"hellow" poems
Purple sat alone
Purple all on it's own
In a purple night
Next to a purple stone
Picking up that purple rock that night
Seam like making something right
even thought
the dance flour was purple
Purple said
Owwwwww hellow
missess Johns
saw your daughter in that purple dress
she has grown
misses Johns just frowned
then said
Think that
then black is red
and the darkness will follow you
but my mind was on that purple dress
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
**Tell tomorrow that you'll be there to greet her when she comes.
Hold onto today because you'll never embrace one like this ever again
Share yesterdays so that those who couldn't be there can
Carry the presentwith you at all times because it's the only gift we can really give
Time is not a thing or a nothing
Time is the evaporation of our perception as it spreads thin throught our conciouncess
Conciouness is our awareness of what we percieve
What we percieve is nothing but light particles bouncing off of other light particles and our own personal translations of what it all means
It means nothing to nobody and something to everybody
Lifes is all about meaning and adding it to wherever you go wherever you can
To live is to add
To be alive is positivity.
Even thought negatives may add up
The base of our existance is grounded in positivity.
You have been aded into life. And you can add even more if you please
Be wary of what you take
Sometimes things can never be replaced
Don't forget to breath**
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:38 AM UTC
When there's nothing else to say,
Tomorrow is today.
SOCIETY: The Musical!
I say, "Hellow!"
and you say "hy."
We're so mellow,
Or maybe shy.
We come from a different point of view
Somehow i feel like i'm a part of you
I love mankind, like we all want to do.
Intention is the law.
Relating to laughter will make you fall.
We are a temple of the Holy Ghost and we won't fall!
Rise from the ashes,
Rise from the flames.
You great Phoenix,
YOU MYTH OF ATHENS.
We are the masters of our own poverty,
The author and the finisher of our poem.
Make your poem great.
Philosophy is for the mediocre
Mediocracy is in our blood.
The poor give a sermon to the rich.
Poetry made physics weep:
The sun is more than gravity and heat...
The poor know that much.
And by the Grace of God
I speak the truth,
And the peace of attaining no goal
Ohhh..! Hope and long for it!!!
For it is the end of endings
And the beginning of Forever.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
THE S-SHAPED EYEBROWS SAID HELLOW AS YOU GO,
HANDS CLASPED WITH A SMILE FROM THE OLD SO-AND-SO,
THE MAN FROM THE 'CUCKOO'S NEST' WAS FINE AFTER ALL,
NO LOBOTOMY, NO CHIEF ANY MORE LEANING AGAINST THE WALL;
'SO, WHAT DO YOU DO TEL BOY?' HE ASKED ME OUT OF THE BLUE,
'I DO A BIT OF PART-TIME WORK AND DUCK AND DIVE LIKE YOU,'
HIS MOUTHED CREASED INTO THE FAMOUS GRIN AND SAID:
'YOU ALL THINK I'M A MILLIONAIRE AND HAVE A FAT-ASSED LIFE,
BUT I OWE TAX, HAVE PERSONAL PROBLEMS WHICH GIVE ME STRIFE,'
HE PAUSED, TO DELIVER ONE OF HIS FAMOUS LINES: 'DON'T WASTE A HARD-ON!'
I MUTTERED AND WHINED WHICH PROMPTED HIS RESPONSE:
'WHEN ARE GOING TO GET THAT BUG OUT OF YOUR ASS!'
MY TURN TO GRIN, A FAVOURITE LINE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT-
DEAREST JACK - I MEANT TO SAY HOW MUCH I LIKED HIM - BUT I FORGOT,
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
For a long time i felt
just my emotion
and none of anybody else
and overtime it has become
something else
so i want to hear of the pulses
around me
the HELLOW people
I have come to love
and respect!
and do not worry
you can not hurt me for long
for I know what I am
JUst this MAn called Paul.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Dear all,
It was a new day yesurday, and tomorrow will be what it should, when I dream these dreams I feel good, do you know snow is white, not slight colour of pink.
and when that telephone calls
I think I have no dreams for this, so i will not answer you and say hellow.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC