"gami" poems - Hello Poetry

Swrgiding dwima dwisa gaigra mai dubli benw jwngni gami Goi patwini bari ~ no no mai bakri maihung **** mwswo goli benw jwngni gami gwmkangw magw-bwisagu ~ dwikorniprai dwi kaonai nosim janjiyao paperna labwnai benw jwngni gami grwm grwm raijw janai ~ swrangsi swrangsi daola gesernai hal huronlangnai benw jwngni gami hal kodaljwng abad maonai - bari kona kona mwigongni bari lai lapa baidi mulani benw jwngni gami angkal gwiya megong taigongni ~ mandir girja bathou puja switw jwngni sibisali benw jwngni gami goi taijow kantal bari mungni.

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC

ronjoy-brahma6f

Jwngni gami

Swrgiding dwima dwisa gaigra mai dubli benw jwngni gami Goi patwini bari ~ no no mai bakri maihung **** mwswo goli benw jwngni gami gwmkangw magw-bwisagu ~ dwikorniprai dwi kaonai nosim janjiyao paperna labwnai benw jwngni gami grwm grwm raijw janai ~ swrangsi swrangsi daola gesernai hal huronlangnai benw jwngni gami hal kodaljwng abad maonai - bari kona kona mwigongni bari lai lapa baidi mulani benw jwngni gami angkal gwiya megong taigongni ~ mandir girja bathou puja switw jwngni sibisali benw jwngni gami goi taijow kantal bari mungni.

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Drawn to death like a sick moth to the flame, The topic's toxic, turn and tossing, Teeter totter for days, It seems to follow me, a hollowing, a carving of hearts, Darkness trailing, gloom impaling me, I'm falling apart. There's art in death, not that it's pretty but well orchestrated Amidst a somber tune, a hopeful light, But in the core there's hatred. An elegy of emptiness.. A ghastly, dark symphony. And when I die, please don't cry.. Just sing for me. I let the ink spill like i sliced an artery. Then i drink til, my mind's an anomaly. I think ill, solitude's so hard on me. On the, brink still, it's a lil disheartening. But I keep writing anyways. Believe me, there are many days, Thinking of a way that I could find to cope with. The fact I lost someone that I thought I would grow old with. Sometimes life just isn't fair And in it, there's no favorites, Cherish every moment, Smell the roses, you should savor it.

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC

jonathan-fernandez

Shini Gami

Drawn to death like a sick moth to the flame, The topic's toxic, turn and tossing, Teeter totter for days, It seems to follow me, a hollowing, a carving of hearts, Darkness trailing, gloom impaling me, I'm falling apart. There's art in death, not that it's pretty but well orchestrated Amidst a somber tune, a hopeful light, But in the core there's hatred. An elegy of emptiness.. A ghastly, dark symphony. And when I die, please don't cry.. Just sing for me. I let the ink spill like i sliced an artery. Then i drink til, my mind's an anomaly. I think ill, solitude's so hard on me. On the, brink still, it's a lil disheartening. But I keep writing anyways. Believe me, there are many days, Thinking of a way that I could find to cope with. The fact I lost someone that I thought I would grow old with. Sometimes life just isn't fair And in it, there's no favorites, Cherish every moment, Smell the roses, you should savor it.

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there was Herman Sweeney at the front gates?! *** you just got to get me a mannequiin pinguin you **** cos i'm retro, half-wished spetial, ya n'ah, bit fudge bit thick - goes **** among geese - quo quo quack - or said grey, apparently sic - quo thus said we have autumn's quota! well hooray hooray and the Spanish Inquisitors to minds a fabric of the new gold known as golf, or whatever, ****** - hey, i could be your ******** serial killer school friend... so **** yo mama! knife up her **** ha ha! see her phone up a K.F.C. you **** gansta that **** i bet you won't... boo'ya! ooh ooh ***** got took hold of a hood! n'ah n'ah d'at N.W.A., not even Jay S or Dr. Drip can help.

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Jun 20, 2016

Jun 20, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC

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kids when gami g

there was Herman Sweeney at the front gates?! *** you just got to get me a mannequiin pinguin you **** cos i'm retro, half-wished spetial, ya n'ah, bit fudge bit thick - goes **** among geese - quo quo quack - or said grey, apparently sic - quo thus said we have autumn's quota! well hooray hooray and the Spanish Inquisitors to minds a fabric of the new gold known as golf, or whatever, ****** - hey, i could be your ******** serial killer school friend... so **** yo mama! knife up her **** ha ha! see her phone up a K.F.C. you **** gansta that **** i bet you won't... boo'ya! ooh ooh ***** got took hold of a hood! n'ah n'ah d'at N.W.A., not even Jay S or Dr. Drip can help.

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