"fews" poems - Hello Poetry

It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood. things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. It's the outwordly. It's the unreal.. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By the Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup. It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood the things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. Is the outwordly. Is the unreal.. Escapes. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else, excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup.

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Jul 10, 2023

Jul 10, 2023 at 5:43 PM UTC

SanusiAyebabra

Twisted...

It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood. things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. It's the outwordly. It's the unreal.. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By the Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup. It's well even in the land of well.. It's well even in the kingdom of well .. It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent. I wish. I understood the things, words, language the fingers scribes some times... Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense, twisted for the disabled. It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables. Twisted....... Books.. Twisted.. Poems... Twisted.... Believes. Twisted... Unending.... Twisted scientists making clones.. Twister... Imagination... Twisted.. Flexibility... Twisted.. So they say... Anxious.. So they feel.. Unbearable. So they remain... Twisted it is and twisted it will be.. Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing.. Is the outwordly. Is the unreal.. Escapes. Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian.. A partner and a mentor... Hence they sleep with twisted.. Pray with twisted.. Worship twisted.. Eat with twisted.. Eats twisted.. Marry twisted.. Bond twisted And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted.. Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness... Even fates are twisted.. Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon.. By Steps taken... Choices made... Thoughts expressed. Thoughts conceived.. Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony.. Agony in processes. Agony in delivery.. Once again twisted it is. Sense is one third of nonsense.. Wakeup... Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal.. So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end. Drought might be handy. Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart. Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate.. Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength.... That's the TWIST.. Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness. Shoma morita's.. Embrace with.. Accept it.. Adopt it.. But never tolerate it from the weak.. Else, excuses will be made from it. Procrastination will be fashioned. And discouragement will be manifested.. Manifestation.. The resulting culmination of things.. Things precipitated by TWISTED... Now Wakeup.

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Children of the moon Wait for Cthulhu's return As they dine on human fear In hopes he will appear When The stars align It will stand with straightened spin opening his tired eyes Followed by the worlds demise Sleeping in a hole Far beneath the sea He delivers horrid scenes to a chosen fews dreams Visions of the future Drowned in smouldered ash Screams of countless voices Silenced in a flash When you look upon his face A horror to behold There’s no chance to turn and run Your soul has turned too cold

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC

kj-kennedy

Cthulhu’s Dream

Children of the moon Wait for Cthulhu's return As they dine on human fear In hopes he will appear When The stars align It will stand with straightened spin opening his tired eyes Followed by the worlds demise Sleeping in a hole Far beneath the sea He delivers horrid scenes to a chosen fews dreams Visions of the future Drowned in smouldered ash Screams of countless voices Silenced in a flash When you look upon his face A horror to behold There’s no chance to turn and run Your soul has turned too cold

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Whos the man with the master plan With a wand in his hand Understand divisions stands Over unison they be the devils son Mad the blueprint on Jekyll Island 1910 fews years later Catastrophe struck in Feds was created birth date were initiated Recorded on scriptures See the picture Cloned us and loaned us As slaves to the corporate field Cant make cuz my endz break But say just wait Great things will come if You put in your mind state But that **** dont work Everyday hustling Only to be left struggling Times is juggling Disaster structuring Over our very lives And the run to church for lies When they all apart of the The american pie Keep you dumb down and head to the ground all around You see satellites taking pictures Of a false heaven Nothing but projectors images World is a hologram And reality is an illusion Tactics made for confusion People arguing over Whos wrong whos right When the rich folks set the sight Following man made institutions I couldn't take it So i let the pistols began shooting Intellect lootin' We in deep need of a substitution Cuz this world aint my home I wasnt born to pay bills s And die P Lift my hands to the sky And God will multiply? But thats lie Ya just caught in a spiritual tie Emotions vs logic Americans so **** lethargic Regarldess If truth is in the front of the battlefield Most will run behind the lines of lie And be a defense shield Instead of using conscious mind Free will????????

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Who's The Man

Whos the man with the master plan With a wand in his hand Understand divisions stands Over unison they be the devils son Mad the blueprint on Jekyll Island 1910 fews years later Catastrophe struck in Feds was created birth date were initiated Recorded on scriptures See the picture Cloned us and loaned us As slaves to the corporate field Cant make cuz my endz break But say just wait Great things will come if You put in your mind state But that **** dont work Everyday hustling Only to be left struggling Times is juggling Disaster structuring Over our very lives And the run to church for lies When they all apart of the The american pie Keep you dumb down and head to the ground all around You see satellites taking pictures Of a false heaven Nothing but projectors images World is a hologram And reality is an illusion Tactics made for confusion People arguing over Whos wrong whos right When the rich folks set the sight Following man made institutions I couldn't take it So i let the pistols began shooting Intellect lootin' We in deep need of a substitution Cuz this world aint my home I wasnt born to pay bills s And die P Lift my hands to the sky And God will multiply? But thats lie Ya just caught in a spiritual tie Emotions vs logic Americans so **** lethargic Regarldess If truth is in the front of the battlefield Most will run behind the lines of lie And be a defense shield Instead of using conscious mind Free will????????

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*Unknown musicians paying their dues Grill smoke , multicolored blankets , children riding seesaws , lollygagging on swings , curing my blues Laughter and celebration ,the smell of Brunswick stew and barbecue filling the Sunday air A fews hours with zero cares , a sweet smile and auburn hair , a beach towel for two , we gaze into cobalt sky blue Searching for angels , faces and Presidents Feeding the nuthatches , the thrushes and the ravens We're the hot dog and hamburger mavens , we're the connoisseurs of plum wine , brie , swiss and shortbread biscuit , sweet tea picnic table caramel corn cravings Holding each other tight in sleepy , piedmont sunshine Savoring this memory forever* .

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

A day at the park ...

*Unknown musicians paying their dues Grill smoke , multicolored blankets , children riding seesaws , lollygagging on swings , curing my blues Laughter and celebration ,the smell of Brunswick stew and barbecue filling the Sunday air A fews hours with zero cares , a sweet smile and auburn hair , a beach towel for two , we gaze into cobalt sky blue Searching for angels , faces and Presidents Feeding the nuthatches , the thrushes and the ravens We're the hot dog and hamburger mavens , we're the connoisseurs of plum wine , brie , swiss and shortbread biscuit , sweet tea picnic table caramel corn cravings Holding each other tight in sleepy , piedmont sunshine Savoring this memory forever* .

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He tunes all my elements deep feelings that never existed a penetrate to the reclusive state yet, I shield away from emotions feelings of strong attraction those sentiments of butterflies that coexist in the in between lines He skips the beat of my heart above the currents of downwards oceans past the mirage of a destructive naunce yet, I shield away from his pastures such a storm of unreckoned thunder where time to try is a lost option simmering at the mercies of the heaven front He will soon fade into the winds beyond those unreachable bridges of the never return thoughts yet, I shield my knees from falling becoming vulnerable at the mercy of another wandering beautiful soul prying in the depths of my many fews

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC

SassyJ

Shoes and beyond......

He tunes all my elements deep feelings that never existed a penetrate to the reclusive state yet, I shield away from emotions feelings of strong attraction those sentiments of butterflies that coexist in the in between lines He skips the beat of my heart above the currents of downwards oceans past the mirage of a destructive naunce yet, I shield away from his pastures such a storm of unreckoned thunder where time to try is a lost option simmering at the mercies of the heaven front He will soon fade into the winds beyond those unreachable bridges of the never return thoughts yet, I shield my knees from falling becoming vulnerable at the mercy of another wandering beautiful soul prying in the depths of my many fews

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Alize called me last night and said she wanted to come spend a fews days before she has to fly off to Australia so she can get some rest away from it all I told her she sure picked the right place so she knocked on my door and we had a glass of wine and sat on the couch listening to music on my stereo and I made her dinner but not French because I have no idea but she enjoyed it and we had another glass because you know how they are and then she went to sleep and I stayed on the couch and a few days later she flew off to Australia. But I'll watch her on T.V.

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Dec 10, 2016

Dec 10, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC

rac1

Alize

Alize called me last night and said she wanted to come spend a fews days before she has to fly off to Australia so she can get some rest away from it all I told her she sure picked the right place so she knocked on my door and we had a glass of wine and sat on the couch listening to music on my stereo and I made her dinner but not French because I have no idea but she enjoyed it and we had another glass because you know how they are and then she went to sleep and I stayed on the couch and a few days later she flew off to Australia. But I'll watch her on T.V.

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I sit alone in the dark And reminisce the essence of your touch Feel your whisper across my skin Let my memory intoxicate me with your smell I wonder if you're holding another woman tonight If she notices the softness of your eyes And gentleness of your touch The kindness of your kiss I hold onto the fews pieces of you I still own "I'll alway's be your first" I mumble to the emptiness of the room And the feeling of missing you takes over

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC

savannah-charlish

Tonight

I sit alone in the dark And reminisce the essence of your touch Feel your whisper across my skin Let my memory intoxicate me with your smell I wonder if you're holding another woman tonight If she notices the softness of your eyes And gentleness of your touch The kindness of your kiss I hold onto the fews pieces of you I still own "I'll alway's be your first" I mumble to the emptiness of the room And the feeling of missing you takes over

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You’re ******* me off You’re acting like I’m the only one at fault Though you play a wonderful victim Cut the ******** I mean I’ve dated some ******** I’ve made plenty of mistakes, But don’t act like you haven’t You’re boyfriend is ******* me off The fact that you’re that ******* blind To not realize how toxic Stupid Irresponsible Unappreciative And just a plain ******* ******* is your loss If you were in my shoes You’d be dying to leave too, But instead you just focus on the fact that I want to leave You don’t take time to see the full story You ask me to open up and talk, But you don’t listen If he’s around, I’m no longer relevant I’m just the child who’s around And to be fair, I’m just starting to know who you are. You never acted this way around dad. Then again I guess you were depressed. I sympathized with you. I let you spread your wings. Never thought you would put me in the same position as him… It’s hard okay I can’t talk about things as easily as everyone else can I choke up So I don’t talk I like to fester Then it leads to stories like these pathetic ones. Another reason why I keep my emails personal I just find it pretty ******* pathetic that you couldn’t notice that I don’t act like normal teenagers Or that I don’t talk as much as others Or that I don’t express myself as much as other It took you 17 ******* years to figure that out Now you wanna try and act ****** towards me So honestly just **** off And honestly it hurt cutting dad out I was ****** and upset for days I was legitimately depressed for those fews days You acted like it was ******* nothing So yeah I’m ready to get the **** out of here. I wish I would have left with Noah or anyone really… Cause right now I feel like the only guy I really loved was noah He was there for me at the very least He knew if I wasn’t okay He doesn’t have much, but he tries. So anyways Thank You Thank You Very ******* Much For Giving Me Another Reason To REALIZE My Life Is ******* **** THANKS FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER REASON TO WANT TO MOVE OUT EVEN MORE THANKS FOR MAKING ME NOT WANT TO COME TO HOME EVER AGAIN CAUSE THIS PLACE IS JUST ******* PROBLEMS YOU’RE A ******* PROBLEM SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS THAT ONE MISCARRIAGE Rant over.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC

Mgonz24

Rant

You’re ******* me off You’re acting like I’m the only one at fault Though you play a wonderful victim Cut the ******** I mean I’ve dated some ******** I’ve made plenty of mistakes, But don’t act like you haven’t You’re boyfriend is ******* me off The fact that you’re that ******* blind To not realize how toxic Stupid Irresponsible Unappreciative And just a plain ******* ******* is your loss If you were in my shoes You’d be dying to leave too, But instead you just focus on the fact that I want to leave You don’t take time to see the full story You ask me to open up and talk, But you don’t listen If he’s around, I’m no longer relevant I’m just the child who’s around And to be fair, I’m just starting to know who you are. You never acted this way around dad. Then again I guess you were depressed. I sympathized with you. I let you spread your wings. Never thought you would put me in the same position as him… It’s hard okay I can’t talk about things as easily as everyone else can I choke up So I don’t talk I like to fester Then it leads to stories like these pathetic ones. Another reason why I keep my emails personal I just find it pretty ******* pathetic that you couldn’t notice that I don’t act like normal teenagers Or that I don’t talk as much as others Or that I don’t express myself as much as other It took you 17 ******* years to figure that out Now you wanna try and act ****** towards me So honestly just **** off And honestly it hurt cutting dad out I was ****** and upset for days I was legitimately depressed for those fews days You acted like it was ******* nothing So yeah I’m ready to get the **** out of here. I wish I would have left with Noah or anyone really… Cause right now I feel like the only guy I really loved was noah He was there for me at the very least He knew if I wasn’t okay He doesn’t have much, but he tries. So anyways Thank You Thank You Very ******* Much For Giving Me Another Reason To REALIZE My Life Is ******* **** THANKS FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER REASON TO WANT TO MOVE OUT EVEN MORE THANKS FOR MAKING ME NOT WANT TO COME TO HOME EVER AGAIN CAUSE THIS PLACE IS JUST ******* PROBLEMS YOU’RE A ******* PROBLEM SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS THAT ONE MISCARRIAGE Rant over.

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There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner Doin’ some good business As the venerable beads of the abacus announce Their returns An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what It was equipped for Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling Flickering signs changing all the times For the manys Whilst flashing on for enlightenment Of the fews Broken light’s dancing on the pavement It’s a sign on the shoes While the sun blinds up as regular These are the good times for the bad Robbers of the daylight Even better times for curtains Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody Stuttering out their views We’re just watching a concerto Making an overture to the blues.

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Jun 16, 2018

Jun 16, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC

duncan-brown-1

The Glassman

There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner Doin’ some good business As the venerable beads of the abacus announce Their returns An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what It was equipped for Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling Flickering signs changing all the times For the manys Whilst flashing on for enlightenment Of the fews Broken light’s dancing on the pavement It’s a sign on the shoes While the sun blinds up as regular These are the good times for the bad Robbers of the daylight Even better times for curtains Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody Stuttering out their views We’re just watching a concerto Making an overture to the blues.

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