"ingnorance" poems - Hello Poetry

you give me these rules to follow what do you Want me to write, it says write about what I fell of pain, darkness, Sadness using words that I've Never Uttered or said.. When you say write what you feel thats what I've been doing wrather you give me an F or an A for these assignments, These are the ways that I feel. You want me to write something Sad: catch me on a Sad Day, You want me to write something Dark: Catch me on a Dark Day, Want me to Write something Hateful: Catch me on a Hateful Day, want me to write something Sweet: Catch me on a Sweet Day, To write something Freaky: Catch me on a Freaky day, To write something Deathly Insane: Well this one I just learned you gotta Catch me with a Question or a Simple Title Havin me think of dark and Death Days that Drag out into intense bleeding and fulfilling Abandonment issues toward myself; A deep dark wreckless, Careless secret toward myself, thinking and contemplating What if I was to bring the Darkness to a full salute would I be me, Would I be a Murderer, Would I be an Assasin for Hire, what would my life be like if I were to do that but alas I dont wanna find out that is why I stay me cause I believe if I bring that darkness to a full salute my Life as I know it will turn Chaotic with no amount of Greatness but for death and decay, The Hatred to my Love, The Death to my Life, the Wrong to my Right, The Loneliness to the Togetherness, The Yang to my Yin, The Sadness to my Happiness. So I guess in writing Do I get it now? Do I let this other side out for a full day not gaining any amount of light to that day... My Beast to my Gentalmen, My Ingnorance to my Intellagence, My Negative to my Possitive, My Villian to my Hero, My Rags to my Riches, My Shade to my Shine, My Impure to my Pure, My Jekyl to my Hyde, My Insane to my Sane, My Padded Dark Room to my Clean Sunshine in place of Life, So did I do it? Have I uttered what has been dorment inside me for the Longest? Maybe my Fist to my Mouth, Maybe my False to my True, My Body too my Brains, My Unresraints to my Discipline, Silence to my Spoken, ****** to my Protect, What do I do, Just for one day. My Slave to my Free Man, What do I do? My Loose tongue to Knowing when to shut-up Wha do you want me to say? My Riot to my Gaurd, How should I act? My Without to my With You, Would you stay? My Demise to my Negotiation to Live, How should I feel? My Killer to my Protector What should I do? My Worst to my Great, How should I stand? All these Questions within myself for myself.... If Only for a Day I should go crazy, Would you stay? If only for a Day iI Lose Control would you still Love me ? Chris I need to Know what do you want me to do, to say, to be, to act, to believe? Im talking to you, What would you have me do? Chris What shall we do its up to you now, its always been. As to my Beautifull Empress, Our Babies, and Our Unborns Supports Me and keeps me Sane and Intensly In Love with Her in all the Glory that is Life... I LOVE YOU

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Mar 11, 2010

Mar 11, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC

cartwright

A Look within

you give me these rules to follow what do you Want me to write, it says write about what I fell of pain, darkness, Sadness using words that I've Never Uttered or said.. When you say write what you feel thats what I've been doing wrather you give me an F or an A for these assignments, These are the ways that I feel. You want me to write something Sad: catch me on a Sad Day, You want me to write something Dark: Catch me on a Dark Day, Want me to Write something Hateful: Catch me on a Hateful Day, want me to write something Sweet: Catch me on a Sweet Day, To write something Freaky: Catch me on a Freaky day, To write something Deathly Insane: Well this one I just learned you gotta Catch me with a Question or a Simple Title Havin me think of dark and Death Days that Drag out into intense bleeding and fulfilling Abandonment issues toward myself; A deep dark wreckless, Careless secret toward myself, thinking and contemplating What if I was to bring the Darkness to a full salute would I be me, Would I be a Murderer, Would I be an Assasin for Hire, what would my life be like if I were to do that but alas I dont wanna find out that is why I stay me cause I believe if I bring that darkness to a full salute my Life as I know it will turn Chaotic with no amount of Greatness but for death and decay, The Hatred to my Love, The Death to my Life, the Wrong to my Right, The Loneliness to the Togetherness, The Yang to my Yin, The Sadness to my Happiness. So I guess in writing Do I get it now? Do I let this other side out for a full day not gaining any amount of light to that day... My Beast to my Gentalmen, My Ingnorance to my Intellagence, My Negative to my Possitive, My Villian to my Hero, My Rags to my Riches, My Shade to my Shine, My Impure to my Pure, My Jekyl to my Hyde, My Insane to my Sane, My Padded Dark Room to my Clean Sunshine in place of Life, So did I do it? Have I uttered what has been dorment inside me for the Longest? Maybe my Fist to my Mouth, Maybe my False to my True, My Body too my Brains, My Unresraints to my Discipline, Silence to my Spoken, ****** to my Protect, What do I do, Just for one day. My Slave to my Free Man, What do I do? My Loose tongue to Knowing when to shut-up Wha do you want me to say? My Riot to my Gaurd, How should I act? My Without to my With You, Would you stay? My Demise to my Negotiation to Live, How should I feel? My Killer to my Protector What should I do? My Worst to my Great, How should I stand? All these Questions within myself for myself.... If Only for a Day I should go crazy, Would you stay? If only for a Day iI Lose Control would you still Love me ? Chris I need to Know what do you want me to do, to say, to be, to act, to believe? Im talking to you, What would you have me do? Chris What shall we do its up to you now, its always been. As to my Beautifull Empress, Our Babies, and Our Unborns Supports Me and keeps me Sane and Intensly In Love with Her in all the Glory that is Life... I LOVE YOU

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Sitting here feels like I am home. Cold and hard beneath me,tossed for eons . Colours a plenty and of different sizes, meters deep are the pebbles. The aroma of salt,and the tang of it on my lips and fingers. As nature intended our behemoth briny seas to be ..so much greatness and potency. Always respect the insurmountable greatness she has.. Never underestimate.. Moonlight now dripping , reflections changing. Fusion of sounds from my iPod...influence from the music and nostalgia,I deliberate the power of free thought. So much to 'get' realise and ponder. Thank you for your warmth, your gentle breezes and immense winds. So many seas, streams with life a plenty swimming and splashing. Tall ones,short ones, trees are just the best.. As we breath out they they inhale our toxin.. As they breath out, we breath in their exhale.. Some of us humans feel sad that greed and ingnorance are slowly choking and ******** you up..

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC

lisa-pike

Mother mother

Sitting here feels like I am home. Cold and hard beneath me,tossed for eons . Colours a plenty and of different sizes, meters deep are the pebbles. The aroma of salt,and the tang of it on my lips and fingers. As nature intended our behemoth briny seas to be ..so much greatness and potency. Always respect the insurmountable greatness she has.. Never underestimate.. Moonlight now dripping , reflections changing. Fusion of sounds from my iPod...influence from the music and nostalgia,I deliberate the power of free thought. So much to 'get' realise and ponder. Thank you for your warmth, your gentle breezes and immense winds. So many seas, streams with life a plenty swimming and splashing. Tall ones,short ones, trees are just the best.. As we breath out they they inhale our toxin.. As they breath out, we breath in their exhale.. Some of us humans feel sad that greed and ingnorance are slowly choking and ******** you up..

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Ignorant little ***** every here all they want to do is get in trouble and have fun that what they think is fun getting a laugh at for getting in trouble Those are fool, fools as in the old time make them self look bad for a cheap laugh How can someone demean themselves for other peoples pleasure and am i the only one who see this? Am i the only one who thinks this is dumb? I know i am not more mature but i do know they are more childish Wanting to start a rouse and get everyone involved For what reason i do not know but i know that they are benighted.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC

Emmanuel07

Ingnorance

Ignorant little ***** every here all they want to do is get in trouble and have fun that what they think is fun getting a laugh at for getting in trouble Those are fool, fools as in the old time make them self look bad for a cheap laugh How can someone demean themselves for other peoples pleasure and am i the only one who see this? Am i the only one who thinks this is dumb? I know i am not more mature but i do know they are more childish Wanting to start a rouse and get everyone involved For what reason i do not know but i know that they are benighted.

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Unapleable Malcolm slept I dont understand his goals Of looking a wayward. He could of had his fill. It would be the work from work How his friends worked todo away with. The weird word in work. Malcolm's word weird like undendentiable DNA. So many routines cloning over repeatingly lapping like red ants. All the hours of day became more over themselves rather than every short spout of ingnorance. The future totaled every amount sweat spent on inferior wastes of clock and thin hands. His investable mind watched As time going while his chances aged until the idea became mildewedl over the already resting smells of rotten stairs.

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Jun 14, 2015

Jun 14, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC

michael-parish

Untitled

Unapleable Malcolm slept I dont understand his goals Of looking a wayward. He could of had his fill. It would be the work from work How his friends worked todo away with. The weird word in work. Malcolm's word weird like undendentiable DNA. So many routines cloning over repeatingly lapping like red ants. All the hours of day became more over themselves rather than every short spout of ingnorance. The future totaled every amount sweat spent on inferior wastes of clock and thin hands. His investable mind watched As time going while his chances aged until the idea became mildewedl over the already resting smells of rotten stairs.

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