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My childhood was alluring days, I miss those days in many ways. I was so adorable on those days And delightful like sun rays, When I was a child, My heart was painted with full of colours And filled with beautiful imagination. The whole world was like a pearl to me. It was the most happiest days of past. But I miss those days in many ways. I played with my childhood friends and brothers. I played with different types of toys and flowers. They are like my lovers. My life filled with happiness and joy. Those days was heaven for me. First day my mother left her hand, She went away with a crying face It broke my heart in many ways. It was the first step to my kinder garten. It was a new atmosphere for me. I cried and played with ***** mud And mud caked to my new shoes. I miss all the fun and beauty of my eyes. In my childhood i wished for many things. Now I wish ,I want my funniest childhood days. I realise they were the big things to me. All are going through many stages in life. The day I found my little tricycle in the backyard. My mind run backward fastly. Like a super car and all my memories shuffled, Until I reach the memories of evergreen childhood. Childhood is the best or world to all. Everyone want to be a child atleast one day. I want back my lamp, To remove the darkness of world. Music is inside in everyone's heart, But It won't show out in some case. Like childhood memories are inside us, But still it keep fade in our heart. Never stop playing, screeming, laughing, It will carry your childhood with you. We never and ever become older, We all have an endless breathing and stages. It can't take back and go back. Look the world with child eye. It seems more beautiful than anything. Reminiscence of childhood were the dreams That stayed with you after you woke. Childhood is being carefully held like a glass. My anguish wishes to be a youngster, I want my souvenir back and Blow it Up into a bubble and live inside it forever. ?
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
Childhood days
My childhood was alluring days, I miss those days in many ways. I was so adorable on those days And delightful like sun rays, When I was a child, My heart was painted with full of colours And filled with beautiful imagination. The whole world was like a pearl to me. It was the most happiest days of past. But I miss those days in many ways. I played with my childhood friends and brothers. I played with different types of toys and flowers. They are like my lovers. My life filled with happiness and joy. Those days was heaven for me. First day my mother left her hand, She went away with a crying face It broke my heart in many ways. It was the first step to my kinder garten. It was a new atmosphere for me. I cried and played with ***** mud And mud caked to my new shoes. I miss all the fun and beauty of my eyes. In my childhood i wished for many things. Now I wish ,I want my funniest childhood days. I realise they were the big things to me. All are going through many stages in life. The day I found my little tricycle in the backyard. My mind run backward fastly. Like a super car and all my memories shuffled, Until I reach the memories of evergreen childhood. Childhood is the best or world to all. Everyone want to be a child atleast one day. I want back my lamp, To remove the darkness of world. Music is inside in everyone's heart, But It won't show out in some case. Like childhood memories are inside us, But still it keep fade in our heart. Never stop playing, screeming, laughing, It will carry your childhood with you. We never and ever become older, We all have an endless breathing and stages. It can't take back and go back. Look the world with child eye. It seems more beautiful than anything. Reminiscence of childhood were the dreams That stayed with you after you woke. Childhood is being carefully held like a glass. My anguish wishes to be a youngster, I want my souvenir back and Blow it Up into a bubble and live inside it forever. ?
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I saw a glimpse of her the other night In a split second and she vanished Into the thin air Her movement was swift.. Just like the wind... And she was gone... I neither saw nor heard about her again Not after long when ... A little bue bird started to sing Juliet’s Secret love affair was revealed... hot stories!! Crude people clapped their hands, Rumours was fastly circulated , Juliet was exposed as Romeo’s lover, Secret meetings, messages exchanged, Between the two forbidden lovers.. Talk of the town, disgraced to her family... Devastated she couldn’t reach Romeo... A pang of disbelief... a slap on her own face Her hero escaped , deserted her.. He has betrayed her , called her unfaithful instead... Juliet a sinner... people shouting in the streets... Juliet’s heart sank... hopleless she was... Where is Romeo .. the hero of her heart? She fell to the ground... a sharp knife in her hand Should I die for love she asked?
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Juliet's Tragedy
why do I fall so fastly? haven't I learned I would save myself a whole lot of hurt by slowing down? hopeless romantic I am but gosh **** this shouldn't be as bad as it is. tired of the single life, terrified of the dating life: I just want to feel wanted.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
slow down.
My big headed people said ity, i trusted, 'hiriz' has never dissapointed themy, my hatred for non conformity, enormous, i surely hated the conformity truly, i almost lost it for 'hiriz' sakey, **** it, ill never have wanted to lose this beauty, i had it  weirdly thinking ablazey, loozing?, no, i hadnt  and  you n they didnt realize fastly, loosing soo fast  about  lowly sinking sinly,curse all day i ,ever had thee meeting to lyfy, wit all the  a vitue TRUELY INVESTMENT *** no lievly, forget me darl; once and  for ever dony one more what you  waznyt quetly, cool openly, man must lively sweetly that a day woud spoily truely, madly mey, sooooooo losty i had made a choisy, refusing my being theiyyyyy, lucky  me doing, buty,  i love thater that am no longy your timey was wanting by virtuey,  truey. luck **** spyty this shiety oul endy began truely sure truelly, fukciey, its thats badyy, me lost it shortlley man must livevy or diiey, truely, gotta  ity, man look for bread i wannaity withought even hiriz it all worked welly, herey,  i am.  fu**** like ity dead
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
man must livey
*the phone turns yellowy orange, low power mode, have fallen below the 10% threshold, we both drowsy, yet competitively locked-into separate screen servitude she notices, I don't, she says, "you need a charge" god, she's so correct, our mutualizing power is fastly slow draining this we both know~notice, and neither says nada~nothing we, both poets in our way, acutely aware of the power of metaphor, and she knows that I know, I noticed what just went unspoken* >an untitled poem<
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
Untitled
I just want them too truly To know they are as and more Dearly too when we are all as my 3 here re see Eve'd as I already knew U had come too re a shore the lonely sailor With One One Another Ahoy!!! ~The Promise Be Shore Surely!!!~~ ~Love of my life baby girl V~~Star'Sis!! Come Darling Coming!!! Still and More Shall be!! Mote IT B ! . . Air All Was As Crisp Still Clear Moon o'V very bright fully too Towards the Dead of Line's 'tween be of a day by Tip Tipper of Nite locally See Sea's longitudinally onward thee tracking surely so.. x \/ x \/ x \/ . . X Then the waters did part as quick As Glass Shattered into that house Midwife Be Thy Holy Need Pop Quickly Spotting Pop On Top One Pop on Top too lil' me seeing see E Y E Then just as sudden as the quick The winds did there kick kick blew As Blackly Be But Stars Dimmer Too For This Moon Of Wooing Thee BE I N Too All Mighty's So Whispy of Whispering's Windy's Cloud's Streak Speak's Th'Eye's Sky's Here's Holy's Hearing's Love Is . . O N L Y By Moon So Overly Fleet Flew Fastly Flying All Heavenly Hands Took Competent Handling of All Decks Twas not this no not the one for a mutiny All the Blood Bearing Beings before had overly So much of scutiny too Wards of The Captain Too They felt as his captive's Too A Madness Of Missions *more: Coming ha ha Guess Guess!! Bless Bless!
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
Ur trending babe!!!
*Woe is you not me, woe is the life we live lying to compensate how we really feel, is it something to be proud of - that I have you only to not have you when it's most convenience, touch me fast kiss me quick, hide away, don't say that, cause "He" might hear you, shhh, lets pretend & perpetrate nothing going on, nothings as it seems, I I can't win, we can't loose, hide away this longing yearning un-penetrating bound we share. Hold off don't kiss me just yet cause wallowing in regrets a thing I must do, save face and be untrue be in debt and live as if there isn't anything between us, nothings sacred anymore, we have to give off this illusion that this friendships nothing more. Pretend as you love me never let me feel you though, hold me close but quickly let me go, move in and out of me but don't fall asleep once we finish hurry go to your room, please, fastly hurry, shh don't make a sound. shhh, do you hear that sounds like keys entering a lock, please stop wait ok go slow, slower, I love you too & love you more, do it again deeply this time make me pop, your hairs blowing from the wind in my bed room since I left the window open. Sshh did you hear that wait, ok , don't stop, this is the love we share sadly it's not enough, come with me and please hurry baby hurry I'm exploding, climaxing together feels so good, but wait shhh, don't you dare move, don't speak, hold up, run to your room hurry up, Shhh baby stop shivering Please no more cause... He's coming home.* Always Me Ayeshah ® Copyright 1977 - Present © K.A.C.L.N © All right reserved ®
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
He's Coming Home!
*Woe is you not me, woe is the life we live lying to compensate how we really feel, is it something to be proud of - that I have you only to not have you when it's most convenience, touch me fast kiss me quick, hide away, don't say that, cause "He" might hear you, shhh, lets pretend & perpetrate nothing going on, nothings as it seems, I I can't win, we can't loose, hide away this longing yearning un-penetrating bound we share. Hold off don't kiss me just yet cause wallowing in regrets a thing I must do, save face and be untrue be in debt and live as if there isn't anything between us, nothings sacred anymore, we have to give off this illusion that this friendships nothing more. Pretend as you love me never let me feel you though, hold me close but quickly let me go, move in and out of me but don't fall asleep once we finish hurry go to your room, please, fastly hurry, shh don't make a sound. shhh, do you hear that sounds like keys entering a lock, please stop wait ok go slow, slower, I love you too & love you more, do it again deeply this time make me pop, your hairs blowing from the wind in my bed room since I left the window open. Sshh did you hear that wait, ok , don't stop, this is the love we share sadly it's not enough, come with me and please hurry baby hurry I'm exploding, climaxing together feels so good, but wait shhh, don't you dare move, don't speak, hold up, run to your room hurry up, Shhh baby stop shivering Please no more cause... He's coming home.* Always Me Ayeshah ® Copyright 1977 - Present © K.A.C.L.N © All right reserved ®
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I follow the winding, the way beyond the farthest places between trees knotted menacing with darkened faces under mossy roots that twist and trip with a mischievous cackle over heights and falls that beckon death's clanking shackle and if you fall in, lose your precious breath to tree limbs tangled scratching at vulnerable flesh. A green roof above and green floor below but my eyes look ahead, to where the silver meadows did grow Remorse remembers all that passed before the eye burnt of fire forgotten and ash was strewn across the sky and now only memory does remain of silver meadows and the golden rain. This land is dampened with the morning dew that daren't melt but for the light of moon where mossy things are stowed in sunken places and beautiful wonders lay behind rock faces, I know the way, but do not lightly follow As sunset brings forth demons beyond tomorrow. I wish to find her: the lady silk Her hands weaving threads of fates who twist and separate her threads she brought from those older places past Where nascent fauns with youthful voices fastly gleam and chatter and deftly danced to delights in the silver meadows When all was false and truth was shaded all liars happily in reflections reflected pale faces feinted in humorous deception and all charismatic affectations were familiar expression. singing songs of passing pleasures in strange dialect All was serene was silver mirrors reflecting save the flow of golden liquid cool and still which seeped from sky to hill and then chalice filled. I walk to see the lady who has one eye black and one eye white and carries a silver knife which- in moonlight flashes bright. I will wearily watch for it's flashing tomorrow night, for she doesn't know it, but I was also born of moon's pale light.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
The Lady Silk (Pt. 1)
I follow the winding, the way beyond the farthest places between trees knotted menacing with darkened faces under mossy roots that twist and trip with a mischievous cackle over heights and falls that beckon death's clanking shackle and if you fall in, lose your precious breath to tree limbs tangled scratching at vulnerable flesh. A green roof above and green floor below but my eyes look ahead, to where the silver meadows did grow Remorse remembers all that passed before the eye burnt of fire forgotten and ash was strewn across the sky and now only memory does remain of silver meadows and the golden rain. This land is dampened with the morning dew that daren't melt but for the light of moon where mossy things are stowed in sunken places and beautiful wonders lay behind rock faces, I know the way, but do not lightly follow As sunset brings forth demons beyond tomorrow. I wish to find her: the lady silk Her hands weaving threads of fates who twist and separate her threads she brought from those older places past Where nascent fauns with youthful voices fastly gleam and chatter and deftly danced to delights in the silver meadows When all was false and truth was shaded all liars happily in reflections reflected pale faces feinted in humorous deception and all charismatic affectations were familiar expression. singing songs of passing pleasures in strange dialect All was serene was silver mirrors reflecting save the flow of golden liquid cool and still which seeped from sky to hill and then chalice filled. I walk to see the lady who has one eye black and one eye white and carries a silver knife which- in moonlight flashes bright. I will wearily watch for it's flashing tomorrow night, for she doesn't know it, but I was also born of moon's pale light.
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A party in the jungle heat, he is sober, Like always. *Just one drink... Come on try it...* No. One, please, do it with me No Don't be left out No Just one...? ...no... One. Capitulation First Sip. Fruit juices of the jungle- strawberry sweet with that telling aftertaste no regret. Sip. Gulp. First cup finished He is Tipsy. Secnd cup finshed He is Buzzed. Pride, He has lost his inicense, He is growin' up. The only limit is dere are none... Three cups in and the sweet nektar is gane, One half a Loko next – grawss. The world tips. One half a wutr botle goes very fastly - no flavor at all The world blurs, Cut to couch 3 am He tiiirrrred, He fulll, He is full-on drunk. For the first time in sixteen years, he is a wining-confused-inarticulate baby. Pillow on his face to hide from the lights- not the shame- just the party that needs to be over He wants sleep, but the spins keep him awake. The rumors abound: "He assed out on the couch."- not true. Alcohol fueled lie. Alcohol distorts perception far worse than a few rumors can hope to encompass. Alcohol turns your average teen into a Thrill-seeking Death-defying Lady-killing Frisky-living Idiot.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
First Time
Once upon a time, There was a man named tiger, He had a friend who was always with him, A four legged friend, He goes with tiger wherever he went, He has never left tiger feel alone. One day tiger got a new Friend Who can talk with him, be normally like him, So tiger left his four legged friend and gave more attention to his human friend, Days passed fastly, Tiger didn't understand how his four legged friend felt about, Tiger just saw him a when his friend was not available, One day his friend got a new one, so he went. Tiger was standing alone, Thinking what to do next, But someone was still Waiting for him to look at him, Tiger just looked, The four legged friend ran and jumped over him, Again Started a new love story...                      Karthik balaji . A friend without sixth sense, Still they are the best ones.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
The sixth sense
Feelings rushing like crazy with nowhere to go but to my energy o my manic flow overowered overloaded oh my God rocking back and forth heart pumping fastly thoughts out of control emotions churning vastly overpowered overloaded oh my God Feels like a panic attack hot through my veins through to my chest little mini pains overpowered overloaded oh my God I love you no I don't not to be serious no I won't not allowed not safe at all get out of my life bounce the ball overpowered overloaded oh my God Can't handle it right now my feelings for you this feels so encompassing this feels so new overpowered overloaded oh my God Gotta settle down I do gotta relax and chill insides are wild and scattered better take a pill but I'm our of pills oh what to do gotta go to work soon good, won't see you overpowered overloaded oh my God ding **** the witch is dead running wild through my head Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
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Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 3:37 AM UTC
Mania III
Void No earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I was present then at the disappearance of nothingness I was in the afterthought of the brown the green the blue the light If you listened intently you could hear me fastly approaching following the sight of gray fins magenta feathers tan tails swarthy scales salmon snouts ivory tusks The air felt the dirt rumbling I was coming at the speed of the hooves of a thousand bucks and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced Abba formed a great face a body of perfection I was there I was seed enveloped in water nets of life free styling a red dance that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster to take away the memory to breathe My head was pointed ahead Body wagging Jiggling Shaking Convulsing Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me And during the eons of patience the rise and fall of great nations a period of tribulation as those who preceded me are innumerable there finally came a suited portal And only her sound of agreement to remain committed find nourishment from only his ***** enabled my form Though I was already adorned with equipment to live with to move and with the authority of Abba to speak a sound that changes atmospheric existence She was needed to birth me nurse me nurture me Love me enough to give me back to the One that knew me before Before Before is void It is no earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I am from the sound Let There Be ME.
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
1 SOUND Drive
Void No earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I was present then at the disappearance of nothingness I was in the afterthought of the brown the green the blue the light If you listened intently you could hear me fastly approaching following the sight of gray fins magenta feathers tan tails swarthy scales salmon snouts ivory tusks The air felt the dirt rumbling I was coming at the speed of the hooves of a thousand bucks and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced Abba formed a great face a body of perfection I was there I was seed enveloped in water nets of life free styling a red dance that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster to take away the memory to breathe My head was pointed ahead Body wagging Jiggling Shaking Convulsing Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me And during the eons of patience the rise and fall of great nations a period of tribulation as those who preceded me are innumerable there finally came a suited portal And only her sound of agreement to remain committed find nourishment from only his ***** enabled my form Though I was already adorned with equipment to live with to move and with the authority of Abba to speak a sound that changes atmospheric existence She was needed to birth me nurse me nurture me Love me enough to give me back to the One that knew me before Before Before is void It is no earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I am from the sound Let There Be ME.
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Maybe one day I'll write happy poems people want to read About sunsets, birds, butterflies, and happy little bees But I'm pertty sure that will not happen Because my thoughts are all blacken I'm the charred remains of yesteryear My innocences was very short that's all to clear None of my life I want to relive, not one single day They all were tinged with different shades of gray My hope for a happier life quickly is fleeting My life source is oh so fastly depleting Over half my life I've all ready lived And God still seams to have more agony to give I must have been a really bad person in my past life Because I've done nothing in this one to cause such strife Don't get me wrong happiness I'm still pursuing But with their hot breath on my neck, my demons keep ensuing So I'll leave you with this thought in mind Be very very greatful for YOUR happy times
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
A Happy Poem ( Not Really)
They await for a certain wave to trigger the hammer that'll smash my body into a splat on the ground. It'll be a couple of days before they set me free but I'm afraid you'll come right before that day comes. I'm afraid you will **** me. I grew up with the tales of crying in the rain, screaming "Come back, come back, come back!". I never liked the rain nor do I like screaming and that's why I never liked the idea of you. I always heard tales about floating in blue matter because of you. I never liked the color blue and that's why I never liked you. Those happened when you left and we can't always be right, right? I rather stay inside this box without your shock than to lay on the ground, scattering every bit of my ruins into the blue matter & drenched in rain. The earth under my feet begins to quiver. You're not a radiation, as far as I could remember. But your lips radiate every energy inside this lonely box and I'm afraid the hammer is sensitive to touch. Under the city lights your eyes never shined so bright. It was a beautiful idea to coexist with someone like you. Your eyes are like the dots scattered into the night sky but just like those dots, upclose your eyes are a fiery ball of destruction. Your waves triggered rocks to fall into my fears & crush them. The clock is fastly ticking and the hammer is slowly rising. I'm not quite sure if this is suppose to feel this way. All I know is that I am both dying to make you run away from me and both accepting my fall. I want the future, man do I want to live. But future would mean a box without your touch & you already contaminated me with your poison. I do not want future if you aren't here with me. You've developed a catastrophe in this box and you marked it yours. But what can I do now? After all, love waves cause the most desruction and I can't run away anymore.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
schrödinger's cat
They await for a certain wave to trigger the hammer that'll smash my body into a splat on the ground. It'll be a couple of days before they set me free but I'm afraid you'll come right before that day comes. I'm afraid you will **** me. I grew up with the tales of crying in the rain, screaming "Come back, come back, come back!". I never liked the rain nor do I like screaming and that's why I never liked the idea of you. I always heard tales about floating in blue matter because of you. I never liked the color blue and that's why I never liked you. Those happened when you left and we can't always be right, right? I rather stay inside this box without your shock than to lay on the ground, scattering every bit of my ruins into the blue matter & drenched in rain. The earth under my feet begins to quiver. You're not a radiation, as far as I could remember. But your lips radiate every energy inside this lonely box and I'm afraid the hammer is sensitive to touch. Under the city lights your eyes never shined so bright. It was a beautiful idea to coexist with someone like you. Your eyes are like the dots scattered into the night sky but just like those dots, upclose your eyes are a fiery ball of destruction. Your waves triggered rocks to fall into my fears & crush them. The clock is fastly ticking and the hammer is slowly rising. I'm not quite sure if this is suppose to feel this way. All I know is that I am both dying to make you run away from me and both accepting my fall. I want the future, man do I want to live. But future would mean a box without your touch & you already contaminated me with your poison. I do not want future if you aren't here with me. You've developed a catastrophe in this box and you marked it yours. But what can I do now? After all, love waves cause the most desruction and I can't run away anymore.
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Desperately grabbing on to imaginary safety, hoping that maybe just maybe, they'll save me. This is no virtual reality, but it's hard to see reality when the fast pacing of ghosts and goblins are racing to neglect you as if you weren't ever here, to begin with... This endless stress I'm feeling is a confession of my LACK of pity because I feel like it's fitting for this circular way of ending Spinning in this pattern Fending for myself on an endless pasture Demons and shadows, I call those the normal Opposing humanity that lacks reality Blinded by the constant wall we bring together Formally restraining the legs, because we think it's better "What's the weather" A constant concoction of tales and tallies for the repeating day Like a feather, the weight of these lifeless questions couldn't keep the ocean at bay "What else is there to say" It's not about what you say that will matter anyway, Although the power of words is often underestimated, Keep in mind whom invests in you and what you say, For those will be you're biggest assets and liabilities. But if you insist, say what you value, and value what you say, Because your actions will amount to what comes from them at the end of the day, Constantly tiptoeing over words like an *** drunk and stumbling over grass We value the past, abusing it until we've drained it of any real mass it once had, excusing what we do, based upon the past Forgetting that the past is so close yet fastly becoming the last player in this race in time, What kind of journey must we take to pick what we say, what we do, what we feel, what we value, giving our value to ourselves, excusing someone else's hell and making it about an experience that we still dwell on, our experience forgetting the rotating reality around us never really rotated around us, but it around it, around it, which we are apart of, silently sending chaos into its sight as we see fit fright...we should feel because this multiple concoction of words is really a riddle, hidden message, pleading for safety, which may never come, fiddling my thumbs as I write this passage, Paving a plea that may one day be seen and actually pondered... Or maybe left, neglected, as expected, not graced even lightly with another soul's wonder.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
вяσкєи
Desperately grabbing on to imaginary safety, hoping that maybe just maybe, they'll save me. This is no virtual reality, but it's hard to see reality when the fast pacing of ghosts and goblins are racing to neglect you as if you weren't ever here, to begin with... This endless stress I'm feeling is a confession of my LACK of pity because I feel like it's fitting for this circular way of ending Spinning in this pattern Fending for myself on an endless pasture Demons and shadows, I call those the normal Opposing humanity that lacks reality Blinded by the constant wall we bring together Formally restraining the legs, because we think it's better "What's the weather" A constant concoction of tales and tallies for the repeating day Like a feather, the weight of these lifeless questions couldn't keep the ocean at bay "What else is there to say" It's not about what you say that will matter anyway, Although the power of words is often underestimated, Keep in mind whom invests in you and what you say, For those will be you're biggest assets and liabilities. But if you insist, say what you value, and value what you say, Because your actions will amount to what comes from them at the end of the day, Constantly tiptoeing over words like an *** drunk and stumbling over grass We value the past, abusing it until we've drained it of any real mass it once had, excusing what we do, based upon the past Forgetting that the past is so close yet fastly becoming the last player in this race in time, What kind of journey must we take to pick what we say, what we do, what we feel, what we value, giving our value to ourselves, excusing someone else's hell and making it about an experience that we still dwell on, our experience forgetting the rotating reality around us never really rotated around us, but it around it, around it, which we are apart of, silently sending chaos into its sight as we see fit fright...we should feel because this multiple concoction of words is really a riddle, hidden message, pleading for safety, which may never come, fiddling my thumbs as I write this passage, Paving a plea that may one day be seen and actually pondered... Or maybe left, neglected, as expected, not graced even lightly with another soul's wonder.
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This world, so cruel, so blind came to question our humanity. Are we animals or evolved creatures? Deep sinken at sea my thoughts are trapped in fear and my steps go forward the doors of purgatory widely open. This world breathes decease and fastly we close our eyes to the most cruel infermity. We fear to admit our animality. Stepping up from city ashes our thoughts of democracy tend to believe we're no longer free! TV shows us a different reality, education barely teaches us how to read, Internet forbid us to think. As days roll by fools are crowned, free-thinkers trapped behind bars or destined to anonymousity. We are blinded by fear to admit we are no longer FREE!
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
Blinded by fear
What do you say to a child in pain when nothing can ease the burn,           the hole, the enveloping wave           of darkness? Words are not a chain to fastly anchor           one's soul, to cling, to save,           to harness. Time is the only healing rain to calm the churn,           make whole, to fill the vase,           drown the sharpness. And love. Mountains and oceans of love. This is all I have to give. My words are not enough. 5/15/14
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
When words fail
"As I walked in a ocean, embracing the fastly moving waves hitting my knees like it had that much power, I noticed a two sea shells; A white one, and a grey one. I picked them up and eyed them. Then I picked up the white one carefully and listened. It had peaceful wind playing and As I picked up the darker one, My hand my stabbed slightly by a pointy hedge. Then the question came to mind. Heaven or Hell?~"
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
Heaven or Hell?
During nights where no man dare to go... Lies a path that leads to Woe... A print of limbs in naked snow, From where did once a red river flow. Ever wandering, did she so fastly... Away from places that are so ghastly.. Beyond the reach of boney fingers. Where the evil eye no longer lingers. Her tell-tale heart all filled with fright In a place deprived from light... Her veins like nitre by dreaded cold. Her life is thrown into the fold. Winter gives her final kiss a farewell for now, for 't is Death that softly whispers of love. Heavens cry above and hell shrieks down below Her broken body laid bare, bleeding in the dreadful snow. To suffer the eye no longer, no longer, Made her deadly desire that much stronger. Here Anabelle lies, depraved of breath.. Suckling from the breast of Mother Death... Her corpse now bows so very brave, towards the symphonies that come forth from her grave.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
A mother's love (Ode to Edgar Allan Poe)
A  train  was   running  very fastly  for Frankfrut  to Berlin. Just after leaving  from Berlin It  was hijacked  by Atlantic  ocean's Alien   pirates. The  train  became 100  parts. All  the  iron  and other  metals were  eaten   by Atlantic  Alien big  metal-digester creature  which was  genetically developed  and  created   by  Alien. After  2  days the  creatures   were  killed  and all   the  irons were   taken to  other  dead  planet to  store  under the  surface to  be  mines  by Aliens  -mine s  technology. In  this  technology a  tiny  amount  of  iron is  needed  to   fill-up  all  the planet    base   mine requirement. Just  like  a fruit  giving   tree
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
Alien Metal Digester(Fantasy VFX poem)
The river flowed fast in its shallow shadow Cluster of primroses and wild daffodil waves As they bloom in undying joy and awful laughter Caressing breeze forms a ripple in my body As my eyes caught the shining leaves as a glass in the sun my ears listen to my heart How beautiful, beauty clarifies one heart desire to fall As I walk on the shape, color and texture of her skin The quiet sound of rippling water screamed Her mind stirred thoughts of happy love Is this the lost rib, my heart so inclined That lifted the river of warm thought in me Silver sheen of admiration grows like ***** willows As I leaned out of the water of thoughts love sheltered the valley as winter sun ****** of first flowering green so visible love introduces so much pain in my heart For it is an empty path that tempts a heart To climb so fastly instead of slowly Written by Martin Ijir
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
So much pain
when they have become all but non-existent flaky leather fastly flaking into ungraspable dust one day you might notice on a path or piece of land how an errant playful wind is whirling some dust round and round now imagine a jovial tune hands clapping in accompaniment as your feet cut a step to the whirling whirling whirling of the lonely dust dancing O dancing dust! O dancing shoes In whirling dust incarnate!
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
DANCING SHOES
I wanna go. I wanna go here. I wanna go there. I wanna go slowly. I wanna go fastly. I wanna go. I wanna go with her. I wanna go alone. I wanna go with them. I wanna go with a spring in my step. I wanna go underneath a cloud. I wanna go where I can taste the wind. I wanna go tread the kerb. I wanna go to the edge of the earth. I wanna go to the end of the garden. I wanna go where they smile. I wanna go where they die. I wanna go and be yours. I wanna go and be mine, Own, Unique. I wanna go away. I wanna go home. I wanna go and remember. I wanna go to forget. I wanna go on my feet. I wanna go on the screen. I wanna go to be king. I wanna go for the kids. I wanna wanna wanna wanna. I wanna go.
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
I Wanna Go
Look not to see But to realize, That beauty is Invisible. Warm summer air Will give the most Honest Embrace You will ever find. Learn more From what you hear In silence, Than the wooden bells And cement cymbals Recklessly, perpetually Pounding day and night. When excitement begins Spinning, fastly reeling Hold your breath inside, To feel instead of think. Inside of your eyelids, Becomes the center Of the universe. The Past, Will melt behind you. The Future, Walking towards you. What they share In common, Will be  a home for you.
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 1:49 PM UTC
Look, Learn, Hold.