"mika" poems - Hello Poetry

In Truth; Should it matter what we really are? Or should we let our true colors shine? Being held alive, but only in a straightjacket, learning you are bisexual? Getting the doctors' notice that you are bipolar, or just being merely different? Should we be ashamed, from the words that pass from behind each of our lips? Should we simply hear the music, in which is played by the melody that you create by your own hands? Should we repress out the truest of our colors so the rest of society cannot see the difference? Dear Mika; Say Goodbye; to the world you thought you lived in, to the world I thought I lived in Where society was all strange, with no definite curve, without any hesitation from the ignorance Now, the bitter and sour taste behind swollen tongues in disgust of what they only think they see Spitting acid upon those they are lead to believe are sinners, disgraceful, and unrighteous As they hold out a helping hand, disciplining to correct atrocious mistakes they believe you made But you are only human, and they peeled through the defenses of pride and confidence you had built up Take a bow; And say Farewell, to a society filled with leniency, with the hatred branded hearts breathing fire In any other world you, could be the difference. To change the rankings of what is right, and what is wrong But here, you have had to give up your defenses and to let go of the emotions that create this difference Although society believes that there are two choices to be made, and you have chosen the incorrect side All you can do is hold your head up higher than the rest, and have skin made of diamonds and steel Because; it is as if the World wishes to believe that the molecules in your DNA strands are not the same, and gravity doesn't affect you any longer

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC

kendal-anne

~Hello~ Mika~Goodbye~

In Truth; Should it matter what we really are? Or should we let our true colors shine? Being held alive, but only in a straightjacket, learning you are bisexual? Getting the doctors' notice that you are bipolar, or just being merely different? Should we be ashamed, from the words that pass from behind each of our lips? Should we simply hear the music, in which is played by the melody that you create by your own hands? Should we repress out the truest of our colors so the rest of society cannot see the difference? Dear Mika; Say Goodbye; to the world you thought you lived in, to the world I thought I lived in Where society was all strange, with no definite curve, without any hesitation from the ignorance Now, the bitter and sour taste behind swollen tongues in disgust of what they only think they see Spitting acid upon those they are lead to believe are sinners, disgraceful, and unrighteous As they hold out a helping hand, disciplining to correct atrocious mistakes they believe you made But you are only human, and they peeled through the defenses of pride and confidence you had built up Take a bow; And say Farewell, to a society filled with leniency, with the hatred branded hearts breathing fire In any other world you, could be the difference. To change the rankings of what is right, and what is wrong But here, you have had to give up your defenses and to let go of the emotions that create this difference Although society believes that there are two choices to be made, and you have chosen the incorrect side All you can do is hold your head up higher than the rest, and have skin made of diamonds and steel Because; it is as if the World wishes to believe that the molecules in your DNA strands are not the same, and gravity doesn't affect you any longer

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I had a thought a burst of inspiration it whorled about my head singed the skin of my ears burned away the fringes of hair ---let loose about me face--- like ash flicked from the tip of a cigarette. This thought multiplied as many do, but even more this grew taking up empty space, filling the heavens in my eyes consuming me with a fire unfelt before, unknown to be felt--before. Like pure energy it fumbled crackling about the dry air, creating music's pure form. Twisting, contorting--grotesquely beautiful--its tantalized me ripping me with ethereal bare hands--until, my soul lay beating out a glow in response to this epiphany, in a hand that was not a traditional hand. This body moved possessed of an inner passion as these eyes watched detached as my essence, received the violent creation in motion. I feared it would burst and spill, letting go past memories and that thing that will not come again, that nutrient that comes only once. This body shook the limbs quivered and tightened in anticipation of a full soul ready to be received. And when that hand, which was yet not a hand inserted pressed, squashed, stuffed me back into myself my body felt light despite--this immense entity housed within my flesh of skin, blood and bone. When all had become quiet outside I heard the music still, the monstrous song that enveloped my ears fully, captured my eyes inwardly until I fell backwards in a rapture locked in a battle I wished to lose. This music slowly died and with it my tremors stilled until all that was left behind was but the tiny ****** of a thousand angelic bells hanging from the Bell-Trees of paradise's seventh node.

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Apr 22, 2011

Apr 22, 2011 at 1:50 PM UTC

kimberly-c-brown

Thank you Mika'il

I had a thought a burst of inspiration it whorled about my head singed the skin of my ears burned away the fringes of hair ---let loose about me face--- like ash flicked from the tip of a cigarette. This thought multiplied as many do, but even more this grew taking up empty space, filling the heavens in my eyes consuming me with a fire unfelt before, unknown to be felt--before. Like pure energy it fumbled crackling about the dry air, creating music's pure form. Twisting, contorting--grotesquely beautiful--its tantalized me ripping me with ethereal bare hands--until, my soul lay beating out a glow in response to this epiphany, in a hand that was not a traditional hand. This body moved possessed of an inner passion as these eyes watched detached as my essence, received the violent creation in motion. I feared it would burst and spill, letting go past memories and that thing that will not come again, that nutrient that comes only once. This body shook the limbs quivered and tightened in anticipation of a full soul ready to be received. And when that hand, which was yet not a hand inserted pressed, squashed, stuffed me back into myself my body felt light despite--this immense entity housed within my flesh of skin, blood and bone. When all had become quiet outside I heard the music still, the monstrous song that enveloped my ears fully, captured my eyes inwardly until I fell backwards in a rapture locked in a battle I wished to lose. This music slowly died and with it my tremors stilled until all that was left behind was but the tiny ****** of a thousand angelic bells hanging from the Bell-Trees of paradise's seventh node.

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Oh? So I'm a nasty ***** Oh? So I'm a lunatic? But I've been the lollipop that has been licked? Oh? So I'm the ****** Even after you betted on my suicide, *** Why would I respect my elders when they didn't respect me? Why was I the one interested in your essays? You're the victim? バカ! You're not like Mika! Come on! Come on! Come to America with your samurai sword! That's what you swore! Square up ***** Square up with your Chinese "nasty ***** Can't walk, old fat man? Use your samurai sword Oh? I'm a fat ***** I'm a fat ***** After sending you A picture Of my body? My hourglass body? The one that you can see ribs? Wow... Should've stuck with Cinderella I'm 48.98 kgs Yet you claim I'm 65.77 kgs That's a stretch! You haven't told me your weight Are you that insecure? No? Then why are you gatekeeping it? Yes sir I'm built like a man And you may be built like a can What does this prove??? ............ Oh? Your friend likes me? Crazy Next time Just tell me I'm ugly Next time Just tell me I need plastic surgery Oh? My art ***** You make a tutorial out of it? Expect me to keep up? Okay! This looks exactly like my Shadow! If not, just watered down! You just wasted my time Oh? Telling me you've been wanting to choke me? After you strangled me twice? Maybe even thrice Now you're going in for more rounds? Crazy work Oh? You're going to explain to me how *** works at the ripe age of 7? Excellent Oh? Did you expect me not to get at least somewhat hypersexual? Oh? You're going to twist my nips and say that tickling my ******* I was only uncomfortable Kept telling you to stop yet you didn't stop You thought I was laughing which provoked you to continue All nice things May come to an end

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC

YourAsianH03

Collectors Orders!

Oh? So I'm a nasty ***** Oh? So I'm a lunatic? But I've been the lollipop that has been licked? Oh? So I'm the ****** Even after you betted on my suicide, *** Why would I respect my elders when they didn't respect me? Why was I the one interested in your essays? You're the victim? バカ! You're not like Mika! Come on! Come on! Come to America with your samurai sword! That's what you swore! Square up ***** Square up with your Chinese "nasty ***** Can't walk, old fat man? Use your samurai sword Oh? I'm a fat ***** I'm a fat ***** After sending you A picture Of my body? My hourglass body? The one that you can see ribs? Wow... Should've stuck with Cinderella I'm 48.98 kgs Yet you claim I'm 65.77 kgs That's a stretch! You haven't told me your weight Are you that insecure? No? Then why are you gatekeeping it? Yes sir I'm built like a man And you may be built like a can What does this prove??? ............ Oh? Your friend likes me? Crazy Next time Just tell me I'm ugly Next time Just tell me I need plastic surgery Oh? My art ***** You make a tutorial out of it? Expect me to keep up? Okay! This looks exactly like my Shadow! If not, just watered down! You just wasted my time Oh? Telling me you've been wanting to choke me? After you strangled me twice? Maybe even thrice Now you're going in for more rounds? Crazy work Oh? You're going to explain to me how *** works at the ripe age of 7? Excellent Oh? Did you expect me not to get at least somewhat hypersexual? Oh? You're going to twist my nips and say that tickling my ******* I was only uncomfortable Kept telling you to stop yet you didn't stop You thought I was laughing which provoked you to continue All nice things May come to an end

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If Mika is just like her mother The world is a better place, If Mika looks like her mother Then surely, she has a beautiful face; And if Mika learns from her mother Perhaps she'll live in a state of grace.

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC

s-1-mpl-3-po-3-t

Mika

If Mika is just like her mother The world is a better place, If Mika looks like her mother Then surely, she has a beautiful face; And if Mika learns from her mother Perhaps she'll live in a state of grace.

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