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"negativities" poems
I want to run away With you in my hand In my heart In my head, Run away from all negativities of this world. We could hide ourselves Under cover of the madness And be always happy Staying young as long as we want Maybe we should forget all Leave it behind us And go. Our sanctuary will be our insanity. Oh, we could have love, Great love, You and me, Insanity… Infinity. Two fools watching the sunrise And laughing forever. What more could you want?
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Run, run, run, run away
Remember the sandcastle  that we used to build? It took some time but little did we know we have handcrafted our future it was a hard work and patience Passerby's liked it, others did not but what do they know? We had fun building it! We were diligent to fill it with sand Sand that was formed into an art of love A castle that we both own Yes, you will be the king, and please, call me 'milady' We will rule the kingdom No negativities shall come in Not until when we came back Those sands of promises and memories become pain Everything was ruined when the waves washed our dreams away.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Let's Build A Sandcastle!
This is no Lament,but an Ode.I'm on my last hook of The tune,as I hear voices hollers On my back.this positivity keeps me Locked on my de javus. I'm livin' life like a video, Onto press forward to my Ambitions.I'm too proud of Myself. I'm on my utmost,every dream Ends a picture perfect,as I imagine Myself holdin' a throne at my Closet. I'm no Pinocchio but I iPaulistic Art.im 'til live to the birth of Next century,'cause I'm the Third World War Soldier. I'm a wanderer in disguise,searchin' Triumph at night. Guess my dreams ain't real, Just livin' greatness of my fantasies. Oh!!this is an omen. I'm no Osama,but still a Pisces I vandalize world of neysayers, Forfeit negativities. I separate dark and light 'Cause these street lights Still shows me life on My grind. I'm down floor to my knees, Bow down to all loved,losted Zulu warriors,for Shaka to Flourish my greatness. Dear God,may you please sprinkle Blessings upon my life,my path Is grey a winter season. 'Till death takes me,but my Dreams will forever last. And if i die today tell me I will make it through hell,'cause Heaven is where the heart is.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
MEGALOMANIA
Maybe your mothers and fathers do not know right from wrong Maybe those that birth you cannot tell real from unreal The apples do not fall far from the trees that we know all along So no surprise when off-springs and all fall into the reel Unable to decipher the lost and damaged from their midst adorn My mother washed me in truth, honesty, sincerity and real love That's the only path that graces the soul and makes humanity So all my life I know what's real, true, honest from all else above You walk your path and serve your gods in all their profanity Your festered minds and putrid brains is not like mine thereof In superficial abodes, your falseness lies fakery has confused you No truth or honesty exists all around only deceits and raw fear You rot from the inside and feed from poison not breastmilk too from start you're ****** your brains from chemicals they rear Spooks with semblance no substance, serving satan them born fools I know what's real what's true what's honest and sincere or not That is me from real bosoms raised in edifying values not falsity Come in thousands you stink from a mile off satan demons squat Sincerity truthfulness if erred makes amends not sit discordantly Real Humanity embraces love and peace not mortal duels that's fact From negativity you drink in darkness lies your bread and joy miseries and fears you seek to share cause your souls lies in pain In cancerous fears you scheme and plot your ****** evils ploys Cause it destroys you to see goodness whilst your souls' in chain Weak corrupted dark and damaged subjugated to lucifers noise Gnarled old wrinkled before your years you envy my young looks Borne of inner joy and unafraid pious calm pathetics  spit zombie Too sick to know a clear conscience never pines or fears like crooks Pure and noble emotions caters no dirt or negativities like loonies Dignity and integrity offers granite to malevolent duds and hooks
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Eve and Judas Incorp Ltd......
Maybe your mothers and fathers do not know right from wrong Maybe those that birth you cannot tell real from unreal The apples do not fall far from the trees that we know all along So no surprise when off-springs and all fall into the reel Unable to decipher the lost and damaged from their midst adorn My mother washed me in truth, honesty, sincerity and real love That's the only path that graces the soul and makes humanity So all my life I know what's real, true, honest from all else above You walk your path and serve your gods in all their profanity Your festered minds and putrid brains is not like mine thereof In superficial abodes, your falseness lies fakery has confused you No truth or honesty exists all around only deceits and raw fear You rot from the inside and feed from poison not breastmilk too from start you're ****** your brains from chemicals they rear Spooks with semblance no substance, serving satan them born fools I know what's real what's true what's honest and sincere or not That is me from real bosoms raised in edifying values not falsity Come in thousands you stink from a mile off satan demons squat Sincerity truthfulness if erred makes amends not sit discordantly Real Humanity embraces love and peace not mortal duels that's fact From negativity you drink in darkness lies your bread and joy miseries and fears you seek to share cause your souls lies in pain In cancerous fears you scheme and plot your ****** evils ploys Cause it destroys you to see goodness whilst your souls' in chain Weak corrupted dark and damaged subjugated to lucifers noise Gnarled old wrinkled before your years you envy my young looks Borne of inner joy and unafraid pious calm pathetics  spit zombie Too sick to know a clear conscience never pines or fears like crooks Pure and noble emotions caters no dirt or negativities like loonies Dignity and integrity offers granite to malevolent duds and hooks
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its so what if i hate you i still want you to take care out of all fake love brought us i just miss the way you stare at me like you think ill stare back now its impossible for you to do that its hardest when i breathe out all of the air from my lungs while clinging to the bottom of this lake trying hard to die from either this pressure or whatever this death brings first to measure how much water i can keep in my lungs its brought me nothing now holding onto love like life its so simple living now life like the steady breeze i am coming out of the water a new man for living now they said i can choose anywhere i want to haunt but i chose the same spot where i used to kiss you when i would walk you home now every visitor that we get gets this strange feeling that i never had. of not being alone. babe i didnt dance for reckoning. i chanted for it and with my brethren at the time: hand in hand on the hill tasting carnal lust for the first night we kissed to romance andto redwine smoking out of the finest rosemary and most potent tyne i wish i could dream of my new love because i found a brand new rose and i got her good like the gods they thought i deserve it i would **** it up on the first time it came to town because my baby well she dont want me right now. i just dream of you or less scary things maybe a funeral for two. she says i scare her well just as well i only have seven years to live and die on this planet of hell 4 when i go to heaven. 777 i aint taking any angels with me and its just as well 666 but imagine one could save me an unstoppable redemption i appreciate beauty in grandeur divinity but yet i am banned in heaven - life is subliminal i could be a blade for these seven years maybe even for the Lord himself would sin be outweighed by all of that death and that when i sit in purgatory waiting to meet my makers i got the chance to fill out an application just like for one of my regular day jobs it said apply to do it all over again there would be only happiness guilt free or worries negativities and sorries. well BabyGirl i wouldnt i would only start anew and be different than you saw me depending on how i saw you from your video tape depending on the look on your face the nights i held you in our firey embrace and determine if that was just ****
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
to love or to hate you would be a crime
its so what if i hate you i still want you to take care out of all fake love brought us i just miss the way you stare at me like you think ill stare back now its impossible for you to do that its hardest when i breathe out all of the air from my lungs while clinging to the bottom of this lake trying hard to die from either this pressure or whatever this death brings first to measure how much water i can keep in my lungs its brought me nothing now holding onto love like life its so simple living now life like the steady breeze i am coming out of the water a new man for living now they said i can choose anywhere i want to haunt but i chose the same spot where i used to kiss you when i would walk you home now every visitor that we get gets this strange feeling that i never had. of not being alone. babe i didnt dance for reckoning. i chanted for it and with my brethren at the time: hand in hand on the hill tasting carnal lust for the first night we kissed to romance andto redwine smoking out of the finest rosemary and most potent tyne i wish i could dream of my new love because i found a brand new rose and i got her good like the gods they thought i deserve it i would **** it up on the first time it came to town because my baby well she dont want me right now. i just dream of you or less scary things maybe a funeral for two. she says i scare her well just as well i only have seven years to live and die on this planet of hell 4 when i go to heaven. 777 i aint taking any angels with me and its just as well 666 but imagine one could save me an unstoppable redemption i appreciate beauty in grandeur divinity but yet i am banned in heaven - life is subliminal i could be a blade for these seven years maybe even for the Lord himself would sin be outweighed by all of that death and that when i sit in purgatory waiting to meet my makers i got the chance to fill out an application just like for one of my regular day jobs it said apply to do it all over again there would be only happiness guilt free or worries negativities and sorries. well BabyGirl i wouldnt i would only start anew and be different than you saw me depending on how i saw you from your video tape depending on the look on your face the nights i held you in our firey embrace and determine if that was just ****
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By Arcassin Burnham Archery pro and just hit the target of poverty, And probably, I'll be out of here before the cops notice I'm vandalizing, Painting a picture for the up risers, Better take a seat, Almost like first class, Most airlines don't have phobias for flyers, Keep an open mind, Your negativities closed, Your eyes open, Letting suspense unfold, And unravel, And somehow collapse, I may have had bad experiences, But human beings are futile at that, But now let's rewind it back, I remember you said you'd never be like them, Would not talk their language, Or do drugs with them, Keep following them and you'll end up dead or walking with a limp.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
"Open Mind"
She appeared when I was lonely, she saw through my wounds closely; I was pretending to be fine but I wasn't, I told myself I had moved on but I hadn't, but she knew it all, her heart was pure enough to see it all. Unknowingly she came up to me took my hand and asked to me see to feel, what love meant; to me she was an angel god sent. She showered me with love that I never knew, she served me the peach tea herself she brewed its fragrance that still lingers in my mind And all these years I still haven't been able to find, although it is not necessary anymore She rests in my heart core. She knew how to look into my eyes. She knew how to make my lips curve in a smile. It was new for me to express I was willing to do anything for her to impress. I wasn't aware of this feeling, While thinking about her I was smiling.. maybe cause' my wounds were healing, this heart used to pound when ears hear her voice, lovely as she was, to not love her there wasn't a choice. All her insecurities All her negativities', seemed lovely to me, I wanted to serve her the whole world, wanted to see her eyes shine more than a pearl. I wanted to **** her tears wanted to absorb all her fears Then to hear her chuckles. Her smell was the scent of blossom her cheeks were glower than the moon. Her lips redden as the rose I wonder about the taste of her gloss. Wish I could play her my favorite tune, Although I lacked, she'd still flatter me. I wanted feel her up close was never able to tell her these, So today I wrote it in pieces.. maybe if she reads it someday; I hope it would be a spring day, cause she blossomed like flowers Wish I were her bower. I know while saying this I might seem a juvenile but my dear, I just know I've always longed to see you smile.
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May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC
Just to see you Smile
She appeared when I was lonely, she saw through my wounds closely; I was pretending to be fine but I wasn't, I told myself I had moved on but I hadn't, but she knew it all, her heart was pure enough to see it all. Unknowingly she came up to me took my hand and asked to me see to feel, what love meant; to me she was an angel god sent. She showered me with love that I never knew, she served me the peach tea herself she brewed its fragrance that still lingers in my mind And all these years I still haven't been able to find, although it is not necessary anymore She rests in my heart core. She knew how to look into my eyes. She knew how to make my lips curve in a smile. It was new for me to express I was willing to do anything for her to impress. I wasn't aware of this feeling, While thinking about her I was smiling.. maybe cause' my wounds were healing, this heart used to pound when ears hear her voice, lovely as she was, to not love her there wasn't a choice. All her insecurities All her negativities', seemed lovely to me, I wanted to serve her the whole world, wanted to see her eyes shine more than a pearl. I wanted to **** her tears wanted to absorb all her fears Then to hear her chuckles. Her smell was the scent of blossom her cheeks were glower than the moon. Her lips redden as the rose I wonder about the taste of her gloss. Wish I could play her my favorite tune, Although I lacked, she'd still flatter me. I wanted feel her up close was never able to tell her these, So today I wrote it in pieces.. maybe if she reads it someday; I hope it would be a spring day, cause she blossomed like flowers Wish I were her bower. I know while saying this I might seem a juvenile but my dear, I just know I've always longed to see you smile.
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Oh midnight muse of mine, The clock ticks by, yet, seems frozen in time Your gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think you can, I know you can, feel yourself shine I think you can, I know you can, allow your dreams to align." Just as the day's about to break my spiritual back And I lay down to obsess about all that I lack, We deeply connect through channels unknown My inner self ignites, burning deep down to the bone I feel a warmth entangle every inner part of me, Those that said there is nothing I can have, do or be, And when it grabs hold of these negativities, They sieze and melt instantaneously. What a wonder it is to watch your flame burn Who knew, that by watching, I, too, would yearn To fervently learn. A hunger for more begins to stir Driving me, forcing me, inspiring these words. Oh midnight muse of mine, you release me from this box we call time and, in this eternal and bliss-filled stasis, Creativity, gratitude, and love are my basis What a foundation to build upon, so strong and so true On which I will build a bridge beaming towards you. Though my eye lids flutter with ever increasing weight I am gently pulled forward by the energy you eminate Into a world where I am absolutely free No shackles or lack pulls or binds this new me Goodnight, midnight muse of mine Shall we meet again? Same place? Same time? I need not hear an answer for I feel it so loud I will join you now behind this familiar dark shroud My gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think I can, I know I can, feel myself shine I think I can, I know I can, thanks to you, midnight muse of mine." - BPW 12/24/2013
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Midnight Muse of Mine
Oh midnight muse of mine, The clock ticks by, yet, seems frozen in time Your gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think you can, I know you can, feel yourself shine I think you can, I know you can, allow your dreams to align." Just as the day's about to break my spiritual back And I lay down to obsess about all that I lack, We deeply connect through channels unknown My inner self ignites, burning deep down to the bone I feel a warmth entangle every inner part of me, Those that said there is nothing I can have, do or be, And when it grabs hold of these negativities, They sieze and melt instantaneously. What a wonder it is to watch your flame burn Who knew, that by watching, I, too, would yearn To fervently learn. A hunger for more begins to stir Driving me, forcing me, inspiring these words. Oh midnight muse of mine, you release me from this box we call time and, in this eternal and bliss-filled stasis, Creativity, gratitude, and love are my basis What a foundation to build upon, so strong and so true On which I will build a bridge beaming towards you. Though my eye lids flutter with ever increasing weight I am gently pulled forward by the energy you eminate Into a world where I am absolutely free No shackles or lack pulls or binds this new me Goodnight, midnight muse of mine Shall we meet again? Same place? Same time? I need not hear an answer for I feel it so loud I will join you now behind this familiar dark shroud My gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme "I think I can, I know I can, feel myself shine I think I can, I know I can, thanks to you, midnight muse of mine." - BPW 12/24/2013
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I am a stone immortal No work of erosion can seep through my cracks Like I'm covered by the love of my mother in a Lacquer Peep the sayings of old world negativities with a nonchalant dilemma Riding this saddle ***** shrouded and denim and leather You can not play the game I will lead myself astray on a road born of dirt and blind footstep I cannot believe or follow I cannot fathom colors I have a non existent black covering my gaze Still I press May I rest The good die young They say But I'm allergic to living forever Still I am a stone immortal Ever crack and every break you make from other stones rocks and pebbles You will not You can not You couldn't even perceive to insist and persist the same or other methods to make me break For every path that's walked I choose the one that will make me falter and dare I to attack My stone is immortal with eyes as black as sun Stick to me like toasted oats I'll make it burn with poison oak So believe me when I spit and slur my words to sound Hear the echo less speech of kings yet to be Then hear my roar raspy ruffled and deep I'm a stone who can't see anyone cheap This stone will attack the unsweeten with its iron side and pile drive if you want the upper hand Starve me till my saliva taste early sweet with calories all for me like the best snack or a favorite treat I'm still the stone immortal see where I can't see the rich or cheap
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Stone immortal
Have you ever had that one moment? That one time? When you thought "Everything is fine now" When all the negativities in your life paused...Finally!!! But than you came across another hurricane. Twice as destructive. The first one hits the moment God opened my eyes, and it lasted for thirteen years. I tried to escape, but I couldn't Mom shackled me along her addictions. She locked me away in her basement, and filled it up with tear gas. So I went to high school in the states under grandma's order. Away from my alcoholic mother Away from the torture Away from the screaming Away from the bleeding and beatings. I finally escaped from this wasteland, and now I am in a garden of roses. Thank you grandma!!! I found peace I saw the world from a different perspective, and never had to drink that salt water again. But, I am back now. Back to the birthplace of my nightmares. And I brought souvenirs, peace and I are friends now. Wooh!!! Wooh!!! Huh! Huh! Not so fast young man. Grandma, why is my calf been numb for the last five years? Son are you saying what I think your saying? So eventually, I found out that I have been dealing with leprosy, a life threatening disease. I've had it for five to ten years max the Doc says. To find better days, one must fight through the storm. To find peace, one must swim through their tears. And I have my whole life a head of me. Tomorrow is a mystery, but I will hold on hope.
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
I Will Hold On Hope
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don't need Feelings that I won't surrender reside in my heart There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving I can't suppress the overflowing urge, because my heart is very wanting "Lies", "fear", "emptiness", "grief", I'm not so weak that I'm Gripped by all these kinds of negativities, I'm a trickster who knows no solitude Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can't see any stars I ask myself "aren't you lost?" The city is smeared with overflowing things It's not something that's unrealistic At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I've got in my hand Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it The day that I have my ideals within my grasp It's accepted in this world that "righteousness" has it's limits; and withering is foolishly the same way Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called "myself" Piercing through simplicity, one day it will change into reality I want to continue to obstinately believe, it's just my faith. The absolute truth.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Never Ending Nightmare
Done with all the negativities, Done with fake people, Done with this winter, Done with you, And, done with my life.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
I am done!
Within a casket of echoes does the mirage of       truth become stained into a conciseness of delusions.                  But still they are slaves.. Altercations of past inclinations that merit, reflection of                           misguided minds. But with no morals they digress,       standing on illusions of nothingness. Where another doesn't tread,                       fed to others delusions of negativities prompting lies upon lie with no merit only golden goblets drinking upon the weakness of others.
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Broken Words Falter On Contradiction
One said: It changes your outlook of life. Alters your lifestyle somewhat. Other said: It’s your choice. You can either do it or don’t. I choose to be trustworthy. I am indeed happy right now with what we have, and what we don’t have. I choose to be simply happy. I shun negativities. I neglect those who are unhappy for me. Even if they say that they are, I can feel evil and jealousy. That is not happiness. I choose to stay away. I have tons of people around me who share the smiles, the blissful mood and they too share back their warm hearts. I am enlightened now. Elucidated. I am not scared of choosing the right actions and feelings. Letting things be keeps me up; Keeps me not analysing more. Retains my sanity. I choose you. I choose to enjoy love. I have you in my life now and it becomes fuller. Makes me grow. I choose to grow happier.
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Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
Having You In My Life Now
Am in Africa, An African Being Precisely, Born Of Originality.... Hate to Hates, I Don't Criticize, I Don't Mock, I Don't Cheat, I Don't Hate, I Don't Moles, I Don't Discriminate, I Don't Intimidate, I Can't Lie, I Trust, to Be Trusted, I Accommodate, in order to Be Accommodated... I Speaks Truth for I Am Trustful... So Kin Of Honesty, Next Of Kin to Life.... I Am Whom GOD Says I Am... I Am John Kore Ajibola By Name... The One And Only Jakore Of Africa... The Awesome Being That The Earth Were Blessed With... I Am A Bless To Life And Natures... I Am Blessed To You... I Am From Nigeria, Down Through the South-Western Side, Were You Could Find LAGOS, IBADAN...ILESHA...EKITI AND AKURE..... Were Life Is At Ease For Any Being that Cares To Learn...Life Is A Teacher, The More We Breath, The More We Learn...Silence Is Golden I Believed Inn... Where GOD Is... I Am Born To Love, In Other to Beloved, While GOD Is Love.... May GOD Enriched Our Days Ahead IJN..!! You're Specially Welcome to Thy Word Of All Positivities...I Have Phobias For Every Negativities... I Have Love....I Give Love.. I Share Love... I Prefer Love... Where GOD Is Our Strength... GOD Is Love... Peace And Love... GOD With Us.!!!
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
GOD IS OUR STRENGTH. GOD IS LOVE ... GOD WITH US.!!
you call me pretty and I deny it humbly then you say you wanna **** me, so we agree to hang out the next day. impulsive as I was that night, I was hesitant and indecisive in the morning. you tell me it’s hard to kiss me, because I’m not an easy stranger like all the other girls you’ve slept with. I’m someone with a heart and you know I have a brain. despite my capacity and our compatibility, you would never commit to me, it’s not even worth a try. we both know this, and you lay me down anyways. while you smother me in kisses and compliments, my mind is raking through doubts and worries. the emotional side of my mind overpowers my need for affection. so I pull your lips from my neck and tell you not today. it’s always too much thought, and not enough action. — a new idea pops into my head. I can picture it now; illustrative and colorful, a masterpiece waiting to be drawn out quickly denied by darting self-doubt. I’m already questioning my skills as an artist before I even attempt to put my pen to the paper. I never think I’m good enough, it’s always ‘scrap that’. everyday it’s a battle of getting my thoughts into pictures and quickly giving up and turning them instead into words which never fail me. am I even an artist if I’m scared of my own work? it’s always too much thought, and not enough action. — I know the different between what I want and what I need, yet I push aside ‘minor’ details and negativities for a fix, a fill, a drag, a sip; for temporary numbing and partial satisfaction. will I ever get what I deserve? the question is, will I ever let myself find it? I’m too busy wasting time getting trashed with the wrong people, avoiding the challenges I face with my art, and giving up my body to people too afraid of commitment. I claim to know my worth, yet you don’t see me dropping or quitting lustful nights and regretful mornings. or pushing myself to work harder instead of sulk in my bed. when will I have had enough? it’s always too much thought, and not enough action.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
too much thought, not enough action
you call me pretty and I deny it humbly then you say you wanna **** me, so we agree to hang out the next day. impulsive as I was that night, I was hesitant and indecisive in the morning. you tell me it’s hard to kiss me, because I’m not an easy stranger like all the other girls you’ve slept with. I’m someone with a heart and you know I have a brain. despite my capacity and our compatibility, you would never commit to me, it’s not even worth a try. we both know this, and you lay me down anyways. while you smother me in kisses and compliments, my mind is raking through doubts and worries. the emotional side of my mind overpowers my need for affection. so I pull your lips from my neck and tell you not today. it’s always too much thought, and not enough action. — a new idea pops into my head. I can picture it now; illustrative and colorful, a masterpiece waiting to be drawn out quickly denied by darting self-doubt. I’m already questioning my skills as an artist before I even attempt to put my pen to the paper. I never think I’m good enough, it’s always ‘scrap that’. everyday it’s a battle of getting my thoughts into pictures and quickly giving up and turning them instead into words which never fail me. am I even an artist if I’m scared of my own work? it’s always too much thought, and not enough action. — I know the different between what I want and what I need, yet I push aside ‘minor’ details and negativities for a fix, a fill, a drag, a sip; for temporary numbing and partial satisfaction. will I ever get what I deserve? the question is, will I ever let myself find it? I’m too busy wasting time getting trashed with the wrong people, avoiding the challenges I face with my art, and giving up my body to people too afraid of commitment. I claim to know my worth, yet you don’t see me dropping or quitting lustful nights and regretful mornings. or pushing myself to work harder instead of sulk in my bed. when will I have had enough? it’s always too much thought, and not enough action.
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i have got a focus one that causes these eyes to be elated elevated, so to dilate all that is my being yet I stutter in seeing as you capture these snapshots slowing my shutter speed to lead these negativities from undeveloped to developed colored pictures images that were once black and white gradient mediums of grayscale tones followed by forgetting loans that were reeled matinees that i paid with patient polaroid instances of being too much of a gentlemen counting 1-2-3 cheese - ready smile but these cheeses are too aged long forgotten It's been one of those long travels where reaching point B has no words but to allow smiling instinctively now even before you raise that camera to eye, my eye level focusing on taking this picture there is a reason a smile is worth a thousand words that we share the moment and share the life because we take pictures with people we want to remember preserving past our memories because in a flash we loose sight for an instance all those, worries, and concerns reflecting happiness to ourselves so when you open that envelope of pictures for the first time at the one hour photo place or dust off that old album remember time and again you have brought out the best in me
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Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 1:57 AM UTC
Our Photographers
There seems to be no where out of this Confusing state of mind. Everywhere I go, I feel like I've left you behind... You feel so right to me, Your beauty makes me blind To the looming negativities That are there for me to find... On and on I wish it could go. 'Til our bodies are pulsating. Senses racing, Eyes fixating, Upon each other... And then embracing, Holding tight... Kiss, lick, kiss, lick; On and on into the night.
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Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
Bane of Beauty
How can you be alone when you are surrounded by loved ones who keep pushing you to make good decisions? Is to be alone a curse or something even more sinister? Like the villain you were caught believing you were the hero this whole time. What a waste! Gone are the days of innocence when adulthood rears its sneaky head manipulating everyone’s bodies to grow older as you watch. Loneliness is a state of being unwanted whereas aloneness is oneness unless it becomes insanity unless it becomes a burden and the hedonist demons start to play unravel their spiked red tails and whip your sore shins into a sorry state of absurd oblivion. Unsanctioned, that’s what being alone really means even when surrounded by great people it becomes a selfish need. If it were possible you would leave this villainous life style and become wind or sea or sky in order to dissipate your cells and let caution breed kissing your petty sorrows goodbye. When being alone is nothing more than a personal choice gone sour It is conflicting as the need to stay alive knowing you are the bad guy in the story never to be the victor only the victim. The one that loses at your own cankerous game of depression. Ha! What does it mean to be alone at this age? It means an infinite of possibilities to the point that is becomes dangerous and all the skills you’ve ever known are useless here in the wilderness of nightmares. They all have beady red eyes. They all have thick red horns. They all want your full attention. They all want your heart shorn. They all want your blood and veins and skin and brains. But be warned! For they find you just when you’ve realized you’re the only villain in your life and the only hero too. There’s ways to get out it’s true it’s true but you are seduced by your notorious negativities that urge you to stop before you’ve even began. So what’s a little girl like you supposed to do in a feral life unplanned?
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
Alone
How can you be alone when you are surrounded by loved ones who keep pushing you to make good decisions? Is to be alone a curse or something even more sinister? Like the villain you were caught believing you were the hero this whole time. What a waste! Gone are the days of innocence when adulthood rears its sneaky head manipulating everyone’s bodies to grow older as you watch. Loneliness is a state of being unwanted whereas aloneness is oneness unless it becomes insanity unless it becomes a burden and the hedonist demons start to play unravel their spiked red tails and whip your sore shins into a sorry state of absurd oblivion. Unsanctioned, that’s what being alone really means even when surrounded by great people it becomes a selfish need. If it were possible you would leave this villainous life style and become wind or sea or sky in order to dissipate your cells and let caution breed kissing your petty sorrows goodbye. When being alone is nothing more than a personal choice gone sour It is conflicting as the need to stay alive knowing you are the bad guy in the story never to be the victor only the victim. The one that loses at your own cankerous game of depression. Ha! What does it mean to be alone at this age? It means an infinite of possibilities to the point that is becomes dangerous and all the skills you’ve ever known are useless here in the wilderness of nightmares. They all have beady red eyes. They all have thick red horns. They all want your full attention. They all want your heart shorn. They all want your blood and veins and skin and brains. But be warned! For they find you just when you’ve realized you’re the only villain in your life and the only hero too. There’s ways to get out it’s true it’s true but you are seduced by your notorious negativities that urge you to stop before you’ve even began. So what’s a little girl like you supposed to do in a feral life unplanned?
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I'm here with writers block not knowing what to say or do, you got me ****** up and a little confused.     I really like you a lot I don't know why, cause you always somehow leave me unsatisfied. And I'm not talking about *** so get your mind out the gutter, I know we're not in a relationship but somehow I feel like you have another. You make no time for me not even a little bit, sooner or later I will get tired of this **** For now let's leave all the negativities behind, I appreciated the first day I met you because who knew down the road we would intertwine. You caught me by surprise with just the look of your dreamy eyes, starring back at me I must admit you had me mesmerized. Your smile is the cherry ontop, those beautiful soft lips that I can kiss non-stop..     Not going to get into furthur details beause from this you should have a clue, the feelings that I actually have for you. just for you xo
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
YOU
The hypocrisy of your thoughts Remembering your own flaws Tear yourself apart so often When you can't even quit your ego Out of relationships, you run Messed up with your own insecurities You want someone to find you perfect Unable to eradicate your own negativities You wish someone could ignore your defect How can you expect love from someone else When your own life is on the broken shelf? You wonder if anybody could ever love you When you cannot even love yourself While you see people smoking and drinking You think they're being so cool Comparing to them, you think you're dumb Unaware that they're the biggest  fools Tired up with your own challenges You want someone to think you're strong Unable to even prove yourself You wish nobody assumes you wrong How can you expect love from someone else When your own life is on the broken shelf? You wonder if anybody could ever love you When you cannot even love yourself You see people who inspire you You watch everything they dare Yet you think you can't do any better It is in you what you're looking out there Torn up with your own failures You want somebody to appreciate you Unable to even accept the challenges You wish to be daring like quite a few How can you expect love from someone else When your own life is on the broken shelf? You wonder if anybody could ever love you When you cannot even love yourself -By Sarah Khan
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Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
The Love that you seek is within you!
I feel it. That small seed of doubt. I feel it. That sapling as it grows, whispering negativities in my ear. I feel it. As it wraps its vines around my heart, a false kind of love. I feel it. As it takes over my brain, manipulating the world around me. I feel it. As it runs through my veins, turning red to black until there’s nowhere to hide. Will you be my pesticide?
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
Will You Be My Pesticide?
Take a shot and you start thinking Take two and sit back Take another and think some more Now there's nothing that you lack. It's like medicine to your body Finally found a cure Consumption at its capacity You've never been so sure. You feel the effects begin It's gone into your blood Traveling through your veins It's like a ****** flood. Flooding your mind and soul Ridding you of all humanely qualities Begging and pleading for a little more Just a little more to rid the negativities. Relaxation at its best You've now lost control So lay your fragile body to rest.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Side Effects
She was not morning girl.. She started off with morning walk... Laughing on insecurities.. Swallowing all negativities.. Swapping her priorities.. She finally changed..... Talking herself late nights... Following her intuitions... Fed up of being judged... Opting for being loved... She finally changed... When nothing was approprite.. When her surroundings were not thy great... She decided to no further bound.. Getting free from all mundane.... She finally changed...
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
She finally changed..