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Love trusts, lust twists Love rains, lust drains Love reaches, lust catches Love couples, lust combines Love retains, lust detains Love relies, lust relays Love cares, lust caresses Love binds, lust blinds Love floats, lust flees Love belongs, lust longs Love ascends, lust descends Love fames, lust defames Love creates, lust recreates Love commands, lust demands Love chooses, lust chases Love boosts,  lust boasts Love at heart Lust in mind Love in lust is good Lust in love is better    Love likes privacy Lust looks for piracy Love opens lust Lust closes love Love is slow, lust is fast Love is steady and stable Lust is mobile and fragile Love is reliable, lust is liable Love is long, lust is short    Love is homogeneous Lust is heterogeneous Love is defensive Lust is offensive    Love is precious Lust is pernicious Love is supportive Lust is supplementary    Love is refined Lust is defined Love betters life Lust batters it.    Love has character Lust has conduct Love wins over Lust weans out    Love combines Lust divides Love is cool Lust is crazy Love is peaceful Lust is pleasant    Love is wholesome Lust is piecemeal Lust comes first Love becomes best Love is progressive Lust is aggressive Lust laminates Love illuminates Love is slow n steady Lust is hasty n nasty Love is dense, lust is tense Lust is conditioned, Love is air-conditioned    Lust is lovely to begin with Love is lustrous to end up Love heals, lust wounds Love owns, lust disowns    Love is onus, lust is onerous Love is basic, lust is allowance Love conforms, lust confuses Love binds, lust blinds Be aware of love Beware of lust That comes like wolf in sheep’s clothing Let the fair blend of love and lust rule  the roost
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Bhupathi
Dynamics of love
Love trusts, lust twists Love rains, lust drains Love reaches, lust catches Love couples, lust combines Love retains, lust detains Love relies, lust relays Love cares, lust caresses Love binds, lust blinds Love floats, lust flees Love belongs, lust longs Love ascends, lust descends Love fames, lust defames Love creates, lust recreates Love commands, lust demands Love chooses, lust chases Love boosts,  lust boasts Love at heart Lust in mind Love in lust is good Lust in love is better    Love likes privacy Lust looks for piracy Love opens lust Lust closes love Love is slow, lust is fast Love is steady and stable Lust is mobile and fragile Love is reliable, lust is liable Love is long, lust is short    Love is homogeneous Lust is heterogeneous Love is defensive Lust is offensive    Love is precious Lust is pernicious Love is supportive Lust is supplementary    Love is refined Lust is defined Love betters life Lust batters it.    Love has character Lust has conduct Love wins over Lust weans out    Love combines Lust divides Love is cool Lust is crazy Love is peaceful Lust is pleasant    Love is wholesome Lust is piecemeal Lust comes first Love becomes best Love is progressive Lust is aggressive Lust laminates Love illuminates Love is slow n steady Lust is hasty n nasty Love is dense, lust is tense Lust is conditioned, Love is air-conditioned    Lust is lovely to begin with Love is lustrous to end up Love heals, lust wounds Love owns, lust disowns    Love is onus, lust is onerous Love is basic, lust is allowance Love conforms, lust confuses Love binds, lust blinds Be aware of love Beware of lust That comes like wolf in sheep’s clothing Let the fair blend of love and lust rule  the roost
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Love trusts, lust twists Love reins, lust rains Love reaches, lust catches Love couples, lust combines Love retains, lust detains Love relies, lust relays Love cares, lust caresses Love binds, lust blinds Love floats, lust flees Love belongs, lust longs Love ascends, lust descends Love fames, lust defames Love creates, lust recreates Love commands, lust demands Love chooses, lust chases Love boosts, lust boasts Be aware of love Beware of lust That comes like wolf in sheep’s clothing
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Bhupathi
Love vs. Lust
Love trusts, lust twists Love reins, lust rains Love reaches, lust catches Love couples, lust combines Love retains, lust detains Love relies, lust relays Love cares, lust caresses Love binds, lust blinds Love floats, lust flees Love belongs, lust longs Love ascends, lust descends Love fames, lust defames Love creates, lust recreates Love commands, lust demands Love chooses, lust chases Love boosts, lust boasts Be aware of love Beware of lust That comes like wolf in sheep’s clothing
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Spring at her height on a morn at prime, Sails that laugh from a flying squall, Pomp of harmony, rapture of rhyme-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. Winter sunsets and leaves that fall, An empty flagon, a folded page, A tumble-down wheel, a tattered ball-- These are a type of the world of Age. Bells that clash in a gaudy chime, Swords that clatter in onsets tall, The words that ring and the fames that climb-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. Hymnals old in a dusty stall, A bald, blind bird in a crazy cage, The scene of a faded festival-- These are a type of the world of Age. Hours that strut as the heirs of time, Deeds whose rumour's a clarion-call, Songs where the singers their souls sublime-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. A staff that rests in a nook of wall, A reeling battle, a rusted gage, The chant of a nearing funeral-- These are a type of the world of Age. Envoy Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. A smouldering hearth and a silent stage-- These are a type of the world of Age.
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William Ernest Henley
Ballade (Double Refrain) Of Youth And Age
Spring at her height on a morn at prime, Sails that laugh from a flying squall, Pomp of harmony, rapture of rhyme-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. Winter sunsets and leaves that fall, An empty flagon, a folded page, A tumble-down wheel, a tattered ball-- These are a type of the world of Age. Bells that clash in a gaudy chime, Swords that clatter in onsets tall, The words that ring and the fames that climb-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. Hymnals old in a dusty stall, A bald, blind bird in a crazy cage, The scene of a faded festival-- These are a type of the world of Age. Hours that strut as the heirs of time, Deeds whose rumour's a clarion-call, Songs where the singers their souls sublime-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. A staff that rests in a nook of wall, A reeling battle, a rusted gage, The chant of a nearing funeral-- These are a type of the world of Age. Envoy Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl-- Youth is the sign of them, one and all. A smouldering hearth and a silent stage-- These are a type of the world of Age.
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Dear last meaningful kiss, It's hard to start this, because long ago I was in such a bliss, I dont know what to write, but this cigarette in my sight, is counting down the end of our night The guitar is playing its final thoughts and I reflect on the what to do and not's, as I start to write the script again. People stare at me as I write this aloud, for I want everyone to know, I am not proud, that this even exists, but it does. Your face is what haunts me the most. When I stare at the coast, fantasies of memories arise, but vanish as I feel the falseness of lies, creep upon me, like a villain in a play, but these thoughts I must put away. They won't get me anywhere. Except a lonely stare, into peoples hearts that I seem to try and confide, but in this rule book I'm writing I must abide, and leave your side. I dont think you get what this hurts like, to ride a bike, into nothingness of blank words, that I reflect upon in past writing. But back to the script I keep fighting, there is no shading or lighting, just another poem that I follow. Dear the love that was never true, I wonder if your writing too, or if you even know you, cause you like to dance around this heartbreak, like an old soul tries to avoid youth, just for the sake, sake of wondering what to do next. As I write this script on my invisible paper, I have to remember too add the hooded caper, that's nestled in the shadows, that I frankly never see, and add reluctantly. I will look back and think that part wasnt necessary, but my heart and eyes are wary, of knowing when to put down my pen. This will be a sad thing to write, because night, is sadly ending, with the stars starting to fade, I must abide, with the fears that reside, that I must tap onto this screen, and make sure in this last hurrah, you dont seem mean. Dear the one who use to be the spark in my nod, I hear many applaud, but I wont let myself smile, for this love story shouldn't have ended, or maybe it hasnt just yet, and just has bended. Mind is amended, the wrong doings of past fames, I can remember the actors I write, but not their names. As I put my script into print, and watch the masses on their screen, "I must say I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene." From the heartbroken kid, with love.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
the-masked-sleepyz
The Heartbreak Letters.
Dear last meaningful kiss, It's hard to start this, because long ago I was in such a bliss, I dont know what to write, but this cigarette in my sight, is counting down the end of our night The guitar is playing its final thoughts and I reflect on the what to do and not's, as I start to write the script again. People stare at me as I write this aloud, for I want everyone to know, I am not proud, that this even exists, but it does. Your face is what haunts me the most. When I stare at the coast, fantasies of memories arise, but vanish as I feel the falseness of lies, creep upon me, like a villain in a play, but these thoughts I must put away. They won't get me anywhere. Except a lonely stare, into peoples hearts that I seem to try and confide, but in this rule book I'm writing I must abide, and leave your side. I dont think you get what this hurts like, to ride a bike, into nothingness of blank words, that I reflect upon in past writing. But back to the script I keep fighting, there is no shading or lighting, just another poem that I follow. Dear the love that was never true, I wonder if your writing too, or if you even know you, cause you like to dance around this heartbreak, like an old soul tries to avoid youth, just for the sake, sake of wondering what to do next. As I write this script on my invisible paper, I have to remember too add the hooded caper, that's nestled in the shadows, that I frankly never see, and add reluctantly. I will look back and think that part wasnt necessary, but my heart and eyes are wary, of knowing when to put down my pen. This will be a sad thing to write, because night, is sadly ending, with the stars starting to fade, I must abide, with the fears that reside, that I must tap onto this screen, and make sure in this last hurrah, you dont seem mean. Dear the one who use to be the spark in my nod, I hear many applaud, but I wont let myself smile, for this love story shouldn't have ended, or maybe it hasnt just yet, and just has bended. Mind is amended, the wrong doings of past fames, I can remember the actors I write, but not their names. As I put my script into print, and watch the masses on their screen, "I must say I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene." From the heartbroken kid, with love.
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Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, Or ****** with his silent ****** feet.
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Oscar Wilde
Libertatis Sacra Fames
Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, Or ****** with his silent ****** feet.
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349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”— Bliss’ early shape Deforming—Dwindling—Gulfing up— Time’s possibility.
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Emily Dickinson
I had the Glory—that will do
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”— Bliss’ early shape Deforming—Dwindling—Gulfing up— Time’s possibility.
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The lands are painted red with my brothers, Thirsty are the blades that slaughter names, Dead warriors linger among their graves searching, Victim to the violence that is without merit or fames, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The grassy moor talks of peace and neutrality, But within the shadows, bows to the wolves maw, You cannot blame the weak for stepping down, Horses sleep in the light of the moon warriors paws, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The land of golden leaves is filled with thieves, They crawl amongst the waste and beneath our feet, Drunk on their sorrows, happiness is robbed from their souls, A queen and friend of wolves, leads them like sheep, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The men from a future long past, look to the east, Contemplating their lust for more that glitters in the dark, Rebels within their own, mute the howling wolves, They are blind to the bleeding infectious mark, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… Deathly cold air, warms and breeds powerful men, Bears unwilling to let demons devour their inheritance, Armed with their swords and traditions, they make war with wolves, They fight as true sons and daughters of sufferance, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The vicious wolves are mere puppets of a greater evil, They toil and tarnish traditions held for centuries, But they are simply dogs, scared to displease their master, For their failure would only seek to bring more miseries, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars..
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
karliah
Civil Wolves
The lands are painted red with my brothers, Thirsty are the blades that slaughter names, Dead warriors linger among their graves searching, Victim to the violence that is without merit or fames, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The grassy moor talks of peace and neutrality, But within the shadows, bows to the wolves maw, You cannot blame the weak for stepping down, Horses sleep in the light of the moon warriors paws, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The land of golden leaves is filled with thieves, They crawl amongst the waste and beneath our feet, Drunk on their sorrows, happiness is robbed from their souls, A queen and friend of wolves, leads them like sheep, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The men from a future long past, look to the east, Contemplating their lust for more that glitters in the dark, Rebels within their own, mute the howling wolves, They are blind to the bleeding infectious mark, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… Deathly cold air, warms and breeds powerful men, Bears unwilling to let demons devour their inheritance, Armed with their swords and traditions, they make war with wolves, They fight as true sons and daughters of sufferance, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The vicious wolves are mere puppets of a greater evil, They toil and tarnish traditions held for centuries, But they are simply dogs, scared to displease their master, For their failure would only seek to bring more miseries, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars..
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The sun has risen, The aims are set. The road is known, The bag is packed. Standing in the doorway, I am stopped in my shoes, Around me, something swoons. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. Today, I know where and how to get it, still My mind is playing games. The night has draped the sky, I stand on the terrace, up so high. My breathing is quick, The wind is washing my face, Self-loathing has left no trace. I hold the trophy right now, I have achieved my aims somehow. I should celebrate and I am, but I know it is not the beer, then why My mind is playing games. I am surrounded with loving people, I have nothing to worry about. Situations aren’t so bad either. A normal day I am living, No big decisions to make. Simple chores I am doing, Why life seems no easy cake? I know the life I want to live, I know it is no easy **** still My mind is playing games. It is not that I cannot do it. It is not that I don’t have enough passion. It is not that I am refraining from doing my bit. It is not that my thoughts are not in fashion. A breath of the freshest air, A shower of the coolest water, A hand of the loveliest heart, A peaceful moment of the most peaceful. This is all I need, where my mind is paying all heed. This is how it will stop the games, and I will rise to the aimed fames.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
jahanvigoyal
My Mind Is Playing Games
The sun has risen, The aims are set. The road is known, The bag is packed. Standing in the doorway, I am stopped in my shoes, Around me, something swoons. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. Today, I know where and how to get it, still My mind is playing games. The night has draped the sky, I stand on the terrace, up so high. My breathing is quick, The wind is washing my face, Self-loathing has left no trace. I hold the trophy right now, I have achieved my aims somehow. I should celebrate and I am, but I know it is not the beer, then why My mind is playing games. I am surrounded with loving people, I have nothing to worry about. Situations aren’t so bad either. A normal day I am living, No big decisions to make. Simple chores I am doing, Why life seems no easy cake? I know the life I want to live, I know it is no easy **** still My mind is playing games. It is not that I cannot do it. It is not that I don’t have enough passion. It is not that I am refraining from doing my bit. It is not that my thoughts are not in fashion. A breath of the freshest air, A shower of the coolest water, A hand of the loveliest heart, A peaceful moment of the most peaceful. This is all I need, where my mind is paying all heed. This is how it will stop the games, and I will rise to the aimed fames.
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Satietatem potare dulci nectare tua desiderium ego Ad nos transeat, usque mane Nostra corpora convol Corpora nostra lusibus Sol ortus, Sitis commoratur Amorem vivere devora tua suavita Vitae caelestis Nostra ad et aut angelus diaboli Quod viget, vitae singulis nobis, Retorta peccatorum gaudium de salute nos Corpora *** carnis luxuriam Tenebrae concupiscentiis saginatus Dolorem voluptatem servus Impium impium fames Sanctus diversitas peccatorum Ita et nos, in manus nostras et amore peccatorum nos Nos ad unum corpus est cor Translation Latin to English I drink my fill of sweet nectar of your desire To pass to us until morning Our bodies roll Our bodies dance The sun rises, thirst lingers Love, live, eat your sweetness heavenly life Our call to the devil or an angel That is active, the life of each of us, Twisted sins, the joy of our salvation Bodies with carnal lust Dark desires fed Pain and pleasure slave wicked, wicked hunger Holy diversity of sins Even so we, in our hands, and the love of our sins We are one body and heart ~Wes Noneya My Latin isn't the best but I gave it a go. I like both versions.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
wes-noneya
Retorta peccatorum (Twisted sins)
Satietatem potare dulci nectare tua desiderium ego Ad nos transeat, usque mane Nostra corpora convol Corpora nostra lusibus Sol ortus, Sitis commoratur Amorem vivere devora tua suavita Vitae caelestis Nostra ad et aut angelus diaboli Quod viget, vitae singulis nobis, Retorta peccatorum gaudium de salute nos Corpora *** carnis luxuriam Tenebrae concupiscentiis saginatus Dolorem voluptatem servus Impium impium fames Sanctus diversitas peccatorum Ita et nos, in manus nostras et amore peccatorum nos Nos ad unum corpus est cor Translation Latin to English I drink my fill of sweet nectar of your desire To pass to us until morning Our bodies roll Our bodies dance The sun rises, thirst lingers Love, live, eat your sweetness heavenly life Our call to the devil or an angel That is active, the life of each of us, Twisted sins, the joy of our salvation Bodies with carnal lust Dark desires fed Pain and pleasure slave wicked, wicked hunger Holy diversity of sins Even so we, in our hands, and the love of our sins We are one body and heart ~Wes Noneya My Latin isn't the best but I gave it a go. I like both versions.
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I'm caged And these four walls Are strangling me. I've choked On your pathetic Neglegance. Some friends. My throat has been cut By the blade Of your arms. A **** I tumble like a rag doll; Four walls pushing and pulling. Find me an escape. Become my escape. Cut their chains And save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Another nosebleed. Another lifeless weekend. Go to your parties, Go to your fames. I'll sit and petrify again.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
madsline
Sil vous pláit.
I'm caged And these four walls Are strangling me. I've choked On your pathetic Neglegance. Some friends. My throat has been cut By the blade Of your arms. A **** I tumble like a rag doll; Four walls pushing and pulling. Find me an escape. Become my escape. Cut their chains And save me. Save me. Save me. Save me. Another nosebleed. Another lifeless weekend. Go to your parties, Go to your fames. I'll sit and petrify again.
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A long night mystery surrounds me Still I can hear whispers following me When the sun sets and dark clouds covers I go insane Watching me Wanting me I can't bear what’s happening now Haunting me Killing me I want to run out of this feeling Unseen smoke surrounds me all night Unheard voices and cries runs in my head All night an image keep walking on and turns into fames Watching me Wanting me I can't bear what’s happening now Chasing me Conquering me I want to run out of this feeling now I'm going insane Something is making me feel this pain Someone soon please pull me out I'm going mad Dark world welcomes me with glad Someone soon please help me out.
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
luna-azura
Haunted
A long night mystery surrounds me Still I can hear whispers following me When the sun sets and dark clouds covers I go insane Watching me Wanting me I can't bear what’s happening now Haunting me Killing me I want to run out of this feeling Unseen smoke surrounds me all night Unheard voices and cries runs in my head All night an image keep walking on and turns into fames Watching me Wanting me I can't bear what’s happening now Chasing me Conquering me I want to run out of this feeling now I'm going insane Something is making me feel this pain Someone soon please pull me out I'm going mad Dark world welcomes me with glad Someone soon please help me out.
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General time To live the life, electric In a count of fames, a name of trying That will begin the heed, of reach, exact Secrets, only a demon could see... The tooth and the envoy of truth That collected a shrewdness, in all anarchy? The scope we adjust to a new light we Rueth Spare demonstration, for decency to quiet And hold for a sulking hour, houses of repute Come to the fashion of seasons before twilight Time is am's honored party, sat to describe its sordid worth? But hate is such, a future foolhardiness...? When we are, the culture of simplicity... In the name of conscience lead, to a very different guest My name is whole and clear, of what a soul was, intimacy Clamor of a self-sufficient eye Many more than out, to seek the world of else Wealth in the spy of virtue, that can suspect a total, for a lie That we have come to know, like the basis of what seems to be, hell's... Night comes for a tired eye to complain: Here in saving hindsight, I have learned with the coping hours of others And their burden, sense set before me, in sate or plane The voice of love, with eyes to follow and hide, ruin from the peace savored, together?
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
david-hilburn
Playing Tag With Religion... (Collecting Sasses)
General time To live the life, electric In a count of fames, a name of trying That will begin the heed, of reach, exact Secrets, only a demon could see... The tooth and the envoy of truth That collected a shrewdness, in all anarchy? The scope we adjust to a new light we Rueth Spare demonstration, for decency to quiet And hold for a sulking hour, houses of repute Come to the fashion of seasons before twilight Time is am's honored party, sat to describe its sordid worth? But hate is such, a future foolhardiness...? When we are, the culture of simplicity... In the name of conscience lead, to a very different guest My name is whole and clear, of what a soul was, intimacy Clamor of a self-sufficient eye Many more than out, to seek the world of else Wealth in the spy of virtue, that can suspect a total, for a lie That we have come to know, like the basis of what seems to be, hell's... Night comes for a tired eye to complain: Here in saving hindsight, I have learned with the coping hours of others And their burden, sense set before me, in sate or plane The voice of love, with eyes to follow and hide, ruin from the peace savored, together?
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nature abundance do we care? nature destruction who we blame? man VS nature finger pointing all talks but no action. natural disaster victims are tendered, sheltered VVIPs and Victims posed for front page covers!! Instant visits by Mr President Overnight fames for mothers and fathers children running naked in the spotlights… Blessings in disguise… ***** and smelly kids being hugged and kissed ohh its really cool to be Victims Big cars, helicopters, VVIPs in the limelight all of a sudden all smiles, sitting and listening sharing concern over massive destruction donating a dollar or two... empty promises...rape of innocence fake is all fake when MR. President is gone... He’ll start counting the days for general election What a big impression he made Over a massive destruction And Thank you innocent victims If he wins... five years later perhaps you'd meet him again? He cares only for votes Not the dust of disaster choking our throats A few dollars here a few dollars there Can cleans and purify stench ridden air Is that shattered body a girls or a boys No need to worry it could be a toy By Sharina Saad
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
sharina-saad
Nature Abundance: A Massacre
nature abundance do we care? nature destruction who we blame? man VS nature finger pointing all talks but no action. natural disaster victims are tendered, sheltered VVIPs and Victims posed for front page covers!! Instant visits by Mr President Overnight fames for mothers and fathers children running naked in the spotlights… Blessings in disguise… ***** and smelly kids being hugged and kissed ohh its really cool to be Victims Big cars, helicopters, VVIPs in the limelight all of a sudden all smiles, sitting and listening sharing concern over massive destruction donating a dollar or two... empty promises...rape of innocence fake is all fake when MR. President is gone... He’ll start counting the days for general election What a big impression he made Over a massive destruction And Thank you innocent victims If he wins... five years later perhaps you'd meet him again? He cares only for votes Not the dust of disaster choking our throats A few dollars here a few dollars there Can cleans and purify stench ridden air Is that shattered body a girls or a boys No need to worry it could be a toy By Sharina Saad
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A true  poet dost not seeketh a faming reputation, Taketh Kurt Cobain for a modern example..... A soulful artist, Who never wanted fame Nor fortune Nor eyes to even seeith him.... Though when making it to fames grand stage.... It was the death of him!!!! As the true poets Keepeth their masterpiece works To themselves!!!! Not seeking wordly fame As tis so many do today!!!
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Faming reputation!!!
A true  poet dost not seeketh a faming reputation, Taketh Kurt Cobain for a modern example..... A soulful artist, Who never wanted fame Nor fortune Nor eyes to even seeith him.... Though when making it to fames grand stage.... It was the death of him!!!! As the true poets Keepeth their masterpiece works To themselves!!!! Not seeking wordly fame As tis so many do today!!!
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The Phoenix My brain is the best brain, And your brain is **** Why, with my faith in humanity gone Why do I lust for the comfort of others? Why do I lust for things? Me needs company, Me needs to hear your voice Me loves you!, do you loves me? Me needs a Job and Money, Me needs a car to drive Me needs my video game, Me needs my cigarettes Me needs a God to search for and never find, Me needs an enemy to fight Me needs my young women, Me needs to *** Me needs my drugs and sleeping pills, Me needs my Doctor right now! Me needs my psychiatrist, Me needs a happy brain. With all of our intelligence, why with all of our love and soul Are we putty in the hands of a man with a microphone, a nice big trusted man And god forbid he is on TV. Me loves the TV! TV tells me who I am Nothing makes one better than being seen by a lot of people Fame for fames sake, forget yourself and fall in love Be a happy little soldier. Me be a happy little soldier, Me do what I'm told Me be a republican, Me be a democrat Me says the pledge of allegiance, Me says grace Me salutes the flag, Me dies in wars Me rapes the women, Me kills the children Me drops the bomb, Me kills by fire Me watches reality TV, Me listens to pop music Me keeps my brain busy, Me be a good American! Why can I not find a person who knows what the **** they are talking about? Is it because I'm in Kentucky, Is it because they all be rednecking and hilljacking Is the world really like this? The world gets better the farther it is from me Separated from happiness only by distance, a conquerable foe- If not already bound in chains by me job and me family and me debt Or am I lying to myself Why can I not live in my brain and you live in yours Build up a fence and let the grass grow wild Disconnect the telephone lines and hoard food and water **** in an outhouse and wait for the apocalypse Sometimes - I wish The World would burn And from The Ashes The Dust would rise Without The Memories of anything At all.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
adrian-asher
The Phoenix
The Phoenix My brain is the best brain, And your brain is **** Why, with my faith in humanity gone Why do I lust for the comfort of others? Why do I lust for things? Me needs company, Me needs to hear your voice Me loves you!, do you loves me? Me needs a Job and Money, Me needs a car to drive Me needs my video game, Me needs my cigarettes Me needs a God to search for and never find, Me needs an enemy to fight Me needs my young women, Me needs to *** Me needs my drugs and sleeping pills, Me needs my Doctor right now! Me needs my psychiatrist, Me needs a happy brain. With all of our intelligence, why with all of our love and soul Are we putty in the hands of a man with a microphone, a nice big trusted man And god forbid he is on TV. Me loves the TV! TV tells me who I am Nothing makes one better than being seen by a lot of people Fame for fames sake, forget yourself and fall in love Be a happy little soldier. Me be a happy little soldier, Me do what I'm told Me be a republican, Me be a democrat Me says the pledge of allegiance, Me says grace Me salutes the flag, Me dies in wars Me rapes the women, Me kills the children Me drops the bomb, Me kills by fire Me watches reality TV, Me listens to pop music Me keeps my brain busy, Me be a good American! Why can I not find a person who knows what the **** they are talking about? Is it because I'm in Kentucky, Is it because they all be rednecking and hilljacking Is the world really like this? The world gets better the farther it is from me Separated from happiness only by distance, a conquerable foe- If not already bound in chains by me job and me family and me debt Or am I lying to myself Why can I not live in my brain and you live in yours Build up a fence and let the grass grow wild Disconnect the telephone lines and hoard food and water **** in an outhouse and wait for the apocalypse Sometimes - I wish The World would burn And from The Ashes The Dust would rise Without The Memories of anything At all.
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the fames of dysentery and the funeral it takes you don't want to know it when it knows you your skin can bleed with boils you'll scream when it takes you alive, will you know if it's time to fight or die? The most important thing in this life is to know where to put your feet and when not to move them, one day you'll wish for your bathroom mirror. Inside the dell and simplicity,
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
martin-narrod
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the fames of dysentery and the funeral it takes you don't want to know it when it knows you your skin can bleed with boils you'll scream when it takes you alive, will you know if it's time to fight or die? The most important thing in this life is to know where to put your feet and when not to move them, one day you'll wish for your bathroom mirror. Inside the dell and simplicity,
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Surveying their realm. Secret disdain for their domain of rule looking down expecting us fools. Shackled to rules, guided by fools who use us like tools. Treat us like work mules, Bulls for entertainment These acts are shaming, we walk tamely for fames sake. Hoping to be remembered in books, so we surrender our right to fight against the blight of flawed systems that hold us tight. This keep us up at night, gnawing thought that never stops. So, we take shots and forget we the push back the ever fret- ing of our minds. Trying to find solace in our mind that the binds we wear are worth it. History is told by the victors swayed by the bandaged blisters of long repented sores. Abandoned the brotherhoods that formed, upon the shores of less peaceful times, when our place in community was assured. We steward bards and they divide us into shards to fight in petty wars added pawns to the value of their might. And at the end when we shut our eyes and embrace the night the world is left to fools, who fight and compare might and make us the debt of their plight.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Creetos
Politician
Surveying their realm. Secret disdain for their domain of rule looking down expecting us fools. Shackled to rules, guided by fools who use us like tools. Treat us like work mules, Bulls for entertainment These acts are shaming, we walk tamely for fames sake. Hoping to be remembered in books, so we surrender our right to fight against the blight of flawed systems that hold us tight. This keep us up at night, gnawing thought that never stops. So, we take shots and forget we the push back the ever fret- ing of our minds. Trying to find solace in our mind that the binds we wear are worth it. History is told by the victors swayed by the bandaged blisters of long repented sores. Abandoned the brotherhoods that formed, upon the shores of less peaceful times, when our place in community was assured. We steward bards and they divide us into shards to fight in petty wars added pawns to the value of their might. And at the end when we shut our eyes and embrace the night the world is left to fools, who fight and compare might and make us the debt of their plight.
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Fame is rich in compliments That are cut paper thin Covering cracks that lie within Golden is the light that surrounds you Blinding you to realities glow Of the gold that doesn’t show Pieces of you are taken by strangers As they tag onto your tail Borrowing light from your comet trail Loneliness is your bubble In a room full of people smiling As they bow down and call you king Did you envision this at the start When life was simple and full Before you felt the lure of fames pull So as the light fades into dim Can you find who you used to be? Be happy without the celebrity?
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
ukrose
Celebrity
Fame is rich in compliments That are cut paper thin Covering cracks that lie within Golden is the light that surrounds you Blinding you to realities glow Of the gold that doesn’t show Pieces of you are taken by strangers As they tag onto your tail Borrowing light from your comet trail Loneliness is your bubble In a room full of people smiling As they bow down and call you king Did you envision this at the start When life was simple and full Before you felt the lure of fames pull So as the light fades into dim Can you find who you used to be? Be happy without the celebrity?
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When she walks Something happens It's in the air How she moves it Or it around her Maybe it's her aura But colors seem brighter And if she walks across the grass It's not just greener It leans toward her Like they confuse her The sun shines less brighter It's shine more just a shimmer Child-like, innocent It's a game she plays Where she says something But she knows different Not sure if it's cute But if there's a laugh, She'll second Much of life is fames Who knows who What is slimmer Not for her Just simple I love her Innocence Her beauty and simmer (I wish she wouldn't) Locks of black **** akimper Gemini, two all looking at one A May's chyld, through Skipping for sake Lost on purpose Perfectly happy Grass too long Here I know better All beneath the lake Her beauty's her mask Not quite acting But not true Diverting attention Skirting the questions Not wanting to answer Every answer askew Not the question But an answer for you, man Only to find, men don't care Now when one does She's forgotten the test Lost, too many not to care She cringes behind Soft, big brown eyes I love yous and kisses And hugs that hide Maybe she knows That this is real Her heart is safe No retreat Always Real
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
httphellopoetryacid-love
Picture of a Goddess
When she walks Something happens It's in the air How she moves it Or it around her Maybe it's her aura But colors seem brighter And if she walks across the grass It's not just greener It leans toward her Like they confuse her The sun shines less brighter It's shine more just a shimmer Child-like, innocent It's a game she plays Where she says something But she knows different Not sure if it's cute But if there's a laugh, She'll second Much of life is fames Who knows who What is slimmer Not for her Just simple I love her Innocence Her beauty and simmer (I wish she wouldn't) Locks of black **** akimper Gemini, two all looking at one A May's chyld, through Skipping for sake Lost on purpose Perfectly happy Grass too long Here I know better All beneath the lake Her beauty's her mask Not quite acting But not true Diverting attention Skirting the questions Not wanting to answer Every answer askew Not the question But an answer for you, man Only to find, men don't care Now when one does She's forgotten the test Lost, too many not to care She cringes behind Soft, big brown eyes I love yous and kisses And hugs that hide Maybe she knows That this is real Her heart is safe No retreat Always Real
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My memory is full Of your hugs and kisses You can call me a fool Idiot and even hisses I am in the ocean of love Ready to sink Save your love And have a rethink When you cry I always feel sad Trust me,I don't lie And I become bad People call me names But I don't mind It only increased my fames Because I am loveblind In the darkness You are my light You created brightness And saved me from my plight If we marry We will have wonderful kids Do not worry I will provide your needs You are all I want in life You are my truelover I was threatened with a knife By your ex-lover I love you And I am not afraid All I desire is you I can even be your maid I wish you could be mine Your love intoxicate me Like fresh palmwine Please marry me Your kisses gave me reasons to live All night and day And please do not leave You showed me my way
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
kolawole-zainab
LOVER BOY
My memory is full Of your hugs and kisses You can call me a fool Idiot and even hisses I am in the ocean of love Ready to sink Save your love And have a rethink When you cry I always feel sad Trust me,I don't lie And I become bad People call me names But I don't mind It only increased my fames Because I am loveblind In the darkness You are my light You created brightness And saved me from my plight If we marry We will have wonderful kids Do not worry I will provide your needs You are all I want in life You are my truelover I was threatened with a knife By your ex-lover I love you And I am not afraid All I desire is you I can even be your maid I wish you could be mine Your love intoxicate me Like fresh palmwine Please marry me Your kisses gave me reasons to live All night and day And please do not leave You showed me my way
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Before the slice of moon, a far strike knives As a teased Lucifer, charged to appear Stabbing the bend by thunder taunting near; And pointed burn a cycle full survives. Choked in the smoke breathe the sacrificed lives Dread to the sliver glowing God eyed sphere That seems to ****** a flash to now and here To part the air by beam inverting fives. Numberless one of God tempting renown Slashes to times the cut to next that fames First division defied- then kingdom come In a bladed bolt that's called to shock down For the eye, as a black sworn father aims The dagger stroke at his lamb, bound and mum.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
J1j1
Fear and Trembling
Before the slice of moon, a far strike knives As a teased Lucifer, charged to appear Stabbing the bend by thunder taunting near; And pointed burn a cycle full survives. Choked in the smoke breathe the sacrificed lives Dread to the sliver glowing God eyed sphere That seems to ****** a flash to now and here To part the air by beam inverting fives. Numberless one of God tempting renown Slashes to times the cut to next that fames First division defied- then kingdom come In a bladed bolt that's called to shock down For the eye, as a black sworn father aims The dagger stroke at his lamb, bound and mum.
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