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"heartfully" poems
With all my heart I wish I could think with just my brain. I wish emotions were easily controlled, Like the wind sometimes. Harness its raw power and turn it into a type of energy that's pure, Cleansing to the world. But I guess there are tornadoes, Who funnel into one destructive force, Tearing down everything that was supposed to be permanent and leaving behind nothing except a trail of desolate bareness littered with broken everything. And then there's the hurricane. The power and area it covers is immense, effectively covering everything in a dark shadow and flooding the area. In the center is the ebony hearth of the storm, the monster swirling around indefinitely, whispering promises of catastrophe. And no one is there to stop it, Because everyone's already evacuated to somewhere more convenient. Everyone's already moved on, before the waters could flow and the hurricane could fully develop... I hate when my heart starts sk ip pi ng At the prospects of idealism, for dreams Are sometimes not the logical choice but what is life without interest? Disappointment is something I'm used to In society, In everyone's expectations, in myself. Why is the heart so painful? Why is something that is so essential to life so easily ripped apart? Why is mine always leading me in the direction my brain knows is wrong?
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
Heartfully Brainless
*A feeling Is not about who is best Art Is not a contest To insist on a victor Is an ego that has broken Showering hate upon the lives Of hearts that are open* What may or may not be poetry Is instead the heart of our family You commented rather pointedly About your superior ability And eloquent verbosity Most likely derived from history Of the friends of Neal Cassidy And other written eccentricity Yet you forgot your humanity And instead introduced a monstrosity An ego steeped in personal vanity Insisting on being treated royally Demanding your subjects bow immediately As you crashed into the sea of tranquility Planting your flag of superiority And crushing our words spoken so plainly But heartfully Because the letters are unworthy To one who is challenged emotionally Unable to live peacefully Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully About a craft you have reserved selfishly For yourself and those you deem to be equally As adept as yourself in the vagary Of references you declare to be wholly Fresh and newly Minted by your ability To walk around the cliché so gracefully While we repeatedly Use words such as lovely Or heavenly Or tearfully Or holy So we beg you openly To understand what is primary In a place for the novice to publically Air their emotions unapologetically And speak candidly And unconditionally About how painfully It is to live freely In a place so worldly Where men think judgmentally ******* the life from those who live meekly And wish to exist thankfully Amongst those who understand brotherly Love and who affectionately Praise those who tenderly Open their hearts to humanity Giving mercy To those without the gifts you egotistically Bludgeoned us with so artfully But failing miserably To impart insightfully Your wisdom for those who willingly Would receive daily Your transcendently And insightfully Spoken songs of serenity But instead you callously Reminded us unfortunately That mere man is weakly Empowered to exist commonly And instead arrogantly Cuts the rose greedily Leaving the thorns sadistically
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Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
Criticism
*A feeling Is not about who is best Art Is not a contest To insist on a victor Is an ego that has broken Showering hate upon the lives Of hearts that are open* What may or may not be poetry Is instead the heart of our family You commented rather pointedly About your superior ability And eloquent verbosity Most likely derived from history Of the friends of Neal Cassidy And other written eccentricity Yet you forgot your humanity And instead introduced a monstrosity An ego steeped in personal vanity Insisting on being treated royally Demanding your subjects bow immediately As you crashed into the sea of tranquility Planting your flag of superiority And crushing our words spoken so plainly But heartfully Because the letters are unworthy To one who is challenged emotionally Unable to live peacefully Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully About a craft you have reserved selfishly For yourself and those you deem to be equally As adept as yourself in the vagary Of references you declare to be wholly Fresh and newly Minted by your ability To walk around the cliché so gracefully While we repeatedly Use words such as lovely Or heavenly Or tearfully Or holy So we beg you openly To understand what is primary In a place for the novice to publically Air their emotions unapologetically And speak candidly And unconditionally About how painfully It is to live freely In a place so worldly Where men think judgmentally ******* the life from those who live meekly And wish to exist thankfully Amongst those who understand brotherly Love and who affectionately Praise those who tenderly Open their hearts to humanity Giving mercy To those without the gifts you egotistically Bludgeoned us with so artfully But failing miserably To impart insightfully Your wisdom for those who willingly Would receive daily Your transcendently And insightfully Spoken songs of serenity But instead you callously Reminded us unfortunately That mere man is weakly Empowered to exist commonly And instead arrogantly Cuts the rose greedily Leaving the thorns sadistically
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Happy birthday, by the way. I just thought I’d write to you, since I never really did It’s been two years now two complete rotations around the sun since you died. I probably think about you every week- believe it or not, you changed my whole outlook on life But I’m sorry to say it didn’t happen until you left. I think about you every time I leave the house in the morning I think about how sudden it was and how that happens every day to all kinds of people even you. I think about you every time I say goodbye to anyone especially if the person I’m saluting is getting into a car and when I say goodbye I say it as heartfully as I can and I hope that maybe they’ll realize that I’m saying “I love you” and “please, for the love of god, drive safely. please.” all in one word. Because if I said it openly like that they’d all think I was totally mental. I’m not mental. I’m just a lover and a fighter who lost something he didn’t even think he had the option of losing. I think about you when I hug anyone. because you never know.   and hugs are not ever worth half-assing.                        ever.   So maybe I lied. and maybe I actually think about you multiple times a day every day of my life.    not consciously i guess.       but I can tell you for certain that your absence is felt           in one way or another                       every                                    day                              of my life. I wish I could have learned these lessons without losing you.                         but you went all the same                                          and here we all are.              anyways happy birthday.                                                         Miss you.
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Birthday
Happy birthday, by the way. I just thought I’d write to you, since I never really did It’s been two years now two complete rotations around the sun since you died. I probably think about you every week- believe it or not, you changed my whole outlook on life But I’m sorry to say it didn’t happen until you left. I think about you every time I leave the house in the morning I think about how sudden it was and how that happens every day to all kinds of people even you. I think about you every time I say goodbye to anyone especially if the person I’m saluting is getting into a car and when I say goodbye I say it as heartfully as I can and I hope that maybe they’ll realize that I’m saying “I love you” and “please, for the love of god, drive safely. please.” all in one word. Because if I said it openly like that they’d all think I was totally mental. I’m not mental. I’m just a lover and a fighter who lost something he didn’t even think he had the option of losing. I think about you when I hug anyone. because you never know.   and hugs are not ever worth half-assing.                        ever.   So maybe I lied. and maybe I actually think about you multiple times a day every day of my life.    not consciously i guess.       but I can tell you for certain that your absence is felt           in one way or another                       every                                    day                              of my life. I wish I could have learned these lessons without losing you.                         but you went all the same                                          and here we all are.              anyways happy birthday.                                                         Miss you.
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Backtracking towards the Light oh! Fakir, brilliant shiny Bright Neophyte hypnosis, take me In.. oh! Beloved, fragile tendrils of my desire heartfully hear me, hear Me.. my heartfelt Prayers, I do not fear to tread into the highest vapours. Clandestine Clementine! not One Breath but Three times itself, squared. Blaspheme! not forsaken, dripping drapes blindsided, blindly onwards... not forsaken Sight! Hear me, Hear Me.. Bless'ed be my Name!
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Backtrack Blindly
It was a cloudy sky Drizzle had just stopped softly On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly I stopped my car before that hotel where sometime I used to visit for coffee during my return from office, to home to dwell Being pose area, side of it were shops selling toffee I gone straight to that beggar Enquired what he may desire to eat He was holding one bit of an used cigar Face to face, he was not willing to meet I used to treat deserving beggar with food of his choice Someone will ask for a particular dish But this man didn't even raised his voice Repeatedly I failed when I tried to ascertain his wish Finally the shopkeeper guided and coded saying he wanted only a matchbox to light his cigar When I tried hard to get, every shopkeeper just eluded As the increased anti-tobacco canvassing had worked clear The beggar rejected money as well any dish His world gets filled with just a matchbox He stood firm and let me only to pish As I too never keep such item in my toolbox He loitered and left the place, helpless Upset with this, I too lost my interest to eat I also left without eating, as I became useless Even in bed, with this thought, I felt my heartbeat I get delighted to treat deserving beggars, stomachful Or else with alms, to their handful But above failure led me sorrowful As I could not be fairly useful It is the beggar who gives me a chance to serve Of course, I had heartfully attempted and offered Altogether, I sincerely strained everyone of my nerve But he neither cared my efforts nor allowed to be adored This miserable failure mows me miserably for the past two years More so, whenever I used to cross that place every day True to say, my eyes were about to cloud with tears! What woes remain more for my heart to say? Copyrights reserved
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
I OFFERED BUT HE NEVER ADORED!
It was a cloudy sky Drizzle had just stopped softly On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly I stopped my car before that hotel where sometime I used to visit for coffee during my return from office, to home to dwell Being pose area, side of it were shops selling toffee I gone straight to that beggar Enquired what he may desire to eat He was holding one bit of an used cigar Face to face, he was not willing to meet I used to treat deserving beggar with food of his choice Someone will ask for a particular dish But this man didn't even raised his voice Repeatedly I failed when I tried to ascertain his wish Finally the shopkeeper guided and coded saying he wanted only a matchbox to light his cigar When I tried hard to get, every shopkeeper just eluded As the increased anti-tobacco canvassing had worked clear The beggar rejected money as well any dish His world gets filled with just a matchbox He stood firm and let me only to pish As I too never keep such item in my toolbox He loitered and left the place, helpless Upset with this, I too lost my interest to eat I also left without eating, as I became useless Even in bed, with this thought, I felt my heartbeat I get delighted to treat deserving beggars, stomachful Or else with alms, to their handful But above failure led me sorrowful As I could not be fairly useful It is the beggar who gives me a chance to serve Of course, I had heartfully attempted and offered Altogether, I sincerely strained everyone of my nerve But he neither cared my efforts nor allowed to be adored This miserable failure mows me miserably for the past two years More so, whenever I used to cross that place every day True to say, my eyes were about to cloud with tears! What woes remain more for my heart to say? Copyrights reserved
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We always have conversations Sometimes Long ones, Sometimes Very short. We share thoughts Sometimes Heartfully, Sometimes Vaguely. We share our hearts Sometimes Truely, Sometimes Fakely. Yet, Here I am unable To understand Whether it's Real Or Fictious.
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Sharing..
Friendship is sometimes not physically evident, -- but heartfully definite.
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Definite
If I had one more tomorrow No time to waste or borrow One chance to tell you straight One chance for a seed to take One piece of life left to give One moment I have yet to live I would say what I meant Though you wouldn't understand If the message was sent I would know I died a man I would tell you I love you Though you don't know why Never taken a date for two Never held you as you cried Never been there for Christmas To give you a gift Just what you needed plus So heartfully picked Never protected you from a storm Keeping the rain away and the covers warm Never spent the summer together Looked into your eyes under the stars forever Never pulled you out of trouble Just to get you deeper in it Never ran a bath full of bubbles Never played a game just to let you win it Never laughed at how cute you get When your mad and I know you want me dead Never slipped out of time Never made you truly mine But you see, these things I don't need To know you're worth loving with everything in me Because it doesn't take time Doesn't take moments Because in this heart of mine You don't have to grow it All I do is look with a heart open wide And I see you and I swell with pride Because there's so much to love in a beautiful soul If this last moment is the only time you'd believe me If unconditional love would pull you from this hole Then my life would have meaning
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Unconditional
You prepared the soil, brought us to life, and nurtured us! The seed was heartfully sewn, And the wheat has prospered and grown. You tended to us gently, speaking of our future, And we caressed you, lovingly, each day. Now, you look upon us with disinterest… Harvesting is too much work? Each day there is less sun, And we feel the first frost coming on! Where are you?  Where is your spirit? YOU planted the seed and we grew for you! Why have you forsaken us? We see you each day, standing, looking anywhere    but here. Why do you forgo the reaping? We join you in your distant weeping. We trusted you from first touch to earth… From first rain to first peak of sun. Why is the bond between us waning? YOU, alone, hold the key to our fate. The grain cradle sits idle and we fear our    destiny. Do you not recall your words of encouragement all    summer long? The wind picks up and chills, The snow --it comes and kills. You prepared the soil, brought us to life, and nurtured us! What did we do to displease you? –to suffer from your eternal and infinite indifference? (written on day PLUS 89)
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Promises Unfulfilled
I have tears and pain, and now my loss is another's gain... You fooled me to believe you loved me... I not knowing and failed to see... You had me under lock and key, and now you set me free... You were the love of my life... The one I dreamed of each night... Every "I love you" was heartfully meant... All the roses and sentimentals I sent... All my butterflies are now dead... They were crushed, now it's hurt instead... Your happiness is an addiction for me... If he is what you want, then so let it be... My feelings, they have crumbled apart... Until I find that someone, to mend the pieces of my broken heart...
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
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