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"mello" poems
Dear Light, I can't imagine a world without you! It'd be very dark. You're so Near to the end, and you've been working so hard. You should be more Mello, some would **** for your abilities. On an unrelated note, have you heard R.E.M. recently? I love them to death! You should try them, even if you don't have an eye for that sort of thing. I'll love you till the end, -Misa
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Death Note Puns
when the world, was much younger and i was a stupid-crazy girl-ly-chick, enamoured with her youth. i drove, a sunshine, lemon, yellow bottomed, white pith on top combi van. coyly, cloyingly named Mello Martha. it was...surfboards and swimsuits, egg and bacon sangers, early morning breezes, after a blitz at the breadbox. before... changing into the structured, tortured baby, bank teller blues, in the back,doors left open. it was... rockin, knockin, *** on credit, to a promised future, alluded to, but postponed, for the moment. it was... bruised back and grazed knees, harder, deeper oh god! oh god! please... faster, fucken frenzies, on a saturday night. it was....running away to nowhere, to find myself, then finding me, running away from, the self i didn't want to know. noway, nowhere, nohow. it was... a barrel of monkeys, a barrel of laughs, a keg of beer, a box of wine, under the crowded stars. it was.... a roadtrip, up the coast, midnight bonfire, midnight munchies, playing hunches, exploring reefs and reefers and such. it was...far from family and church rules, a friendly rebellion, of loud, proud youth. totally and brazenly, uncouth it was... wham! and m.j. cindy and boy george's culture club ,paperlace, billy idol and the beach boys. sung with abandon, at spinal tap level eleven. it was... peaceful, quiet, sleeping grace. insanely in love with... i forgot his name. it was.... the birth of bodaciously me. all brass hair and bosoms, wild and carefree. it was ....so long ago, it was... yesterday night, when i saw... Mello Martha's identical twin, stopped at a traffic light. it was... sunshine and lemon, bitter and sweet, as she sailed off, down the street. i sat and watched, wist, full of recollect, far and away, from my presently minded place... sitting in, the driver's seat, of my mom-blue subaru.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
mellow martha(slightly explicit)
when the world, was much younger and i was a stupid-crazy girl-ly-chick, enamoured with her youth. i drove, a sunshine, lemon, yellow bottomed, white pith on top combi van. coyly, cloyingly named Mello Martha. it was...surfboards and swimsuits, egg and bacon sangers, early morning breezes, after a blitz at the breadbox. before... changing into the structured, tortured baby, bank teller blues, in the back,doors left open. it was... rockin, knockin, *** on credit, to a promised future, alluded to, but postponed, for the moment. it was... bruised back and grazed knees, harder, deeper oh god! oh god! please... faster, fucken frenzies, on a saturday night. it was....running away to nowhere, to find myself, then finding me, running away from, the self i didn't want to know. noway, nowhere, nohow. it was... a barrel of monkeys, a barrel of laughs, a keg of beer, a box of wine, under the crowded stars. it was.... a roadtrip, up the coast, midnight bonfire, midnight munchies, playing hunches, exploring reefs and reefers and such. it was...far from family and church rules, a friendly rebellion, of loud, proud youth. totally and brazenly, uncouth it was... wham! and m.j. cindy and boy george's culture club ,paperlace, billy idol and the beach boys. sung with abandon, at spinal tap level eleven. it was... peaceful, quiet, sleeping grace. insanely in love with... i forgot his name. it was.... the birth of bodaciously me. all brass hair and bosoms, wild and carefree. it was ....so long ago, it was... yesterday night, when i saw... Mello Martha's identical twin, stopped at a traffic light. it was... sunshine and lemon, bitter and sweet, as she sailed off, down the street. i sat and watched, wist, full of recollect, far and away, from my presently minded place... sitting in, the driver's seat, of my mom-blue subaru.
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Bobby brown came down And let me have a smoke Talkin bout the rave scene I don't want to go He handed me a monkey Eat your scooby snack We walked downtown To solid ground To hear the cats meow Yellow lights flash In And out He threw me for a loop the loop When he took me underground But the chemical well-being Kept me safe and sound The lights were heaven The dark was heaven The lips were heaven The sound Like a million ******* Gave you the chillies Don't wink or kiss the ground One girl Two girl Three girl four I don't dance Not in this trance A corner captain loud I could see from my perch In the corner of earth That the ladies liked the beat But I'm just a boy In a room of noise Looking for some sleep I met billy the kid With his nose full of **** And his mouth leaking neon blue His girlfriend Sid had less hair than me But her smile was sure right on for sure I could tell in a hurry That her mind wasn't blurry Someone I could try talking to She said It may twenty third Flipped me the bird I was trippin or tripper I think I loved her white skin As it flashed in the din Her black nails like daggers were sound She pointed the nails At like five different rooms Telling me about working parts There you've got boys who dance to the noise Like techno party new You have does over there Flowers and hair Rolling hard before midnight dream Two glasses of water A tab of the blotter And I was gone before ten  thirty three I lost bobby brown To the tongue of the crowd The speakers spoke I have a dream The crowd all Cheered But sound like a herd Of a thousand white horses Coming after me Blue licks Red licks Light trips My heart I closed my eyes For a minute of time Electrons falling apart I was thirsty and worried I left in a hurry Your brain looks like this on drugs But when I looked at my phone To see about the time It's only midnight o clock
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
They Call Me Mello Yello
Bobby brown came down And let me have a smoke Talkin bout the rave scene I don't want to go He handed me a monkey Eat your scooby snack We walked downtown To solid ground To hear the cats meow Yellow lights flash In And out He threw me for a loop the loop When he took me underground But the chemical well-being Kept me safe and sound The lights were heaven The dark was heaven The lips were heaven The sound Like a million ******* Gave you the chillies Don't wink or kiss the ground One girl Two girl Three girl four I don't dance Not in this trance A corner captain loud I could see from my perch In the corner of earth That the ladies liked the beat But I'm just a boy In a room of noise Looking for some sleep I met billy the kid With his nose full of **** And his mouth leaking neon blue His girlfriend Sid had less hair than me But her smile was sure right on for sure I could tell in a hurry That her mind wasn't blurry Someone I could try talking to She said It may twenty third Flipped me the bird I was trippin or tripper I think I loved her white skin As it flashed in the din Her black nails like daggers were sound She pointed the nails At like five different rooms Telling me about working parts There you've got boys who dance to the noise Like techno party new You have does over there Flowers and hair Rolling hard before midnight dream Two glasses of water A tab of the blotter And I was gone before ten  thirty three I lost bobby brown To the tongue of the crowd The speakers spoke I have a dream The crowd all Cheered But sound like a herd Of a thousand white horses Coming after me Blue licks Red licks Light trips My heart I closed my eyes For a minute of time Electrons falling apart I was thirsty and worried I left in a hurry Your brain looks like this on drugs But when I looked at my phone To see about the time It's only midnight o clock
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the coke machine up on the hill, the hill it’s been on for forty years or more, reads in angry red letters: SOLD OUT the coke the diet coke the sprite the fanta and the mello yellow too all gone but it still begs for your dollar fifty even though it can’t give you anything back the forty year- old coke machine up on the hill is sold out but it’s still thirsty and so are you
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Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
sold out
I use my brains, i imagine. Express my passion, in a heavily fashion. Wonder 9 times. Just let me think, i have ideas. I dwell on the subjects of life, and i love to tell my side of the story, inside of the story. I make lines in space, and i leave ‘em there. If you don’t see them.. blink. Double think. People think with their mind, but i think with my pen. Heart is the treasure of my chest. The fat struggles i have make results, so my feet are to balance. Heal my legs. Jesus Walks. Night time, if i sleep, is another way my eyes rejuvenate. In the kitchen i just keep making, but you can’t dream what im cooking. Various pace. I said it all with my face. Hello.. Stay mello. You’re keeping yourself in God’s theater; made of liquid velcrow. When i write, it takes me to reality, but i travel through fiction. Visuals of a railroad in invisible trains of thought. All love. It’s the only time my soul appears, trees with secrets and fears. Experience is energy, i transfer it so readily. Tick for tock, im patient so steadily. Words i engrave in the air. It’s never my hands.
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Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 9:52 AM UTC
When My Eyes Write
*let us laugh hystaricaly when we see with clarity how ****** up it's become from all the things we've done* burned from the inside out we never heard the shouts were they real? can he heal? how lost is he? did he choose to be? *let us laugh hystaricaly when we see with clarity* swirls in her mind answers she cant find shes crumbling peices tumbling can we fix her now? would we know how? *how ****** up it's become from all the things we've done* i'm not the same me different insanity meddicate to allievate the confusion from my delusions mello, manic low, or panic *let us laugh hystaricaly when we see with clarity how ****** up it's become from all the things we've done* let us fracture and break when all they do is take how did it get like this from glory to ****
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
From Glory
Looking up at sea level Daydreaming the highest low White horses trample capriciously Beating panic in mello brine Choke down to realize You're your own demise
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Tastes like salt
Sitting in silence wrapped in thought Thinking of what could have been and what was. Being distraught over the mistakes you've made in life, some few, many most. Yet the bitter sweet melancholy of life continues, without giving you a second thought. But here I am, still going deeper into the rabbit hole that are my thoughts. Some hate the silence, the thought of being alone,  for it shows who you really are. Maybe abit of gratitude for where you are,  a change in attitude here and there, an appreciation for the solitude, will get you there. -Akash De Mello
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
Solitude
My lullaby is a dream song so sweat, dreaming of a night with a man laying on nothing but satin sheets. Red rose peddles on the bed leading a path to a hot bubble bath... with scented red candles with a aroma that makes your love buds swell... Mello music plays in the back with champagne bubbling in the glass... you take me by the hand and say let me lead the way... your body dark chocolate, your hair black with deep waves, your eyes so seductive ********** me in every way... I'm just ready for you to just touch me so my lullaby can begin to play... Baby oil soft water is what you bathed me in so sweet... dried me off really gentle then swept me right off my feet, carried me to the candle lit room where you laid me upon the satin bed... you rubbed lotion on me and began to kiss softly and whispered do you trust me, if so dnt be scared.. My body motion gave in without hesitating as I allowed you to take me to another world I closed my eyes and thought about nothing but sweet nothings and enjoyed the moans from my perfect but oh so needed lullaby...
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
lullaby
Even a blind man could see That you belong with me And this knowledge would even make any fool wise Each time I look into your eyes I get so soft and mello inside Upside down is the way you touch my heart And every day I feel the same Sunrise to sunset the very best is coming yet My love will faithfully remain Don't ever want this romantic spark Out of my grasp Want to always walk beside you And make these feelings last You know that some people only get that one chance I believe we can be together Despite stormy times on life's trying seas Baby I 'll always believe in the strong love ahead For you and me
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
I Believe By Victor Tripp