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"nau" poems
Maa tere aanchal me humne Sara sansaar dekha hai, Maa tere aankhon me humne khushiyo ka bahar dekha hai, Maa tere charano me humne swarg ka dwar dekha hai, Maa tere dil me humne baccho ke liye pyar dekha hai, Maa tune Hume sabse pyaar aur samman karna sikhaya hai, Maa tune srishti Ki rachna kar Ghar ko jannat banaya hai, Najane bhagwan ne Maa ko kis mitti se banaya hai, Khud sabhi dard chhupa kar Hume hasaya hai, Maa tune Hume nau mahine kokh me rakhkar najane kitne dard uthaya hai, Janm ke baad apna dudh pilakar Hume buddhimaan aur takatwar banaya hai, Khud roya zindagi bhar jisne Maa ko rulaya hai, Bhojan ke liye khud bhatakta rha jisne Maa ko bhukhe sulaya hai, Maa ki sewa karo kyoki esne Duniya bnaya hai, Khud bhukhe rahkar  bhi hume khilaya hai, Duniya ka sabse sachha Gyan  Maa  Papa  me hi sikhaya hai, Khud bhale hi padhe likhe na ** lekin aapko padhakar ek safal insaan banaya hai....
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
MAA
if I set myself on fire drench myself in gasoline will it melt through my skin and **** the cells with thoughts and schemes- -for the longest time I'd illuminate my words hope for the best and let the cauldron stir! I hope that the witchcraft crafts a new heart's bath in blood and wrath! my dream was to create a song dark enough to let my thoughts sink in! black enough to make my white skin gone! thick enough to choke my throat till it splits! **** down the blood from the slits! call out to death for his kiss! If I set myself on fire! Will that be the end! Will I be purified! No longer play pretend! -i never wanted to watch the swing set set its chains down to rest turn my eyes to hollow forecasts and let my past take final breaths- you are not alone- the shadows ever stirred the angels on the walls the anger all unheard! you are not alone- the monsters in the dark the heavens in their tears the callous of the heart! you are not alone! the teeth grind in the sleep the bathroom groans in pain the dripping from the sink! you are not alone! the times down on your knees the rashes on your elbows the prayers prayed for weeks! you are not alone! the knocked-down-black-eyed breaths the arms now pushing up the taking of the final steps- you are not alone- for though you are on fire drowning in the ocean the breath will not expire though the water should it wont end the flames deep inside the heart is where the war is raged. don't let those hands down box until your dead! turn not now until the grave is cracked against the match with father death!
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Leef Nau, Phurehvir Hoaled Yohr Peese
if I set myself on fire drench myself in gasoline will it melt through my skin and **** the cells with thoughts and schemes- -for the longest time I'd illuminate my words hope for the best and let the cauldron stir! I hope that the witchcraft crafts a new heart's bath in blood and wrath! my dream was to create a song dark enough to let my thoughts sink in! black enough to make my white skin gone! thick enough to choke my throat till it splits! **** down the blood from the slits! call out to death for his kiss! If I set myself on fire! Will that be the end! Will I be purified! No longer play pretend! -i never wanted to watch the swing set set its chains down to rest turn my eyes to hollow forecasts and let my past take final breaths- you are not alone- the shadows ever stirred the angels on the walls the anger all unheard! you are not alone- the monsters in the dark the heavens in their tears the callous of the heart! you are not alone! the teeth grind in the sleep the bathroom groans in pain the dripping from the sink! you are not alone! the times down on your knees the rashes on your elbows the prayers prayed for weeks! you are not alone! the knocked-down-black-eyed breaths the arms now pushing up the taking of the final steps- you are not alone- for though you are on fire drowning in the ocean the breath will not expire though the water should it wont end the flames deep inside the heart is where the war is raged. don't let those hands down box until your dead! turn not now until the grave is cracked against the match with father death!
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i qik o lun je flu o kon ju na ni dun põ gip e bon i qat ni sek so nau po kal ju txexnexek po wu no zal
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Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 7:59 PM UTC
konflu
keep going back to cool stuff I once made & rereading it applying some changes to certain ones at times; it's frustrating that, after the latest rhyme piece written I have created nothing decent and am kind of wasting time on thI̲s one where are those several lines after penning which I, eventually, wi[aɪ]nd up having devised a barful sheet? how & what the hell to indite? go, like an overnight lodge, hO̲[ɑ]stile? ge[ɪ]t ["hostel"] a mo[ɑ]p & fire lead at poor lyricists or strike auto[ɑ]cracy and agents of this kind of po[ɑ]litics with spite like prior sh#t of mine? something like the stuff in which much of bo[ɑ]dy harm's received by the unrighteous targets picked? going that way reminds me of the knight of Go[ɑ]tham with that armored co[ɑ]stume pU̲t on [the Batman in an armored suit from the "Dawn Of Justice" film] like that warmonge[—]ring nuisance (it's all the West!) 'cause that kind of stuff's the stro[ɑ]ngest suit & it's somewhat dark as well but it's O̲[ʌ]f no help to the psycholo[ɑ]gic health change the cu[ʌ]rrent bell [style; the "change one's tune" expression] on something which has no[ɑ]t a knell- -like vibe to it? how in the ****** hell? have to be afflicted by a spell or something to have the lyric-writing shelf o[ʌ]f mine supplied with stuff like that; in fact, there's one which is kind of well in terms of the least of violence dealt and having the least of toxic vibe as well it's that night fun tale ["a night out rhyme tale"] write something personal? not like some ****** flick but that's horrible 'cause I am pro[ɑ]bably go[ʌ]nna wI̲[aɪ]nd up with something writ as if by a whining b#tch (again) with all that versified, it seems it may be better, like a nau[ɑ]ghty chick with a zoomorphic co[ɑ]stume kink to opt for a tale of some kind (tail) something with the littlest o[ʌ]f spite and sans an in-the-dumps vibe still, it's easier to just go a[ɑ]dverse whether I target authO̲r— —itarianism or chU̲mps who've go[ɑ]t poor bars, instead of tryna cO̲me up with sO̲mething else, which is whY̲ it feels like a comfO̲rt... zone (a writer's comfort zone)
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Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
bar sport (prelude) [might me edited, expanded]
keep going back to cool stuff I once made & rereading it applying some changes to certain ones at times; it's frustrating that, after the latest rhyme piece written I have created nothing decent and am kind of wasting time on thI̲s one where are those several lines after penning which I, eventually, wi[aɪ]nd up having devised a barful sheet? how & what the hell to indite? go, like an overnight lodge, hO̲[ɑ]stile? ge[ɪ]t ["hostel"] a mo[ɑ]p & fire lead at poor lyricists or strike auto[ɑ]cracy and agents of this kind of po[ɑ]litics with spite like prior sh#t of mine? something like the stuff in which much of bo[ɑ]dy harm's received by the unrighteous targets picked? going that way reminds me of the knight of Go[ɑ]tham with that armored co[ɑ]stume pU̲t on [the Batman in an armored suit from the "Dawn Of Justice" film] like that warmonge[—]ring nuisance (it's all the West!) 'cause that kind of stuff's the stro[ɑ]ngest suit & it's somewhat dark as well but it's O̲[ʌ]f no help to the psycholo[ɑ]gic health change the cu[ʌ]rrent bell [style; the "change one's tune" expression] on something which has no[ɑ]t a knell- -like vibe to it? how in the ****** hell? have to be afflicted by a spell or something to have the lyric-writing shelf o[ʌ]f mine supplied with stuff like that; in fact, there's one which is kind of well in terms of the least of violence dealt and having the least of toxic vibe as well it's that night fun tale ["a night out rhyme tale"] write something personal? not like some ****** flick but that's horrible 'cause I am pro[ɑ]bably go[ʌ]nna wI̲[aɪ]nd up with something writ as if by a whining b#tch (again) with all that versified, it seems it may be better, like a nau[ɑ]ghty chick with a zoomorphic co[ɑ]stume kink to opt for a tale of some kind (tail) something with the littlest o[ʌ]f spite and sans an in-the-dumps vibe still, it's easier to just go a[ɑ]dverse whether I target authO̲r— —itarianism or chU̲mps who've go[ɑ]t poor bars, instead of tryna cO̲me up with sO̲mething else, which is whY̲ it feels like a comfO̲rt... zone (a writer's comfort zone)
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At her husband's behest, a young Frau Took son to a rabbi with know-hau. When she ventured to ask Concerning the task, He said, "Meine Frau, shouldn't be long nau."
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Ach du Lieber!
o tut de lun u zgiqbu je dza sua *** kai zgilen tak te zon i qdu qe xek nau tepzi tek o *** je zuk bau *** nau zal po sli de ple i sli bau *** xai daltep. i nefu lo sinpok je plo qe txitup le za xak de zok. i lan lo xilpok sondal xle de papkin gu ke xel de lit pe sin je dzo le kai papkit fi no vol fai dan pe xil. i nak lo lupko pe qippli kai ben je sku le zgi fi zetfu peu tu lot pe lia gelúp. i xek ne lutnik sku de qak xik je xnukek le kai xta i lutfu peu zanxo je pindal qe xne peu luttak je sik le po zan do ple de notlen vou nau zal do ple de pel. i lan lo vipnik je xle le *** sai xel de txixo bon i kul lia lot je bel lia xnu pe gul i xel le sui kep ze skuxo bon qe sin je slizuk le fi ti. i xen o liofu e xalzen xle de nokfuk pap i vit le so fo tul je xle le kin je zni sai dal lia *** gexpá qe lal za lia qla xal je lia takson dqi qe dal zoi xen go zno e son pe sin je *** go e pe zgitul kon. i nak to del ke fin de skuxo xik qe xel de ske i zno po sinpokfu je qdu do sua ke bon i sak xto i sak lot i sak ska i sak zat
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Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
o tut de lun u zgiqbu...