an old man walking by the side of the lake , he turned and whispered somethings not right ? I walk among the creatures of night , with the moon as my shelter the stars as my light I do not walk this earth anymore somethings not right , I am a ghost of many a year gone bye , stalked by women and children that cry , stuck in a cell were no light is seen , and the god I worship cast me down like a feind , I lived a life full of Ill repute , shellfish untold before now , there was no applause to my life no fairwell crowd , a lonley man stood at my grave , Lamentations and verse about this fallen brave , but I am not , nor never I find a bit of bravery a bit peice of mind , life is cruel rotten unjust to carry on is the question of must ? For who I am you lips should say this old man who's lost his day ? am no stranger for I am you , telling the tale of what life has for you . Change you'r ways or never youl find that bit of bravery that bit peice of mind .
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Untitled.
have you ever had someone in your life who shouldn't be? all they do is cause you pain and endless heartache but you can't seem to say fairwell. the time and energy spent on someone who doesn't care you exists could be used to build up your nonexistent self esteem. what does that say about your personality? caring about someone who doesn't give a **** is it inspired and kind or just utterly stupid?
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
sorry
The Ear Ringing Silence Cuffs My Wrists A Black Rose Slices My Forearms A Hand Clasps My Neck Pulling Me Closer Vertebrae Start Breaking Along My Fragile Spine And My Breaths Are Slowly Fracturing And My Human Life Flashes Before My Eyes Nenookaasi Sits Besides Me In The Timber Looking Away So She Didnt Have To Look At My Shifting Body And As I Complete My Metamorphosis My Brindle Eyes Stare Into The Sun's Amber Orb And I Look At Nenookaasi Her Dark Hair Covering Her Complection Before She Notices I Flee Deeper Into The Trees She Watched Me Leave And I Stopped And Motioned Her A Fairwell As I Ran To Find My Clan
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 8:49 PM UTC
A Dream Of Nenookaasi
By: Cedric McClester Don’t know what to say Other than fairwell Death has finally claimed Another venerable hotel Where everyone from Sid Vicious to Dee Dee Ramone At one time or another stayed And called it their home Requiem for the Chelsea May she rest in peace Now that all activity inside her Has finally ceased Closed for renovations See we’ve heard that before The death knell has been tolled She ain’t coming back no more Nevermore to open In its present incarnation Cos now the Chelsea’s history Despite the acclamations What the future holds Is anybody’s guess But if I’m forced to take one I’d say condos at best The Chelsea was a grand hotel Back there in the day Name me one musician Who didn’t book a stay The Chelsea was iconic What else can I say Except that it’s ironic That it went down that way Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
DEATH OF THE CHELSEA HOTEL
A boy aged young With a soul of many Walked down Dreadful Lane Bravery a plenty He walk with merry Where others became insane No doubt in his heart He saw a large house Walking down Dreadful Lane With large spider legs And no regard for life This had made others insane The boy just smiled Waved his hand in hello And continued down Dreadful Lane It was a busy street With creatures and teachers All who were completely insane Angry snakes slithered slowly Cockroaches of infinite holdings Scurrying down Dreadful Lane Eyes with no home the fires of souls The dead madly insane The bats covering the birds The grass perfectly parallel to the rain Flying down Dreadful Lane A carnivor seven And the body of nine Where making six insane The blood on the trees The teeth in the curb Riddled through Dreadful Lane Screws screaming from the pain Masks laughing from pleasure And the boy was still not insane Still with a smile He waved fairwell As he turned off Dreadful Lane But on the next street He was surprised to meet The girl who would make him insane.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
Dreadful Lane
A crowded hallway, Patiently waiting to see if you'll magically appear. Searching for empty words to say, Once again, I feel myself falling hopelessly. That smile, have mercy.. That smile, Those eyes.. Making the stars envious of the radiant glow they gave off. Now, my mind is racing, wondering if you'll ever come back, It's been 34 days since the last time I can remember seeing your face. My heart feels like it's jumped out of my chest, My eyes have began to fill with water. My knees have become so weak, My breath has become shallow.. I see you right in front of me, And to this day, I can't remember if that was our final fairwell.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Heart, Eyes, Knees, Breath.
In the begining I was blind But now I see too clearly The nonsense is over And now I am growing Fairwell to what was Hello to fresh start I'm building myself up And letting the old fall apart I quite frankly could care less Of what they have got to say now Because now I'm getting mines And jealousy can **** Not me but you So step it up ladies and you'll be fresh too
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
Hello Success...
All the déjà-vus Cut copy paste repeat Packing time every time in a time of endings Always passing by, bypassing Senseless Useless My will is thirsty and no fountain is to be reached Will you see me off, darling? For me, pretend a minding fairwell, pack me a smile for me to take in my journey
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Will you see me off, darling?
Oh my heart just skipped a beat, and in that fraction of time Without prowless, without thought, without anything relevant, i stopped with it And I played with it In a funny kind of way i felt for it And I made it my friend for life When i became complacent and comfortable I left this place, for better or for worse It read my mind And told a tale of roving fields and rising waves Blue skies and ribbons flying With white tangled flags, and boastful conceit I stared at it with both eyes I bid fairwell to that moment in time With recluse and torment I played with it, and i made it my friend for life That moment in time, when my heart skipped a beat.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
A Fraction of Time
whispered from a far fairwell, gentle knight quedar en silencio que le traera si a ella no desea pianga, pianga le fleuve ne s'arrête pas the willow set fire on itself three feathers blown via via va via shattered mirror eres ella the spell of the tower trois plumes il suo cuore a willow drowning dans le tourbillon whispered from a far fairwell, gentle knight it was but the waves haleter de papillons delusion whispered from a far fairwell, gentle knight she is nowhere erronée ma credente endless road to a dock in a bay
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Gapped rondeau*
Floating upon a city at sea Mesmerized by the light in her eyes As land gave way to ocean, mountains of rock and earth surrendering to hills of turbulent waves, we stood on the deck hand in hand We spoke softly danced rhythmically and shared the night together Once far out into the blue the sun departed from our gaze and the stars one by one began peeping out of the night sky We laid down upon the deck holding each other tight. We sang softly danced rhythmically and drank deeply from the cup of happiness. Our hearts aligned our dreams still far out if only we knew what was coming if only we could have seen through the shrouded mist of time. How tightly would I have held you then, holding you close to me thanking God almighty for that moment hoping it would last a lifetime. But the moment was soon shattered Our hearts so newly intertwined broken apart Thrown suddenly apart from each other fate had other plans for us We were cast far away isolated in darkness; alone. Heavy of heart and weary of soul my inner most being cried out for her. She is worlds apart from me now her smile her laugh the blue in her eyes I must say goodbye. Like a weight in my chest that night clings to me latching on whenever I am weak. Oh to be with her once more floating upon rivers of joy. Yet shes gone from me and I from her. forever separated by fates cruel trick At the end of all things I stand alone I must let her go But I will never forget her memory. The sensation of that night the magic in the air the waves lapping gently against the boat the stars twinkling far above the lights from the sliver of land left far behind the smell of her perfume the warmth of her smile the joy in my bones the wonder that I felt Farewell to that girl that wonderful girl, Farewell to that night that wonderful night. Forever  will I cherish you.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Fairwell
Floating upon a city at sea Mesmerized by the light in her eyes As land gave way to ocean, mountains of rock and earth surrendering to hills of turbulent waves, we stood on the deck hand in hand We spoke softly danced rhythmically and shared the night together Once far out into the blue the sun departed from our gaze and the stars one by one began peeping out of the night sky We laid down upon the deck holding each other tight. We sang softly danced rhythmically and drank deeply from the cup of happiness. Our hearts aligned our dreams still far out if only we knew what was coming if only we could have seen through the shrouded mist of time. How tightly would I have held you then, holding you close to me thanking God almighty for that moment hoping it would last a lifetime. But the moment was soon shattered Our hearts so newly intertwined broken apart Thrown suddenly apart from each other fate had other plans for us We were cast far away isolated in darkness; alone. Heavy of heart and weary of soul my inner most being cried out for her. She is worlds apart from me now her smile her laugh the blue in her eyes I must say goodbye. Like a weight in my chest that night clings to me latching on whenever I am weak. Oh to be with her once more floating upon rivers of joy. Yet shes gone from me and I from her. forever separated by fates cruel trick At the end of all things I stand alone I must let her go But I will never forget her memory. The sensation of that night the magic in the air the waves lapping gently against the boat the stars twinkling far above the lights from the sliver of land left far behind the smell of her perfume the warmth of her smile the joy in my bones the wonder that I felt Farewell to that girl that wonderful girl, Farewell to that night that wonderful night. Forever  will I cherish you.
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Handmaiden knitting alone in a cottage of regrets spinning her final garment of pain sized to fit only one Its design is intricate spanning years of broken promises lies, deceit, jealousies pattern... cyclic the story of her life a constant journey to places she had already been But she'll hem that garment today she'll ***** herself and bleed one last time and as she bids fairwell she does with no regrets not bereft but finally happy relieved...
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Fairwell
From the sky you fell To this humble And earthly hell To the water You began to swim Like a naiads daughter From my lips The worlds fall Unbidden like a kiss Like gentle rain You turn into a storm And bring much pain I watch you roll Across the sky Taking toll On earth and heaven But as you thunder You miss the chevon You hunger and thirst But you lack love Which is worst An angry hand Raised to the high places You no longer command You fell to my home And you cry But you are not alone Though you know You will never return You must go Fairwell demon friend When you find home A postcard send
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Postcard
far, tree branches skim the light satin of the moon - unspoken fairwell
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Silent night
same clothes and the same smell, same room and the same hair gel– good handwriting and the fairwell– every now and then I just feel compelled to lay in ash and let the heart churn. to lay in ash and let the scars burn. to lay in ash in hopes I’ll discern what the past is yelling with a reverb same clothes and the same smell, dead heart lives in a young cell and the water’s dried in a new well, could I be the pool that’ll consume hell? just a drop, just a drop a drip of time for a broken clock a moment merry with a single petal until life’s hands come to cut your knot but a word, whether auditory or a written letter whisper to me or pick up your feather rehash to me a time of us together or just give detail of the local weather same clothes and the same smell, too familiar but I can’t tell how the notes played don’t produce spells is it wordplay? Is it truth– truth is, truth is hidden by a hoodie– silhouette, water–dirt, very muddy with confusion, has me seeing blurry; tears of hope sting, supper’s full of hurting and the similarity is too concerning… same clothes and the same smell, but the voice, no, no the voice fails and the face lies, quite the fox tail this is not right, this is not real – a wolf in white wool tells me I’m his friend the teeth in his jaw are bathed in fresh blood we’re friends from the past and though I thought he was dead he defeated his troubles like he said that he would (–did he?) because of slow sense and the charm of his wit I’m the meal and the victim, defeated in good same clothes and the same smell but its. not. You.
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Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 5:31 PM UTC
my deceiver
same clothes and the same smell, same room and the same hair gel– good handwriting and the fairwell– every now and then I just feel compelled to lay in ash and let the heart churn. to lay in ash and let the scars burn. to lay in ash in hopes I’ll discern what the past is yelling with a reverb same clothes and the same smell, dead heart lives in a young cell and the water’s dried in a new well, could I be the pool that’ll consume hell? just a drop, just a drop a drip of time for a broken clock a moment merry with a single petal until life’s hands come to cut your knot but a word, whether auditory or a written letter whisper to me or pick up your feather rehash to me a time of us together or just give detail of the local weather same clothes and the same smell, too familiar but I can’t tell how the notes played don’t produce spells is it wordplay? Is it truth– truth is, truth is hidden by a hoodie– silhouette, water–dirt, very muddy with confusion, has me seeing blurry; tears of hope sting, supper’s full of hurting and the similarity is too concerning… same clothes and the same smell, but the voice, no, no the voice fails and the face lies, quite the fox tail this is not right, this is not real – a wolf in white wool tells me I’m his friend the teeth in his jaw are bathed in fresh blood we’re friends from the past and though I thought he was dead he defeated his troubles like he said that he would (–did he?) because of slow sense and the charm of his wit I’m the meal and the victim, defeated in good same clothes and the same smell but its. not. You.
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My heart broke, when i saw him within the injustice he suffered, what they said to him. they beat him down, and caused him great pain, they hurt him so much, that he didn't get up again, he just layed there as they beat him down. he didn't move, nor make a sound, they broke his soul, they poisoned his heart, they hurt him so much, that he fell apart. little by little he tore at the seams, little by little they killed his dream. the pain was too great for him to bare. so much so that his warm heart felt to ice, becomes a cold stare. he bid fairwell to the world, as he blew it a kiss, before he fell into his depression, His Black Abyss.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
His Black Abyss
A curious confection Of mystery and death Of hated perfection And reasonable breath Of nightmarish lines and finds Of aching bones And too many land mines A horridous groan Of every reasonable thought That is slipped from your grasp A life that ought to be wrought And ends with short gasp Taking care to not ruffle the feathers Of the divine Or trouble the lives of your betters Oh world would you ever be mine It's hard to define whatever I could say That are constructed with truths and lies If only I could live 'till may But oh how my time flies A sweet sorrowful fairwell To my past to ever last And to the future pray tell I hope I go fast
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
The sweetest is the Bitterest
you are my hope in sight like christ is my daily hope In many ways i look up to you i wonder how many times i disappoint your appetite then each morning you return to have more Attimes i feel my inspiration to you much as i know it breaks your heart to hear facts all the time yes i will always blend to give a diversity of digestion but cant change my personality of factual rapture how i like those smiles in line of appreciation other times you go silent with hopes of failed faith see how we get along well, can i preach to you that you are great And your inspiration too has inspired me to inspire you fairwell those i go no where i stand tall to type my minc out till you erupt into good progress you are amazing and so are you hands they keep scrolling for my awareness and your eyes to read history in news i thank your mind never tiring to analyse and bake you adhere now i head back to where you always find me my reading writing friends my partners in love of mining words to meaning
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
The reading Eyes
We say we're okay That's what we just say So don't believe me when I say Those 4 letters because I'm lieing I'm not fine I probably don't eat I cry every night It's probably not my fault I'm sure you won't mind it when I'm gone, But you'll know it's not right When I'm not there for you to torture I'll miss this life Time will go ... On... And on... So fairwell my friends I'm sorry for this but I'm already gone
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Don't believe me