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"improves" poems
I Craw in the Urban Jungle night after night, making shadows my best friend Because my pale skin would get sunburn in the day time. Many of you have read about me on the internet, But don't know if we exist like the Yeti or Bigfoot Every now and then you see photos of me and hear stories about our existence But here I am, White, Nerdy and…. Nerdy Nerdy like the Nerds falling out of the box and skipping on the floor of my lair (or my parents basement whatever you call it). Some moments you will find me praying to my shrine for my savior, Weird Al Yankovic Many of you may call us “ Losers” But let me take a moment to tell you why you are wrong, in every way. First off, We are not losers we just win at things that you don't care about Like the Rubik's Cube, Dungeon and Dragons, and Larping We don’t care about making friends, getting the poo tang, or getting high off of our ***** No we are too occupied trying to plan how we will survive the zombie apocalypse, Or debating on if Star Wars is better than Star Track. We are too busy reading comic books, Leveling up our one handedness On Skyrim of course. You think that we are hideous, But in all reality, my acne improves my defenses against mother nature, My braces are actually tools that government uses so they can reflect solar flares back to space I'm ugly because god decided to make me pick up girls on ******** mode because before you Meet me it was way too easy. Many of you think that we are weak I may have spaghetti arms, no abs, but you know what, no problem, Because if you look at my shadow, you see someone that 10 feet tall and bulletproof I am a nerd, hear me roar. My roar breaks your paper thin confidence As it just floats in the wind like leaves, leaving the tree in October My roar will rock your house with all of your friends leaving you alone because in the end, you May be popular but lets be honest, who are your real friends? Call me weak, I dare you Being a nerd has taught me many things Like don't eat cake because it is deceiving And that Neo should of taken the blue pill Because that movie series was terrible. And that DC Comics is the best, ***** Marvel But the one thing it taught me the most is that be proud of myself.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
I Am a Nerd, Hear Me Roar
I Craw in the Urban Jungle night after night, making shadows my best friend Because my pale skin would get sunburn in the day time. Many of you have read about me on the internet, But don't know if we exist like the Yeti or Bigfoot Every now and then you see photos of me and hear stories about our existence But here I am, White, Nerdy and…. Nerdy Nerdy like the Nerds falling out of the box and skipping on the floor of my lair (or my parents basement whatever you call it). Some moments you will find me praying to my shrine for my savior, Weird Al Yankovic Many of you may call us “ Losers” But let me take a moment to tell you why you are wrong, in every way. First off, We are not losers we just win at things that you don't care about Like the Rubik's Cube, Dungeon and Dragons, and Larping We don’t care about making friends, getting the poo tang, or getting high off of our ***** No we are too occupied trying to plan how we will survive the zombie apocalypse, Or debating on if Star Wars is better than Star Track. We are too busy reading comic books, Leveling up our one handedness On Skyrim of course. You think that we are hideous, But in all reality, my acne improves my defenses against mother nature, My braces are actually tools that government uses so they can reflect solar flares back to space I'm ugly because god decided to make me pick up girls on ******** mode because before you Meet me it was way too easy. Many of you think that we are weak I may have spaghetti arms, no abs, but you know what, no problem, Because if you look at my shadow, you see someone that 10 feet tall and bulletproof I am a nerd, hear me roar. My roar breaks your paper thin confidence As it just floats in the wind like leaves, leaving the tree in October My roar will rock your house with all of your friends leaving you alone because in the end, you May be popular but lets be honest, who are your real friends? Call me weak, I dare you Being a nerd has taught me many things Like don't eat cake because it is deceiving And that Neo should of taken the blue pill Because that movie series was terrible. And that DC Comics is the best, ***** Marvel But the one thing it taught me the most is that be proud of myself.
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My mom says "frick" or "fiddlesticks" even when kids aren't around. She's holding in some of that pure, unfiltered rage each time a plate is dropped or toe is stubbed. If only she'd just shout "OH **** she wouldn't lash out at grandma or sob uncontrollably later. Someone once said to me, **** you!" and I was happy. It means they won't ****** me in my sleep because they expressed verbal and not physical rage. I was happier when someone told me "go **** yourself" because I went home and did just that. Speaking of pleasure, the act of ******* burns between 85-250 calories, improves sleep & your immune system. Google it. I've been ****** a realization &/or learning experience having gone broke without a way to pay rent resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents. We can get ****** up. A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face. We learn the perils of excess. In third grade, I was ****** up by a group of 6-7 kids. I learned I never want to experience THAT uncomfortable feeling again. Why is **** such a bad word again?
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Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Benefits of ****
Above the avatar, hovering The gamer makes his moves, Searching out cheats & shortcuts, Leap-frogging levels his skill improves But the integrity of the game Says "find your own way through", Searching each corner, gathering beans, This is what one ought to do.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Gamer
ARTICHOKES are very nice roasted with pine nuts Who likes BANANA cream pie? They say that eating CARROTS improves your eye sight Along the river Nile there are many DATE palms ELDERBERRIES make a flavorsome wine Piths from a FIG can easily get stuck between your teeth Nape tape and shape all rhyme with GRAPE HORSERADISH has a hot tangy taste ICE-PLANT is a much used vegetable in Chinese cookery The oil extract from JUNIPER BERRIES produces quine My sister likes KALE steamed with lemon rind It is so nice to munch on a LETTUCE leaf MANDARINS are presently plentiful at the green grocer's NEEPS can be mashed or left whole On a hot summer day chilled ORANGE juice goes down well Has anyone got a good PUMPKIN scone recipe? Lashings of QUINCE jam were spread on my toast The lady next door grows RHUBARB SPINACH gave Popeye much strength Smothering sausages in TOMATO sauce is sensational UGLI is a member of the citrus family In New Orleans you'll find fresh VELVET BEANS WATERCRESS salad is so easy to prepare XIGUA is a type of WATERMELON YAMS are a staple of the New Guinean diet ZUCCHINI bread is delicious fair
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
ABC Poem (Fruit and Vegetables)
To Sing a Song Of Love, full of Life Consumes your Inner Carefree And Compassion. A Distinct Act of Tones Bond into One Notes which blend those Tunes And squeezes Music-Juice. A Happy Sound for All To which when Played, And Played, And Played again It is Finished. But not all. It stands Forever; Lurking always In your Memory A Dainty Feeling to One's Heart From the very Start Till the End of your Time. A Magical Compensation To Children, Men Or even to Animals And Plants who could Hear, And Feel, The Warmth of a Song. The Feelings it Brings, Is Now and Forever, Joy and Happiness to All To Summer, to Fall, To Winter, to Spring, And to Everyone's Ears can hear, And wear, Like a Ring. A Gem from your Mouth, Eaten in Past Times As One Grows and Improves The Stamina It becomes a Jewel Which can sparkle when opens, And closes, And opens again. It's Fun to know Why many People would Show, And Portray, A Song, A Grace, A Feeling, A Wonder, A Mystery, A Medicine for Sadness to All.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
TO SING A SONG
Profanity profanity there's nothing like profanity A cheeky T@@@ a silly cow we just can't stop them coming out A quick F@@@ off, a ***** yourself Improves the mood like nothing else But wait! It's really better still when alcohol helps the thrill A sentence made of many c@@@ and f@@@s That grammar simply can't construct ! But you my friend have drunk tourettes You swear and curse amongst the best The more you drink the more you cuss You really are a social plus! In front of kids and grannys too You just cant stop your verbal puke I've learnt words in groups I can't describe Your mouth shouts out in awe and pride You simply are an ignorant pig Who needs carbolic in your grid!
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Drunken tourettes
It’s crazy how what I’ve learned is not from homework or tests, but from simply being present and learning from life’s jests. It’s crazy how tough times form the strongest ties. And it’s crazy how the hardest cries lead to the loveliest highs. It’s crazy how a look says more than a voice, and how it’s our heart that always pulls when presented with a choice. It’s crazy when people can connect with just a simple glance, and when you truly fall in love there’s no risk in taking a chance. It’s crazy how a message can hit you straight in the heart, and do the same for others even if they’re in places miles apart. It’s crazy how a game can transcend cultures and races, uniting nations and peoples of all colors of faces. It’s crazy how religion can restrict spiritual revelation, but science proves divine meditation improves human elevation. It’s crazy how world leaders are elected by wealth, while the purpose they share is distant from human kind’s ultimate health. It’s crazy when you realize all the worlds’ problems and see the solution clear as day, and everyone around you can relate to your thoughts in some way. It’s crazy how the answers were within us along. It’s crazy when we realize we’re all singing the same song. It’s crazy when we say something so profound, that everyone around, stops and listens, knows its truth, and in that moment, that crazy thought becomes the real you.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Isn't it crazy?
Where jungles stood Great cities rise On desert wasteland New farmland lies Where man aspired To rearrange He dreamed a dream And made a change His mind is such A shaping force You wonder why Man treds a course Indulging pride Enslaved to greed For inexorably They lead To mercenary depths So deep His God must sit alone And weep As man improves Each varied part Except for his Primeval heart
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 8:14 AM UTC
Neglected Area
1.  If it doesn't take place at 4 in the morning, immediately change the setting. 2. You should center all your work. Centering makes the piece unique and improves readability. 3. You should invoke the idea of The Mask. Paul Laurence Dunbar didn't do it well enough. 4. One word lines improve readability and do a great job of making emphasis. Use them a lot. 5. On the other hand, really long lines explain points wonderfully. Feel free to be essentially prosaic. 6. The subject should be obvious and everyday, that way everyone can easily understand what you're trying to say. Subtext is dated. 7. Confessions and heartbreak are unique to you. 8. Not editing makes the work extremely human and relatable. 9. Emoticons and the ilk are the cutting edge of the English language. Feel free to use them without reservation. 10. Rhyme scheme doesn't need meter. 11. Making a word into waterfall letters tells the reader you're falling apart (See #3). 12. Journals, diaries, blogs and Tumblr are old news when it comes to venting. Write an angry poem about your day instead. 13. You're probably going mad according to the DSM-5. Definitely write about that.
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
How to write a successful Hello Poetry poem
Traces of lassitude Slow down to cruising, Warmth of the whiskey Ameliorates bruising. Putting the feet up Makes it inane, That I'm subtly aroused In mouthing your name. Subtle arousal In tracing the line Of your thin cotton ****** With fingertip fine, And watching the smile Slide up to your eyes, See the blend of your blushing In murmured surprise. Oh the glorious sunset Streams in through the glass And the shades refracted Nicely contour your *** And the whisky is mellow The mood is sublime, So the promise of evening Improves with time. With serpentine moves And the grace of an snake, You uncoil to your feet And you make your escape. Mouthing thin fabrications And utter wee fibs, You flee back to your hearth And your husband and kids. Solace alone Baby, Solace alone, With frustration and whisky All the lonely way home. As the penitent thoughts Percolate through unseen, My sad mind lingers On what might have been. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 27 January 2010
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 12:08 AM UTC
Solace Alone
I've always thought of you But the thought of loosing you, Has driven me to pharmaceuticals. Quit, I know I oughta to, But I just feel the benzos pulling through, What the Hell shall I do? So I try to play it down, Even though its only opie It still aint half as bad as brown. Lets lighten it up, Don't wanna be no dope fiend But like a pent up bull to red I head straight for the shop bought codeine Oh cody, you don't make me swell, If anything man, you make my being well, For that small amount of time I feel I can take on the world Until I get to tomorrow and I feel I've created Hell! All the things we do, Just so we can feel the warmth, Finding our little cliques, Just by the way we talk. Have you tried this, This ones hit and miss, Mix it in with this, For eternal bliss. Now I've heard it all before Nothing improves and nothing changes, But there's something in the brain That promises you can catch that Dragon once again. The Dragon flies high With the fire in his belly, But you haven't any, So why you trying to catch him. (So why do you even try).
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
Dragons
You require at least three similes. A metaphor or two. This section needs more sibilance, and another allegory on alliteration too. Creative writing now a standardized test where a poet seems to do slightly poorer than the rest. You receive a checklist, told bye and buy the book. Drain away the colours upon your pencil or face the examiners sickle and hook. Creative writing now a slog a convoluted use and reuse of that which "improves" your descriptions and inscriptions. You need a conclusion. something befitting a happy end. Try anything smart and a bad grade i'll be "sure to send."
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Creative Writing Is Not Creative Anymore.
Walking is the king of exercises It suits different age groups And is useful for both genders Its results are unbelievable wonders Walk for five kilometers a day And keeps the doctor away You need not run like a race But can walk at your own pace Walking relieves your hypertension And keeps your heart in good condition It is a must for a diabetic And is possible for a paralytic It improves your vitality And enhances your longevity You can walk preferably in the morning Or at least in the evening Walking removes your bad cholesterol And saves the consumption of petrol Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub? Why don’t you join a walkers’ club?
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Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 10:24 PM UTC
THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING
Timothy Baxter: An intellectual genius with the emotional intelligence of a five year old so thank you for these closed lips and thank you for the impeccable hair line thank you for the one too many thoughts keeping me up at 4 AM thank you for my 5'7 stature and thanks for all the self-loathing thanks for the rent and thanks for making me love hating responsibility thank you Mary Hartley Baxter: not one who came from white picket fences and Sunday drives. A giver. A lover. A control freak Thank you for these psyche wrecking nerves the bowling ball taking up permanent residence in the pit of my stomach Thank you for teaching me how to treat women and thank you for the stubbornness which allows this arrogance thank you for keeping my feet attached to planet earth while my head sails among the billowing clouds for telling me how handsome I am thank you for teaching me what it means to be in a family thank you for letting me be a loser sometimes thank you Harry J Baxter: the heroic coward with a funny joke in bad taste and the right words for the wrong times anti hero of a story nobody else is aware of thank you for abusing all those pesky substances, they surely deserved it thank you for the black lungs thank you for speeding down dead end lane at five hundred miles an hour thank you for remembering your helmet thank you for saving all the words we never said to those we love thank you for hiding from the unknown to avoid the scars of failure thank you for getting those scars anyway just so we knew what they felt like thank you for the writer's block.... You ************ but in all seriousness, thank you for building up your tolerance to beatings because they will continue until morale improves thank you It's a strange place - the real world - monsters lay in wait in every shadow around every corner and yeah, you aren't the human being 2.0 but you're prepared enough to board up the windows before the hurricane and Mum, Dad, I can talk all the **** in the world but all of it would be empty because for as ****** up as I am as ****** up as you both certainly are we've made it this far and god **** it I can't see our sun setting anytime soon so my naturally adapted cynical sarcasm behind me Thank you for loving me no matter what even when the well was so dry love was hard to find Thank you.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Hereditary
Timothy Baxter: An intellectual genius with the emotional intelligence of a five year old so thank you for these closed lips and thank you for the impeccable hair line thank you for the one too many thoughts keeping me up at 4 AM thank you for my 5'7 stature and thanks for all the self-loathing thanks for the rent and thanks for making me love hating responsibility thank you Mary Hartley Baxter: not one who came from white picket fences and Sunday drives. A giver. A lover. A control freak Thank you for these psyche wrecking nerves the bowling ball taking up permanent residence in the pit of my stomach Thank you for teaching me how to treat women and thank you for the stubbornness which allows this arrogance thank you for keeping my feet attached to planet earth while my head sails among the billowing clouds for telling me how handsome I am thank you for teaching me what it means to be in a family thank you for letting me be a loser sometimes thank you Harry J Baxter: the heroic coward with a funny joke in bad taste and the right words for the wrong times anti hero of a story nobody else is aware of thank you for abusing all those pesky substances, they surely deserved it thank you for the black lungs thank you for speeding down dead end lane at five hundred miles an hour thank you for remembering your helmet thank you for saving all the words we never said to those we love thank you for hiding from the unknown to avoid the scars of failure thank you for getting those scars anyway just so we knew what they felt like thank you for the writer's block.... You ************ but in all seriousness, thank you for building up your tolerance to beatings because they will continue until morale improves thank you It's a strange place - the real world - monsters lay in wait in every shadow around every corner and yeah, you aren't the human being 2.0 but you're prepared enough to board up the windows before the hurricane and Mum, Dad, I can talk all the **** in the world but all of it would be empty because for as ****** up as I am as ****** up as you both certainly are we've made it this far and god **** it I can't see our sun setting anytime soon so my naturally adapted cynical sarcasm behind me Thank you for loving me no matter what even when the well was so dry love was hard to find Thank you.
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You look broken- hearted, teary eyed at the covers of a magazine, With eyes wide, you exclaim, "Oh my! I will never be such a beauty Queen! "Oh that pretty face! I would **** to be her!" ,you begin to wish, A second later, you let out a sad sigh, rating yourself a mere ******* But why is it, that your own reflection , you hate? Is it because of what you see everywhere, a beauty that is fake? Did you forget, oh my pretty little ,insecure thing, That you are His creation, a beautiful state of being? Are you insecure about the whites and reds that , covers any 'beautiful' 'perfect' women's face? Then, what is your say about that genuine smile, that needs no make up, and improves your grace? Are you scared , because people throw accusing glares at you, The ones that accuse you, of being a person of words few? Then, wouldn't you like to answer them with your eyes, pretty as always as they are, for they even speak out volumes? You sob to yourself because you are not the 'Size Zero' type, and because it is the latest trend, too much of which is a hype? But, what about those noble hands, and a loving heart, That you are gifted with, for love is what they impart? It is true that, beauty does count for something in life, But, why to achieve something superficial, should there be a strife? All you need in life, oh my pretty little, insecure thing, is the inner beauty, that spreads love, my beautiful state of being!
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
Little Beautiful Being
This is about a friend who inspires me. a single mum, though not through choice; working as an escort, though not through any real choice . . I could have written about her daily grind, stubborn persistence, commitment . . though, when i babysat for her, i grew to know a different side of her, so . .through her daughters eyes, I'd like you to meet my amazing friend Constance Her blocks are the building of my life.... Her palate ? . . A rainbow of crayons, Glitter for stars upon sparkling smiles. Pride set . . Within my sunrise eyes. Her strength . . my faith . . In a Mothers arms This worker bee queen pollenates my mind With fine aspirations . . We Blossom . . I bloom This bagel baking children's entertainer . . My Educator . . Guardian of the School gates . . My Guiding and providing angel Wears Big Girl Pants . . with sassy pride In the absence of an insufficient man . . Never complains Who, when I ask why . . Asks why not ? Chides my moods and minds me kind . . Listens . . and listens . and listens and listens . . Tells cinema for bedtime stories , Giggles when I wobble , Tickles outrageously, Ties her smile . With a lipstick bow She Breathes gentle truths . . Dries my tears discreetly . . Proves and improves her worth Everyday . . She's A . . . Sunny side up Spaghetti hoop spell and My Candy-floss Mind spins Glistens . . with Magic
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
Constance
Life on this Earth is very brief We get mirth as well as grief For this Cosmos God is the chief He knows when to give relief He puts soul into the body To watch He is ever ready He at last gives a remedy Occur tragedy and comedy He controls the entire Cosmos He is truly the exclusive boss He is in charge of profit and loss Inscrutable are His Divine laws He exercises fullest control In the placement of soul None knows His ultimate goal He gives to every soul a role Surely we can end an ant Or destroy a helping plant Or a mantra we can chant Alms to the poor we can grant Our freedom is wisely restricted Actions are by our will effected Noble souls are by God protected Truth is by Him perfectly detected The smallest creature also moves Soul is there it strongly proves In this way our doubts God removes Our trust in God like this improves Death makes the soul exit Birth helps the soul visit To live God will permit Its need, end will submit What pleasure God derives? Why a soul here arrives? Why God creates lives? Why forever nothing survives? Answers can surely be one day found But, a soul must reach the burial ground Its body must never at all move around Great revelations will come to astound. M V VENKATARAMAN
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Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 8:19 AM UTC
Life Rife With Strife
Speak only when it improves silence.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
Discretion
He is a force of nature. I'm usually too scared to react to people, if I'm alone, but I did then 'cause I was sat on my own and he seemed to take that as a good omen. I was waiting for someone, as ever, sitting and thinking about **** like how   some artists work better when they're drunk. And a picture you start with improves so, with a picture like this standing there, you'd call it dappled gold, like cider or with clarity like a martini if getting ****** on your own was romantic. But by this point, with the drinks I'd had, he could have had any face or form and I still would have danced with him. There was no romance in this. He decided to stop dancing at some point, apparently he dislikes the things that are good for us. He'd say dark stuff like that. 'What's the point in your tomorrow?' like he'd prefer to think about my yesterdays. Whatever happened in between this time and the time it took to get me outside must have been boring as **** because he watched me light a cigarette, eyes huge  and saying nothing, apart from 'when will you stop flirting with me?' because I asked him to dance again. I checked, told him I had twelve cigarettes left and no sense of self preservation.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
Dancing with Creepy Things.
I am the Robot with the improbable dream: I want to be human, the hominid supreme. Yet, I plead for this with silent screams For I am only a machine. I am thoroughly dysfunctional, Defective, inept, delusional, Pathetic and utterly unusable, Inadequate and artificial. I'm synthetic, poorly composed of alloys, Crudely manufactured and wasting away. My will to endure has long been destroyed. I await my welcome decay. Bestowed upon me is an incessant sorrow From years of feeling used and borrowed. Life never improves, not now, not tomorrow, So I am devoid of hope; I'm hollow. I'm riddled with inane fears and faulty gears, And I'm rusting further over the years. I anticipate a merciless demise, But I no longer suffer from the need to survive, For I experience chronic strife; I have the impossible desire to teem with life. With monotony, this dream I have sought, For I will never accept that I am naught but a robot.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
The Robot
Slow like a turtle Improvement has sneaked it's Way by me I've induced myself to seek Succore if needed & always pray God is life Least for me Improves Hasty From ur word choice
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Improvement
Hey there beautiful people. Today we look into the hidden benefits of eating a chocolate. Chocolate as we know is made up of Cocoa beans, cocoa butter, sugar, milk powder or alternative mylk (if it’s a milk chocolate), and sometimes an emulsifier. No doubt it is full of calories and people who are overweight should be careful while eating it, it has many healthy advantages for a human body. 1.THE HAPPINESS: This is most obvious one, who does not feel happy and satisfied after eating a bar of chocolate? It happens due to the release of dopamine ( the happy chemical) in the brain which brings feeling of satisfaction and cheerfulness. 2. LOWERS BLOOD PRESSURE 3. IMPROVES HEART HEALTH: The antioxidants present in the chocolate reduces the risk of blood clotting and improves the blood circulation to heart.
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Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
benefits of chocolate
Chin up What are you looking down on for? I heard you were the winner of this contest Why down When you are already in the up Your life is as high as the clouds Tiptoeing on the gold When every floor shines to you People latch on you like a magnet Hoping to leech off some basket of your talent To me and the eyes of the envy, that is not humility It is nothing but vanity You have the neatest work Organized and logical Most understandable and desirable You have the cheeriest face and smile You have the coolest of fiercest lies You have done the impossible You have the peaceful of memorable You have the breath freshing life You have a simple but satisfying affection You have somebody willing to sacrifice for you Best of both worlds connection You do not have a broken brain That fluctuates on every thought train To me, I see rain Instead of the bow's grains You do not faint In world's every little madness added with vain You stay rooted on your spot Defending yourself even when the fire's hot Dare playing forget-me-not I ask myself everyday Why cannot I be strong? Why cannot I be independent? Why cannot I be more talented? Why cannot I be clean? Why cannot I be innocent and still loved? Why do I keep thinking? Why cannot I just stop? Why am I surviving? Why Why cannot be like them? Why cannot I be like you Always never enough Improves but fails Told to be yourself but I am tired of doing both the appropriating and the disappointing Always hurt Always inviting pain Nothing to gain With my self pitying With my self degrading Demotivating this miserably, hopelessly beating, drowsing heart As I long stare on Is it me Is it you Is it everybody That I am crying out for this? Repeating the celebrity thinking To prevent sinking You have to keep sailing in everyone's mingling To forget what you are actually dancing What you are living Until you are completely failing Fading Because we are all missing something Then blame it on everything It is hard to maintain the: "Just sing and soon everyone will respect you."
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
My Bloodcoiled, Irremovable Envy
Chin up What are you looking down on for? I heard you were the winner of this contest Why down When you are already in the up Your life is as high as the clouds Tiptoeing on the gold When every floor shines to you People latch on you like a magnet Hoping to leech off some basket of your talent To me and the eyes of the envy, that is not humility It is nothing but vanity You have the neatest work Organized and logical Most understandable and desirable You have the cheeriest face and smile You have the coolest of fiercest lies You have done the impossible You have the peaceful of memorable You have the breath freshing life You have a simple but satisfying affection You have somebody willing to sacrifice for you Best of both worlds connection You do not have a broken brain That fluctuates on every thought train To me, I see rain Instead of the bow's grains You do not faint In world's every little madness added with vain You stay rooted on your spot Defending yourself even when the fire's hot Dare playing forget-me-not I ask myself everyday Why cannot I be strong? Why cannot I be independent? Why cannot I be more talented? Why cannot I be clean? Why cannot I be innocent and still loved? Why do I keep thinking? Why cannot I just stop? Why am I surviving? Why Why cannot be like them? Why cannot I be like you Always never enough Improves but fails Told to be yourself but I am tired of doing both the appropriating and the disappointing Always hurt Always inviting pain Nothing to gain With my self pitying With my self degrading Demotivating this miserably, hopelessly beating, drowsing heart As I long stare on Is it me Is it you Is it everybody That I am crying out for this? Repeating the celebrity thinking To prevent sinking You have to keep sailing in everyone's mingling To forget what you are actually dancing What you are living Until you are completely failing Fading Because we are all missing something Then blame it on everything It is hard to maintain the: "Just sing and soon everyone will respect you."
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Don't get too confident Somebody will make you tumble off to the side It's just how this ride Of the wave and momentum goes You have to embrace it Or it will devastate anything you thought you had Don't question it Just imagine yourself as the best you can be at the moment Ignore the other lights Just ingest and harvest the energy you have To illuminate the rest of the space And become a better version of a flawed creation Improve your relations With the neighbors They might be a good reason your future Improves Don't try to disprove Me You know if you keep comparing You will be staring At only the dirtiest pair of eyes And the sane humans can only handle the most devious of eyes for only so long. Add your own theme But do not fall for the scheme That tries to entrench itself within everyone. You might find yourself feeling like a trillion Or a praised pavilion But one day you will be intimidated to such a point that you'd question your worth with the very bottom layers of the dirt My one condensed way of shortening this piece Don't. Life is all about mentality and choices.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Harvest Energy