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Hashtag done. Hashtag I give up. Hashtag tired. Hashtag alone. All we ever talk about anymore is hashtags and Instagram and texts and snapchat. I'm done. I miss the face to face contact. The way someone's eyes light up or dim down in reaction to something. I miss the way your hand feels when you place it on mine. I miss your hugs. And I miss your voice. And I'm able to talk about anything with you over a text message, but I'm afraid that you don't want to talk to me, person to person. I like to think that we have a great friendship, but I realize that we don't. You FaceTime and call other people, but you won't do that for me. I try to initiate more conversation than we have, but I feel like you hold back. I pour some of my heart out into a message that I sent and your only response is an emoji. I'm hurt. As childish as it sounds, I'm hurt. I'm broken and I feel like you keep taking pieces of me away. I'm broken and I wish you would actually talk and listen to me instead of typing it out. I miss you because there's no one else and I'm sorry that there isn't. I don't mean to burden you with everything that's wrong, but when you say that you're there for me, I expect you to follow through. I miss you a lot. And I need you to know that. Because you mean so much to me. And I know I don't mean as much to you...
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Social Communication
Initiate our souls into the light Flamingo yes your hue is burning bright Your colors lighting up the night We migrate out of darkness within you Enlighten us to heal our weary hearts To be with love and never to depart Appreciating brand new starts Your beauty resonates us deep within We want nothing more than with you to be free To fly away from stress along with thee Our wings could only hope to grow As beautiful as yours unfold You are the breath of freshened air Our spirits call to breathe repair In my memory of you I see poise Noticing your stance without a noise Perfectly still you are seen Tranquil in life's pond so serene As we pass through to become in ourselves Teach us how to become nothing else Than the magnetic beautiful creatures Spirit designed with every feature We are a gift to the flowing Always coming always going There never seems to be enough Time in the universe thereof To take a moment to enjoy And therefore we destroy This is an ode to your sweet nature A song of love and light not danger A memory we are creating A vibrant show of figure skating In the circle of acceptance now Our wings are rising up to bow Take in the scenery with deepened breath Never afraid of shaking hands with death For we are peaceful and at rest Knowing we always do our best A true beginning has no end Drinking from life as we befriend The journey of our soul path In a spiritual rose bath Amen © tHE tERRY tREE
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Flamingo Spirit
The Revolution will not be pay-per-view, Streamed online, or listed in the TV Guide, The Revolution will be LIVE ON AIR Rush seating No reservations First to come are first to serve The Revolution will not be monetarily politicized, the Revolution will be patronized Next, On the World Today Network: Revolution This Way Comes The Revolution will not be a mutually exclusive for CBC, BBC, CNN, YouTube, Facebook, SnapChat, or Instagram The Revolution is more than digital trolling, It will be a Counter-Electronic-Magnetic-Pulse Do you have your passport for the Revolution? The Revolution is unauthorized Written for and by all the people The Revolution is radical, hands-on, and requires assembly Batteries are not included and there is no manufacturer’s warantee,   The Revolution will be uncomfortable for those living in leisure For it has been bred to cause the Elite displeasure Revolution 99% Uploaded Press [ENTER] key to initiate collective action ~ NM 10/17/15
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
The Revolution Will Not Be a One-Time-Only YouTube Sensation
I'm too despressed to notice I'm stressed out Suppressed emotions inside, shouldn't let out Seeing is believing but what I see isn't real I am forced to accept these "realities" and ignore the way I feel I don't mean to sadden, entertain, bore, or aggravate, For a decade I find that this is how I communicate The only way I can precisely speak out on the unhealthy pleasures As the chemicals of my brain, they fornicate These levels of relationships aren't supposed to be It'll **** me sometime later, look at how it has ruined my personality Seeing is believing, but you won't believe what I see How can I act 'normal' when you won't acknowledge I can't do 'human being' My animalistic compulsions are fuelled by my failing brain functions Don't get too close cause I'll try to bite, I sympathise for your flesh when I malfuntion Don't be scared, I'm not canibalistic, I just like to use my teeth Humans scare me, I must defend myself, uh, I mean, to smile and eat I'm not afraid to say it, but I'm scared when I'm saying it, I have to say I have been observing your mundane human actions, I really don't want to be put away I always feel foreign, alienated, out-of-place But because I'm "considerate," I have to bite my tongue to save me some face I'm too stressed out to notice that I'm depressed Wanting mental soundessnes, yes, peace, my hallucinations don't give me rest My taughts speed down their highway, my delusions are always a-fest They inflict beneath my exterior, but for the public eye, I wear a crest "I wear my skin well, don't you think?" I lie, becuase it ill-fits I am totally normal, "I'm fine." Can't change the fact I'm a misfit. The beams that bear my bag of meat rust and thus begin to weaken The lethal sagging's caused by the mental luggage, I'm not heard, even though I'm speaking Many persons think that I'm overly paranoid, I must admit, that I am You would be the same way too, if about your health, no one ever gives a **** Help doesn't come, because their 'laters' always becomes 'nevers' I am not that superhuman, can't keep myself together, forever They claim that they would help me, some way, somehow, but their actions never initiate Someday, sometime, it would all be over, through a thorough death physical or mental Oh yes, I'm still believing, you can't accuse me of not having faith. I look forward to my healing, but all the while, my brain chemicals fornicate.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Fornicate (for Mental Health Awareness Day 2018)
I'm too despressed to notice I'm stressed out Suppressed emotions inside, shouldn't let out Seeing is believing but what I see isn't real I am forced to accept these "realities" and ignore the way I feel I don't mean to sadden, entertain, bore, or aggravate, For a decade I find that this is how I communicate The only way I can precisely speak out on the unhealthy pleasures As the chemicals of my brain, they fornicate These levels of relationships aren't supposed to be It'll **** me sometime later, look at how it has ruined my personality Seeing is believing, but you won't believe what I see How can I act 'normal' when you won't acknowledge I can't do 'human being' My animalistic compulsions are fuelled by my failing brain functions Don't get too close cause I'll try to bite, I sympathise for your flesh when I malfuntion Don't be scared, I'm not canibalistic, I just like to use my teeth Humans scare me, I must defend myself, uh, I mean, to smile and eat I'm not afraid to say it, but I'm scared when I'm saying it, I have to say I have been observing your mundane human actions, I really don't want to be put away I always feel foreign, alienated, out-of-place But because I'm "considerate," I have to bite my tongue to save me some face I'm too stressed out to notice that I'm depressed Wanting mental soundessnes, yes, peace, my hallucinations don't give me rest My taughts speed down their highway, my delusions are always a-fest They inflict beneath my exterior, but for the public eye, I wear a crest "I wear my skin well, don't you think?" I lie, becuase it ill-fits I am totally normal, "I'm fine." Can't change the fact I'm a misfit. The beams that bear my bag of meat rust and thus begin to weaken The lethal sagging's caused by the mental luggage, I'm not heard, even though I'm speaking Many persons think that I'm overly paranoid, I must admit, that I am You would be the same way too, if about your health, no one ever gives a **** Help doesn't come, because their 'laters' always becomes 'nevers' I am not that superhuman, can't keep myself together, forever They claim that they would help me, some way, somehow, but their actions never initiate Someday, sometime, it would all be over, through a thorough death physical or mental Oh yes, I'm still believing, you can't accuse me of not having faith. I look forward to my healing, but all the while, my brain chemicals fornicate.
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What did I lack, as a friend? I always helped you Even when I was busy I provided you moral support I stood up for you When you were made fun of I took time out for you As and when I could I even invited you over to my home Along with my other friends And my mother and grandmother took great trouble To ensure that you all had a delicious lunch They treated you like a family member And after college, I continued to keep in touch As much as I could Though I made new friends, during my MBA I never ever forgot you Also, in case you forgot It was you Who wanted to be friends with me in the first place At a time when I was too shy To initiate conversations with girls You broke me out of my shell So, I thought it was obvious That you cared for me How wrong I was You just saw me as a project Which eventually got completed After we left college I was nothing more to you Than a tool, to be used and thrown I was never truly a friend to you Though you called me your best friend And that too multiple times You took offense over a harmless comment And cut me off from your life It never occurred to you That I could be very sensitive And therefore such an incident could impact me adversely Including destroying my self-esteem And creating trust issues Anyway, you may be flying high at the moment But keep in mind That, as the ancient cliche goes "What goes around comes around" I have nothing more to say Except that you can try to be a better human being And think about other people as well After all, the world doesn't revolve around you alone
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Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 7:21 AM UTC
The World Doesn't Revolve Around You Alone
What did I lack, as a friend? I always helped you Even when I was busy I provided you moral support I stood up for you When you were made fun of I took time out for you As and when I could I even invited you over to my home Along with my other friends And my mother and grandmother took great trouble To ensure that you all had a delicious lunch They treated you like a family member And after college, I continued to keep in touch As much as I could Though I made new friends, during my MBA I never ever forgot you Also, in case you forgot It was you Who wanted to be friends with me in the first place At a time when I was too shy To initiate conversations with girls You broke me out of my shell So, I thought it was obvious That you cared for me How wrong I was You just saw me as a project Which eventually got completed After we left college I was nothing more to you Than a tool, to be used and thrown I was never truly a friend to you Though you called me your best friend And that too multiple times You took offense over a harmless comment And cut me off from your life It never occurred to you That I could be very sensitive And therefore such an incident could impact me adversely Including destroying my self-esteem And creating trust issues Anyway, you may be flying high at the moment But keep in mind That, as the ancient cliche goes "What goes around comes around" I have nothing more to say Except that you can try to be a better human being And think about other people as well After all, the world doesn't revolve around you alone
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Elect me, Select Me Support Me, Report Me Democracy Needs Me You all need Me I am your Savior I will fight for you If there is no War I shall start one for you I am your Savior I am your Warrior Accept this Truth Ultimate Truth Beware if you Cheat Me If you fail to Elect Me I will break into the System I will ruin it to Ashes I follow this golden Rule Either Win or Stalemate I can initiate Religious Riots I can give birth to Civil War Therefore Elect Me, Select Me Support Me, Report Me Democracy Needs Me You All Need Me You all have no other Choice So Never Ever search for it I am your only Choice So Stay Cool and Rejoice
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
Stay Cool
don't initiate falsehoods about someone that can poison the bond you both built ☾ M. E. Kuşaslan ✩ @lightinthedarknesspoetry
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
☁ 4 ☁
“The executioner’s face is always well hidden” a Bob Dylan lyric <> mine own “ex,” in chest encased, silent, with grimacing smile, happy to be of sir-vice, sent home unhappy, cause his cut, not quite deep enough this time, though nearly succeeded, but his biz is an-all-or-none inclusive Swifty tour, disillusioned, he don’t get paid unless he brings my punched ticket to a glorious sadness conclusion someone asked (axed in local accent) if I’m nearer my god having survived despite my best efforts at self destruction, to which I’m smiling when uttering a “heartfelt prayer” of Hell No! cause the channel always been open and either side can initiate when so desired, the gates of love always open, so wasn’t surprised when playing with my matches, he went silent, but knew fully well, Mr. G a risk taker, put his roulette chips on a “basket bet,” (1) needing a double 00, to collect, because, shoot, the timing was good… Me? ain’t naive enough to hope that a prayerful request would not be met with a “now you want some intercession?” and a heavenly sneer, cause we always been perfectly clear, with each other, ask and you won’t receive, and none of that what have you done for me lately razzamatazz, nah, the record impurities gray and no pencil erasures allowed… knowing that the executioner will be back’ round someday, my wounded heart too tempting to pass up twice, and that’s ok, this old man learned to live with a not entirely pleasant uncertainty, *”This old man, he played one,
 He played knick-knack on my thumb;
 With a knick-knack paddywhack,
 Give the dog a bone,
 This old man came rolling home.”* but he didn’t play two, having no kazoo!
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Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC
“The executioner’s face is always well hidden”
“The executioner’s face is always well hidden” a Bob Dylan lyric <> mine own “ex,” in chest encased, silent, with grimacing smile, happy to be of sir-vice, sent home unhappy, cause his cut, not quite deep enough this time, though nearly succeeded, but his biz is an-all-or-none inclusive Swifty tour, disillusioned, he don’t get paid unless he brings my punched ticket to a glorious sadness conclusion someone asked (axed in local accent) if I’m nearer my god having survived despite my best efforts at self destruction, to which I’m smiling when uttering a “heartfelt prayer” of Hell No! cause the channel always been open and either side can initiate when so desired, the gates of love always open, so wasn’t surprised when playing with my matches, he went silent, but knew fully well, Mr. G a risk taker, put his roulette chips on a “basket bet,” (1) needing a double 00, to collect, because, shoot, the timing was good… Me? ain’t naive enough to hope that a prayerful request would not be met with a “now you want some intercession?” and a heavenly sneer, cause we always been perfectly clear, with each other, ask and you won’t receive, and none of that what have you done for me lately razzamatazz, nah, the record impurities gray and no pencil erasures allowed… knowing that the executioner will be back’ round someday, my wounded heart too tempting to pass up twice, and that’s ok, this old man learned to live with a not entirely pleasant uncertainty, *”This old man, he played one,
 He played knick-knack on my thumb;
 With a knick-knack paddywhack,
 Give the dog a bone,
 This old man came rolling home.”* but he didn’t play two, having no kazoo!
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Personal REPOST - Not a poem. ~~~~~~~~~ My guardian Archangel is Ariel known as the Goddess of nature like I am Ariel Archangel heals the planet animals responsible for natural elements Earth, wind, water, and fire. Ariel's role as an archangel relates to inspiration. Aries people treat breaking up like a sport, and they do not want to lose. Aries would rather dump than be dumped, and so if tension has been building, they're likely to be the ones to initiate the split. Since Arians want to move on faster than their exes, they're often the first to rebound, but they're rarely malicious and will self defend as last resort! Aries-born people are favorited for theirfierce and independent approach to life being attracted to their uninhibitedness and a wild personality. Aries-born people are attracted to the quirkiness and weirdness of Aquarians and both get along like a house on fire! Unlike any other zodiac sign, Aries is more hung up on the memories they created with the ex-partners than their exes themselves they avoid competition For Arians, it's not at all about getting back together, but it is all about the nostalgia that ~hits them hard.~ Aries cannot stand people who try to set the tone in their life! Aries hate ~intrusiveness.~ Do not push Aries or give them ultimatums-they alone will decide when to call and see you! Aries are quite confident energetic and a bit of a daredevil it's no surprise that their biggest fear is the fear of going unnoticed or being forgotten. Aries poeople, Arians, want to make a mark on the world, and they like to have many accomplishments achievements under their belt. ~~~~~ When an Aries is hurt, they will let you know with their blunt and impulsive actions. Aries' element is fire making them naturally very passionate, inclined towards exploration, and a little bit scary ~when set off.~ Don't tell an Aries a greater lover roams your head spinning your inner thighs Your Aries will become a puff of smoke and be GONE Aries born women are fire and ice cold and hot symultaneously in your arms If you are ever kissed by an Aries you are truly loved cherished and adored but only if, if, you reciprocate fully ~~~~~~~~~ Defined by: Karijinbba
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
April Aries Me
Personal REPOST - Not a poem. ~~~~~~~~~ My guardian Archangel is Ariel known as the Goddess of nature like I am Ariel Archangel heals the planet animals responsible for natural elements Earth, wind, water, and fire. Ariel's role as an archangel relates to inspiration. Aries people treat breaking up like a sport, and they do not want to lose. Aries would rather dump than be dumped, and so if tension has been building, they're likely to be the ones to initiate the split. Since Arians want to move on faster than their exes, they're often the first to rebound, but they're rarely malicious and will self defend as last resort! Aries-born people are favorited for theirfierce and independent approach to life being attracted to their uninhibitedness and a wild personality. Aries-born people are attracted to the quirkiness and weirdness of Aquarians and both get along like a house on fire! Unlike any other zodiac sign, Aries is more hung up on the memories they created with the ex-partners than their exes themselves they avoid competition For Arians, it's not at all about getting back together, but it is all about the nostalgia that ~hits them hard.~ Aries cannot stand people who try to set the tone in their life! Aries hate ~intrusiveness.~ Do not push Aries or give them ultimatums-they alone will decide when to call and see you! Aries are quite confident energetic and a bit of a daredevil it's no surprise that their biggest fear is the fear of going unnoticed or being forgotten. Aries poeople, Arians, want to make a mark on the world, and they like to have many accomplishments achievements under their belt. ~~~~~ When an Aries is hurt, they will let you know with their blunt and impulsive actions. Aries' element is fire making them naturally very passionate, inclined towards exploration, and a little bit scary ~when set off.~ Don't tell an Aries a greater lover roams your head spinning your inner thighs Your Aries will become a puff of smoke and be GONE Aries born women are fire and ice cold and hot symultaneously in your arms If you are ever kissed by an Aries you are truly loved cherished and adored but only if, if, you reciprocate fully ~~~~~~~~~ Defined by: Karijinbba
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Normally People will always smile at you If you allow them to Do initiate first
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
Smile
When a seed germinates, It needs several conditions to initiate its growth but a flower is different. A flower only yearns for rain to cover its drooping petals and sunlight to embrace it from every corner. As I grow up, Material objects become useless. Only certain people matter, and being able to hold them tight would be the best birthday gift ever.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
Birthday Gift
Everything: pronoun. a.) every thing of particular of an aggregate or total; all. This is what I’m told you are but I’ve never been one for deities. You hear my thoughts but command me to speak. You know my human ways but still expect to have me all to yourself. You’re jealous- a “jealous god” but I’m to believe you’re perfect? The book says your ways are higher but the coincidences and rules that surround your mystery just don’t add up enough for me. Enough: adverb a.) in a quantity or degree that answers a purpose or satisfies a need or desire; sufficiently. I have a desire to change, I have a desire to love, hell, I want a Ferrari! I don’t have those so are you really enough if I use the book definition? But, no, seriously, some people are starving while others cant stop killing or lying or stealing or hating. Are you enough for them too? Im still waiting, but we at least have that in common. They say you are too. “They” being the activists, the followers, “yours” and yet you’re still waiting for surrender. Surrender: verb a.) to yield to the possession or power of another; deliver up possession of on demand or under duress You want me ever so much -or so I’m told. When I want something I have to ask or initiate. Where are you? Are you planning on ever speaking to me or asking? Where is your humility to simply ask? Waiting for what you don’t ever request is more foolish than I ever assumed a deity of great power and might could be. You astound me for sure, but not in a good way. I thought the zealous screamed something about you being the definition of everything, but I don’t seem to be able to define you that way at all. I ask these questions innocently, yet still I hear no response. Did you perhaps, in your infinite wisdom create the world and forget to give yourself a voice?
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
Definitions
Everything: pronoun. a.) every thing of particular of an aggregate or total; all. This is what I’m told you are but I’ve never been one for deities. You hear my thoughts but command me to speak. You know my human ways but still expect to have me all to yourself. You’re jealous- a “jealous god” but I’m to believe you’re perfect? The book says your ways are higher but the coincidences and rules that surround your mystery just don’t add up enough for me. Enough: adverb a.) in a quantity or degree that answers a purpose or satisfies a need or desire; sufficiently. I have a desire to change, I have a desire to love, hell, I want a Ferrari! I don’t have those so are you really enough if I use the book definition? But, no, seriously, some people are starving while others cant stop killing or lying or stealing or hating. Are you enough for them too? Im still waiting, but we at least have that in common. They say you are too. “They” being the activists, the followers, “yours” and yet you’re still waiting for surrender. Surrender: verb a.) to yield to the possession or power of another; deliver up possession of on demand or under duress You want me ever so much -or so I’m told. When I want something I have to ask or initiate. Where are you? Are you planning on ever speaking to me or asking? Where is your humility to simply ask? Waiting for what you don’t ever request is more foolish than I ever assumed a deity of great power and might could be. You astound me for sure, but not in a good way. I thought the zealous screamed something about you being the definition of everything, but I don’t seem to be able to define you that way at all. I ask these questions innocently, yet still I hear no response. Did you perhaps, in your infinite wisdom create the world and forget to give yourself a voice?
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you no longer initiate to ask if i was doing fine these days, and you're much late to know my dismays. you and i have changed — though i know it's inevitable, but i still will believe that we're always unbreakable.
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
02 march 2019
Red faced and wasted I saw you naked And fell in love With your ancient body Gone is the impulse to run And all i can do now Is to write simply Lies and truth Mixed together Like oil and vinegar We are fumigating Our own bodies Remove these carbon copies And quietly daydream About the faces of lost Summer lovers Fundraisers say goodbye To yesterday's vacations Just as we long to cry We catch ourselves Smiling for a moment What do the turtles wish to communicate Are we awake in our shells Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation Consternation and ************ Facts and figures receive their adulation While we attract only tender triangulations Please finish up your investigation I blame you for instigating this comedy A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy Which followed me into retirement Let's give banquets back to the government And return to ancient lands Devoted to camels and drunken apologies It's apocryphal Pornographic phantasmagoria Fantastic fan-fictions Describing sacredly sadistic rituals Glorious duality Radically alters our expectations Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations In dissimilar situations We liberate our agitation and consternation Over magazines and barnacles We are more conspicuous Than an empty gap in the sky Made by two constellations Taking a long vacation Intrepid sailors raise their sails And navigate by stars and compasses Renaissance dancers are porous instigators They initiate our imitations We dream of political sovereignty To remediate these tragedies I breathe warfare and cleanse the air Of apathetic non-negotiaters Harboring criminals like butterflies Sometimes the means do justify your eyes Targets never argue And bullets never lie Finances and fiancées Certainly have some value Yet we underrate our skies Miles of lost continents Drift out from your skin We begin an embargo Hoping in the future we will win Metaphysical furniture Effects the state of mind you're in The record players turned down But you heat me up to begin
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
in memoriam
Red faced and wasted I saw you naked And fell in love With your ancient body Gone is the impulse to run And all i can do now Is to write simply Lies and truth Mixed together Like oil and vinegar We are fumigating Our own bodies Remove these carbon copies And quietly daydream About the faces of lost Summer lovers Fundraisers say goodbye To yesterday's vacations Just as we long to cry We catch ourselves Smiling for a moment What do the turtles wish to communicate Are we awake in our shells Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation Consternation and ************ Facts and figures receive their adulation While we attract only tender triangulations Please finish up your investigation I blame you for instigating this comedy A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy Which followed me into retirement Let's give banquets back to the government And return to ancient lands Devoted to camels and drunken apologies It's apocryphal Pornographic phantasmagoria Fantastic fan-fictions Describing sacredly sadistic rituals Glorious duality Radically alters our expectations Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations In dissimilar situations We liberate our agitation and consternation Over magazines and barnacles We are more conspicuous Than an empty gap in the sky Made by two constellations Taking a long vacation Intrepid sailors raise their sails And navigate by stars and compasses Renaissance dancers are porous instigators They initiate our imitations We dream of political sovereignty To remediate these tragedies I breathe warfare and cleanse the air Of apathetic non-negotiaters Harboring criminals like butterflies Sometimes the means do justify your eyes Targets never argue And bullets never lie Finances and fiancées Certainly have some value Yet we underrate our skies Miles of lost continents Drift out from your skin We begin an embargo Hoping in the future we will win Metaphysical furniture Effects the state of mind you're in The record players turned down But you heat me up to begin
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i will try to deprive myself of you, to distant myself from you i will try not to look at you too much nor initiate a conversation  with you i will try not to mind how you look nor to mind how you speak i will try to resist breaking your wall; to resist trying to approach whenever i see you online or alone i will try to look at what's bad about you - your inability to be true to yourself of what you really feel, to your coldness, your indifference, your offenses i will try to ignore you each day in hopes that i will not hope for you i will try to calm my heart whenever i see your messages on my phone or whenever you're near i will try not to admire your music taste, your smarts i will try not to think of you nor dream about you at night i will try not to sneak a peek i will try to protect my heart from you i will try to hate you really hard but please don't go looking at me, too with those gentle eyes of yours it makes all of these futile if i catch you checking on me too you're a tease boy, don't make this so hard on me
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
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how Eye make love, this popped into my head tho questioning this quest, what purpose served, unknown... lacking the infatuation to poetry write, the mind retreats to the basics, eye write with no destination, wondering at the wonderment of this basic actionable accolade... sometimes, be the operative word, sometimes cooperative, is the operative... sometimes, is but a it just depends who is the initiate and who possesses the initiative... every story has a different author, ending... sometimes slow, sometimes muy rapido in foreign tongues in foreign places, the only commonality be that wonderment eye wish this not to be explanation, eye wish this to be an explication of the texts of sensual visionaries, imagining the helping to happening, the passageway to and from where the mind begins, the body completes its origination oft I close my Eyes, listening to hers, her eye voices directing me, what will be the course of our course, miss no Michelin starred landscapes, through hers, mine Eyes triumphant... tour guide excellente cannot explain why the temp sometimes solar flares, why the temp sometimes is a glacial expedition, tongue led, from toes to eyelids... always buy tickets for a round trip flight... how is a titillation, begging you to read & expose, there is no how, only sometimes  better, sometimes different... why is a question needs no asking... when when the shape of her profiled neck, reflects shadows of further inquiry, when her décolletage collects me as she and her designer intended... when she laughs uproariously at my piquant, suave and debonair one liners, requiring kissing tickling calming when tears spill when reading a new takeaway poem mine, needy for a tongue to collect that spillway... just being friendly appreciative and thanking where is when the how and the why intersect the intemperate weather of being alone subtle suggests auto recollections now know the how, when, where and the why, my Eyes compose this elegy of memories of past and present...
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
how Eye make love, sometimes
how Eye make love, this popped into my head tho questioning this quest, what purpose served, unknown... lacking the infatuation to poetry write, the mind retreats to the basics, eye write with no destination, wondering at the wonderment of this basic actionable accolade... sometimes, be the operative word, sometimes cooperative, is the operative... sometimes, is but a it just depends who is the initiate and who possesses the initiative... every story has a different author, ending... sometimes slow, sometimes muy rapido in foreign tongues in foreign places, the only commonality be that wonderment eye wish this not to be explanation, eye wish this to be an explication of the texts of sensual visionaries, imagining the helping to happening, the passageway to and from where the mind begins, the body completes its origination oft I close my Eyes, listening to hers, her eye voices directing me, what will be the course of our course, miss no Michelin starred landscapes, through hers, mine Eyes triumphant... tour guide excellente cannot explain why the temp sometimes solar flares, why the temp sometimes is a glacial expedition, tongue led, from toes to eyelids... always buy tickets for a round trip flight... how is a titillation, begging you to read & expose, there is no how, only sometimes  better, sometimes different... why is a question needs no asking... when when the shape of her profiled neck, reflects shadows of further inquiry, when her décolletage collects me as she and her designer intended... when she laughs uproariously at my piquant, suave and debonair one liners, requiring kissing tickling calming when tears spill when reading a new takeaway poem mine, needy for a tongue to collect that spillway... just being friendly appreciative and thanking where is when the how and the why intersect the intemperate weather of being alone subtle suggests auto recollections now know the how, when, where and the why, my Eyes compose this elegy of memories of past and present...
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.•° ☼ °•. If you stop expecting miracles from people, you can never get hurt by them; instead, if you initiate the expectation of blessings only from God, your heart will bloom again. @lightinthedarknesspoetry
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May 1, 2023
May 1, 2023 at 12:02 PM UTC
S-04
I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now, maybe I’m a machine, maybe I’m not a human being, maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien, maybe I’m more electron than neuron, and maybe none of this matters, maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle, maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs, more flamboyant than incog, more insignificant and important, and maybe I’m special, and maybe I do stand out more than most, but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters, because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust, no justice, it’s justice, feeling a bit awkward and bazaar, suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch, and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real, but I do have a pretty strong hunch, want fresh squeezed not pre-made, want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response, want to stay here with you for as long as I can, but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone, so please say something real or say nothing at all, constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence, that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships, even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,   but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix, I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Matrixing
I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now, maybe I’m a machine, maybe I’m not a human being, maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien, maybe I’m more electron than neuron, and maybe none of this matters, maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle, maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs, more flamboyant than incog, more insignificant and important, and maybe I’m special, and maybe I do stand out more than most, but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters, because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust, no justice, it’s justice, feeling a bit awkward and bazaar, suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch, and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real, but I do have a pretty strong hunch, want fresh squeezed not pre-made, want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response, want to stay here with you for as long as I can, but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone, so please say something real or say nothing at all, constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence, that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships, even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,   but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix, I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Hey. I, uh... I don't want to hurt your feelings, and I know you and I both don't like this part. If you hate me forever after this, I understand why. But it's the truth; you and I both know it. I want to try and make this brief, but I tend to be bad at that. I appreciate that You're brave enough to take the first step and not wait for me to do it. Most people need someone else to initiate things for them, so congrats on your fortitude. That's a good thing to have. I'm sure you've had your heart break enough, but I honestly don't like you like.. that. It doesn't mean I'll Leave you out or exclude you from my life. And anyway, even if you don't have me, you don't have to be alone. There are other fish in the sea. I just don't love you like.. that. Please don't cry. Okay?
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
A Bold Poem
Aluminum foil teeth Enamel taste bud bayonets Molars initiate waging war On the soft pink left cheek Gnawing away radiated flesh Sawing off fat Eating through layers of rotten blood These Metal dentures cut gums Tonguing out iron spit
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
going to the dentist
I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I  want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications.   I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Come Into My Life
I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I  want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications.   I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.
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They dance like the little ***** they are. One man's pain is another man's pleasure. Gratification is met when my **** meets your tight grip, but has this gone too far or should I hold it in? It lingers, it holds, it chokes my very chest. There is no beat, but the pounding still persists. Gravitate, levitate, initiate desire. I have no such fire, but the blue flame guides my heat. They go hand in hand. *** and pain, invigorating yet nullifying. This numb soul holds onto too many shadows, and this ecstasy can only be held for so long...
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
*** and Pain
In light of the mistakes we've made, there is free knowledge gained. From this point on nothing will remain the same. We're at the brink of no return. So what are we to do, lie around & wallow? No way, because we aren't meant to follow. Keeping our heads held high to the sky, never looking back eyes always forward. We've already witnessed what He did to ***** & Gomorrah. Assuming you're one of the many who don't know the story behind these two. I strongly suggest that you pick-up your nearest Bible. Once the book is opened, He has already implanted you with seed for daily survival. Having nothing to do with which Bible version you choose to read. Alluring poetry at it's best, one of God's greatest masterpiece. A handy guide for the worldly lies they've sold to us since we've been born. True satisfaction can't initiate through *** drugs, money, or **** You'll always be yearning for more & more. Being the Kings & Queens of our own lives is a doomed destiny from the start. What will it take for you to swallow your pride & open your heart? I fell out of love with the world & fallen irrevocably in love with the man above. † Will you join me on this bestowed journey for eternity that He calls Heaven? Or will you refuse it, turning into everyone else neglecting His existence? You choose, however just know you've already been chosen...
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC
My Flesh is Weak but My Soul is Steep
For you to understand your self-destruction must I demonstrate sweet sugary ellipses to help initiate dreaming but what if I postpone and begin to talk of inanimate objects ramble meaningless words would you call me as I continued while you goodbyed must I demonstrate force fear upon your intestines for your eyes to open from your ellipse induced daze?
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
untitled. (self-destruction)
Come, dance with me... .....hold my back lead my arms...my hand push my fingers they'll obey release your power, and fuel my senses, ......got no room for false pretenses... I'll let my creative ink flow inch by inch, i'll move your hands, to draw, together, a field of dreams, we shall initiate while we travel, our efforts will collaborate... let's dance, fill our sphere with gems of thoughts **** my pen.....its fire, my fingers will stoke i'll guide your brush strokes in painting bright colors on our walks... lead my hands as i lead yours... This giving and taking, this push and pull stuff, let's make great art out of it <3 ...... Sally Copyright February 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Come Dance With Me...