"neglections" poems - Hello Poetry

Surprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections. The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything. In and out noises make skin feel absent. Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying. Fiction plays with the mind. A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain. A burned out shell filled with smoke and **** Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty. They beg for an ending that seems fitting. Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.

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Apr 8, 2011

Apr 8, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC

james-tuohy

Cracked Reflection

Surprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections. The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything. In and out noises make skin feel absent. Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying. Fiction plays with the mind. A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain. A burned out shell filled with smoke and **** Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty. They beg for an ending that seems fitting. Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.

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Face not the version of yourself That begs you to melt into the molds of inactivity and content Face not the man in the mirror who beckons you "Time is enough, time will let be" These are faces of you That I clearly bear too And these versions of me tell Of a clear blue well Of reflections with a face And versions I need to chase The same man of fires blazing The same man of passions razing Weaknesses and twin demons That if I let be, will raise legions Of more neglections of me Those I do not wish to ever see Strip the shell that covers the strength Time is a length well traveled, see We seem we're baffled by how much we try But if you look closely at you and you It might be clear and finally true The timely definition Of I

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC

TheModernHippie

I

Face not the version of yourself That begs you to melt into the molds of inactivity and content Face not the man in the mirror who beckons you "Time is enough, time will let be" These are faces of you That I clearly bear too And these versions of me tell Of a clear blue well Of reflections with a face And versions I need to chase The same man of fires blazing The same man of passions razing Weaknesses and twin demons That if I let be, will raise legions Of more neglections of me Those I do not wish to ever see Strip the shell that covers the strength Time is a length well traveled, see We seem we're baffled by how much we try But if you look closely at you and you It might be clear and finally true The timely definition Of I

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As a boy thinks about his durations Of walking through his field of striped carnations He spots one that was different than the rest It was of a lovely color which we all know is best He was stunned of the beauty as he froze As he starred at the magnificent rose The boy became active again And soon his walk came to an end In his mind trying to retain The past compassion he had spend With life filled with neglections and rejections To where he had posed imperfections With curious thought he ought to sought Which he hope wouldn't end in naught But as nature always deny The one thing he wants of endless supply Only to be buried Discarded by many With emotions so varied And unseen by any So as he reaches for the flower With his mind so sour The rose transform into the others When given the druthers So the boy remains alone In his house not known

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC

kyle-mooneyhamws

Unloved

As a boy thinks about his durations Of walking through his field of striped carnations He spots one that was different than the rest It was of a lovely color which we all know is best He was stunned of the beauty as he froze As he starred at the magnificent rose The boy became active again And soon his walk came to an end In his mind trying to retain The past compassion he had spend With life filled with neglections and rejections To where he had posed imperfections With curious thought he ought to sought Which he hope wouldn't end in naught But as nature always deny The one thing he wants of endless supply Only to be buried Discarded by many With emotions so varied And unseen by any So as he reaches for the flower With his mind so sour The rose transform into the others When given the druthers So the boy remains alone In his house not known

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Shalla is the name The name I hear Shalla my dear My love My hope The dreams of fear The dreams of fear bring Shalla more dear The lights that reflect Shalla to my eye The darkness neglects the panic and shy The dreams of darkness aspire my mind To neglect the dreams without Shalla The dreams that hurt my soul and core The dreams I neglect to accept false lore Shalla my dear The only name that fills my bones Joy, contentment, and lust The name I hear I’ll always hold dear For Shalla could turn to dust Long after The storm is gone The mangled corpse of Shalla My lovely swan My pride My joy My bride My love My trust My dreams My swan My dove I’m driven to pain Inescapable clenching Of remorse and broken opportunities With the only one I could hold dear Shalla is gone forever Shalla my dear The dreams come back And so I here The true lore that brought me fear My neglections blinded me Drove me to denial Brined me and sliced me open So vile That beast I neglected for so long Showed me that Shalla meant more More than I knew More than I thought Shalla my swan Shalla the eternal torch I extinguished by my lack of thought I ignored her and murdered her I left her to rot My dear Shalla The fault is mine My beast My carnage My venom My toxin My death My hate My fears My tears My neglections of true horrors My ignorance brought me your death

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May 9, 2018

May 9, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC

Dudepop51

Shalla

Shalla is the name The name I hear Shalla my dear My love My hope The dreams of fear The dreams of fear bring Shalla more dear The lights that reflect Shalla to my eye The darkness neglects the panic and shy The dreams of darkness aspire my mind To neglect the dreams without Shalla The dreams that hurt my soul and core The dreams I neglect to accept false lore Shalla my dear The only name that fills my bones Joy, contentment, and lust The name I hear I’ll always hold dear For Shalla could turn to dust Long after The storm is gone The mangled corpse of Shalla My lovely swan My pride My joy My bride My love My trust My dreams My swan My dove I’m driven to pain Inescapable clenching Of remorse and broken opportunities With the only one I could hold dear Shalla is gone forever Shalla my dear The dreams come back And so I here The true lore that brought me fear My neglections blinded me Drove me to denial Brined me and sliced me open So vile That beast I neglected for so long Showed me that Shalla meant more More than I knew More than I thought Shalla my swan Shalla the eternal torch I extinguished by my lack of thought I ignored her and murdered her I left her to rot My dear Shalla The fault is mine My beast My carnage My venom My toxin My death My hate My fears My tears My neglections of true horrors My ignorance brought me your death

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Knock-knock Who's there? Leave it, you do not care.. Say what?.. The moment we do any blunder You torture us with hunter We always show loyalty But there are more cases of your cruelty "Came from my mother's womb Thinking I would love it, Beaten me, separated me & all I saw was doom" "From Ambanis to Jonas I became a mere piece of showiness" We know you're more fit I guess this is why you still refer us with "it" Inhuman to us in many ways Thus our number decreases on new days Did neglections, rituals and even rapes A mankind so contaminated by people without capes..

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC

pratham127

ANIMAL ABUSE

Knock-knock Who's there? Leave it, you do not care.. Say what?.. The moment we do any blunder You torture us with hunter We always show loyalty But there are more cases of your cruelty "Came from my mother's womb Thinking I would love it, Beaten me, separated me & all I saw was doom" "From Ambanis to Jonas I became a mere piece of showiness" We know you're more fit I guess this is why you still refer us with "it" Inhuman to us in many ways Thus our number decreases on new days Did neglections, rituals and even rapes A mankind so contaminated by people without capes..

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