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"foever" poems
If the simplest words as "Goodbye" meant so much to you, forgive me for thinking that it was just one of those normal days, it meant nothing much for i knew that i would see you soon. But now i am on my knees begging for you to fogive me. My apologies bouncing back at me, like a little table tennis game am playing alone. If "Goodbye" surely means so much to you, then you must know that "Sorry" means so much to me too. Atleast forgive me now, and foever will i learn to say "Goodbye".
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Forgive me
Demons whisper in my ear So only I can hear "Pick up that gun, feel the weight in your hand Go on point it at your temple, we promise it well be grand" Hand gripping the gun tight, finger on the trigger I know there are things to be considered With gun pointed to the ground I get up and start to pace around In my sister's room doing laps As quick as the grays on the tracks Chasing that ever elusive rabbit I'm to lost in thought and pacing is just habit Is this my sister's test Telling me about the loaded gun and all the rest I could take the gun, and take a walk, the woods are not that far Just past the cemetery, just past that golden star Sit under a big old oak tree Put the barrel between my eyes, count to three A single shot the birds would scatter to the sky I would die But I can't do that, my sister would blame herself foever For my suicidal endeavor So I put the gun down Metal on wood is the only sound I slowly and quietly walk away Looks like I survived another day
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Call of the Gun
Since the making of time since the blowing of winds the one thing that lurks the mind what is it that makes it sane the doubts the fears and the pushing rage are all the peaces of a rotten clock the mundane and the specific are just the ingredients of the retreat you call home a place in the chest or the head doesn't matter a place safe but who can tell what if you are not to be in there but some where else is there a home a bliss of the unknown the rigid morph is now a year old it rots and it smells but it will not be taken away for its decay is the proof of once a man who lived inside it and now he is but a vision a behavior guided channel for the zombies to guide them to his last resting place he is but non so sad in fun he is but past the ugly tests of truth and dare a long lost vehicle in the depth of the lake a silent ****** and a blissful bate a sickening tone to the whole drama and yet no escape a shadow lurks and ***** the life the nurtured one is now lost he is but a remain of the what there might be when the winds and the moist and the ants and the algae have done their part in the add ons a sure signs of age you age not my friend you just get experienced at the injustice of the love you wishfully hold in the heart the guard are foever down when you had them forever up no body sleeps in side no more no saint no monster no eagle no panther instead a ruin of the premature larva from the cocoon neither fly nor wound but lay smitten by the master disguised enemy the worst of them all vanity the alchemy of ****** is simple you poison them little by little and it becomes a daily ritual you die inside and long for more that is the beauty of the heart for all that is is all that now will bite a path of the path the rage of the rage sing with me my dear friend a paradise lost is better than the thousand in place..
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
All that the heart is
Since the making of time since the blowing of winds the one thing that lurks the mind what is it that makes it sane the doubts the fears and the pushing rage are all the peaces of a rotten clock the mundane and the specific are just the ingredients of the retreat you call home a place in the chest or the head doesn't matter a place safe but who can tell what if you are not to be in there but some where else is there a home a bliss of the unknown the rigid morph is now a year old it rots and it smells but it will not be taken away for its decay is the proof of once a man who lived inside it and now he is but a vision a behavior guided channel for the zombies to guide them to his last resting place he is but non so sad in fun he is but past the ugly tests of truth and dare a long lost vehicle in the depth of the lake a silent ****** and a blissful bate a sickening tone to the whole drama and yet no escape a shadow lurks and ***** the life the nurtured one is now lost he is but a remain of the what there might be when the winds and the moist and the ants and the algae have done their part in the add ons a sure signs of age you age not my friend you just get experienced at the injustice of the love you wishfully hold in the heart the guard are foever down when you had them forever up no body sleeps in side no more no saint no monster no eagle no panther instead a ruin of the premature larva from the cocoon neither fly nor wound but lay smitten by the master disguised enemy the worst of them all vanity the alchemy of ****** is simple you poison them little by little and it becomes a daily ritual you die inside and long for more that is the beauty of the heart for all that is is all that now will bite a path of the path the rage of the rage sing with me my dear friend a paradise lost is better than the thousand in place..
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She could do better But doesn't know how She doesn't know how If it's to be Let her It's so plain to see She's in love with me Cos she's a wandering woman As free as a bird of life Cos she's a wandering woman Never to be a wife Why should I be sorry That's she's painted so That's the way she is No one can tell her so Cos she's a wandering woman As free as a bird of life Cos she's a wandering woman Never to be a wife She is who she is Tormented girl from where She'll keep on moving From here until there Cos she's a wandering woman She's a free bird of life Cos she's a wandering woman Never to be a wife Life is what she wants There's no way to change She'll go on foever The way she has to be Cos she's a wandering woman She's a free bird of life Cos she's a wandering woman Never to be a wife I can't believe myself I'm so full of her Can't let her go Cos I love her so Cos she's a wandering woman She's a free bird of life Cos she's a wandering woman Never to be a wife.
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
Made up like a clown
You make happiness look so easy to achieve It almost makes me believe That there might be Something more for me But we where dealt different cards My problems fiercely followed and bombard In this harsh game called life I was dealt from the straight blade knife Human monster's never claimed you in your youth Your parents love was only there to sooth A warm family and many friends Always greeted you with warm hugs and grins You never knew loss, only wins You never seen the circling of shark fins Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge your happy life I'm glad the universe with you had no gripe I only ask you don't judge where I stand For human monsters have always had my hand Dragging me into their agonizing lands Till I was foever stuck in depressions quicksand I would just like for you to acknowledge my pain is real I'm not feeling sorry for myself, this darkness is sealed It's not make belive in my head, it's the scars on my heart, in my memories, on my skin The monsters keep coming there is no end We where delt from diffrent decks We are nothing but universal specks You were dealt better cards Mine from the start was marred I don't judge or envy you I don't want sympathy, all I ask is you give me the respect I'm due
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Respect for Depression
And I bow down to him, In excitment and grace. Smiling, loveing, Praising His name. The One that I can thank for it all, The One that proves, He'll catch me if I fall. The closer I get, The bigger the smile. I have never felt like this. Forevers been a while. This is what I've always been looking for, He quitely waited for me to choose the right door. He'll be with me Forever. Give me eternal life. No one understands Hell is as cold as ice. Find Him now. He's patiently waiting. Do it now, There's no need for debating. He will show you the love you've forever searched for. Wrap his arms around you, You'll need nothing more! Foever doesn't mean Love of life. It wasnt invinted For husband and wife. I now know He is the something Ive always searched for The statement is true One that closes opens the next door!! :-) Have a Blessed Day!!!
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Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
Just a thought... on love
I Feel close or run (our echoing is escape not candlelight magic) a renegade lulled them so deep (touching sleek song, foever in fear) a blooming kiss, an endless beach (imagine, suddenly) the imperfect: the feathering hope that sways and beats in nervous possibility (that illuminates everything that might) II You may resonate summer strumming, wondering, yearning, with gentle guilt beating open toward uncertain, where strayed smoke appears engulfing only them. Her sleek, royal mine, her sleek, raven mile deny them your secret- stay a hot, shut vine, be a rolling wind; uncharted, without a dagger to breath through. III Rocking blue light bared our language raw if screaming is showing then these sweating seas are rocking and pulsing with nerves. Your body is a flooding summer, cold creek, navy blue kind of Royal. Your journals are meaningless, the alphabet has spoiled. Confessions melt to wax in the heat and you’re starting to confuse hope with home. IV Unwind, entwined, gladly waiting. A dry, gilded sorrow sings to pierce again. They hesitate; warm, unfilled, as silent-radiant boy lips (who give us whiplash, who deny our gaze) empty, quickly collapse into a slight withering, glow and contemplate the fragments of us left. V Imagine a small, gold moon lost within the raging, rising winter calling through the dark for our touch together our form trembles in beat with the too-spun silver chain swinging between your kiss or me. My catching heart your rolling eyes a false enemy with a veil to rouse the rising world. I wonder how desperate and passionate spread through my newfound blaze so hidden by certain eternity. What I feel- it’s entirely breathtaking.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
April 10-15 Daily Poems
I Feel close or run (our echoing is escape not candlelight magic) a renegade lulled them so deep (touching sleek song, foever in fear) a blooming kiss, an endless beach (imagine, suddenly) the imperfect: the feathering hope that sways and beats in nervous possibility (that illuminates everything that might) II You may resonate summer strumming, wondering, yearning, with gentle guilt beating open toward uncertain, where strayed smoke appears engulfing only them. Her sleek, royal mine, her sleek, raven mile deny them your secret- stay a hot, shut vine, be a rolling wind; uncharted, without a dagger to breath through. III Rocking blue light bared our language raw if screaming is showing then these sweating seas are rocking and pulsing with nerves. Your body is a flooding summer, cold creek, navy blue kind of Royal. Your journals are meaningless, the alphabet has spoiled. Confessions melt to wax in the heat and you’re starting to confuse hope with home. IV Unwind, entwined, gladly waiting. A dry, gilded sorrow sings to pierce again. They hesitate; warm, unfilled, as silent-radiant boy lips (who give us whiplash, who deny our gaze) empty, quickly collapse into a slight withering, glow and contemplate the fragments of us left. V Imagine a small, gold moon lost within the raging, rising winter calling through the dark for our touch together our form trembles in beat with the too-spun silver chain swinging between your kiss or me. My catching heart your rolling eyes a false enemy with a veil to rouse the rising world. I wonder how desperate and passionate spread through my newfound blaze so hidden by certain eternity. What I feel- it’s entirely breathtaking.
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if we were together, id hope it will be forever.  you'll be my salt, and ill be your pepper. u will be my husband, and ill be your wife. we'd be together. forever. and forever means life.
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
foever
And I might kiss this rage away foever To leave me floating like a feather To lose my grip but gain a tether And leave the lonely alone forever.
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:32 AM UTC
Rage
You make happiness look so easy to achieve It almost makes me believe That there might be Something more for me But we where dealt different cards My problems fiercely followed and bombard In this harsh game called life I was dealt from the straight blade knife Human monster's never claimed you in your youth Your parents love was only there to sooth A warm family and many friends Always greeted you with warm hugs and grins You never knew loss, only wins You never seen the circling of shark fins Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge your happy life I'm glad the universe with you had no gripe I only ask you don't judge where I stand For human monsters have always had my hand Dragging me into their agonizing lands Till I was foever stuck in depressions quicksand I would just like for you to acknowledge my pain is real I'm not feeling sorry for myself, this darkness is sealed It's not make belive in my head, it's the scars on my heart, in my memories, on my skin The monsters keep coming there is no end We where delt from diffrent decks We are nothing but universal specks You were dealt better cards Mine from the start was marred I don't judge or envy you I don't want sympathy, all I ask is you give me the respect I'm due
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
Respect for Depression
Baby I love you heart and soul These feelings I can not control Baby I love you foever and always There is so much that I long to say Baby your love is a shining brilliant light That brightens up my darkest night Baby your love is of the truest kind In my most troubled times, you bring me peace of mind Baby I will love you through whatever comes our way I will hold you in my heart and arms every single night and day Baby I will love you till time It's self no longer exist And every time will be like the first we kissed We have found in each other our soul mate I finally believe in fate
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Baby
You make happiness look so easy to achieve It almost makes me believe That there might be Something more for me But we where dealt different cards My problems fiercely followed and bombard In this harsh game called life I was dealt from the straight blade knife Human monster's never claimed you in your youth Your parents love was only there to sooth A warm family and many friends Always greeted you with warm hugs and grins You never knew loss, only wins You never seen the circling of shark fins Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge your happy life I'm glad the universe with you had no gripe I only ask you don't judge where I stand For human monsters have always had my hand Dragging me into their agonizing lands Till I was foever stuck in depressions quicksand I would just like for you to acknowledge my pain is real I'm not feeling sorry for myself, this darkness is sealed It's not make belive in my head, it's the scars on my heart, in my memories, on my skin The monsters keep coming there is no end We where delt from diffrent decks We are nothing but universal specks You were dealt better cards Mine from the start was marred I don't judge or envy you I don't want sympathy, all I ask is you give me the respect I'm due
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
Respect for Depression