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PLEDGE TO NIGERIA By: Adigun Temitope Idealism From between heaven and earth stand a perilous place Where poverty kicked us on face Tears stand as our drinks Where hunger eat up our meals Our pain is a poisonous laughter Where sadness becomes our daily activities Where hardship becomes our ambition And sorrow our career Still, we need to pledge to Nigeria Blood, bone and oil, Are the pedestal of earth Where killing is a lifestyle And ****** a hobby Where humiliation becomes our take home And misfortune our store-house Where graduate works by the road-side Where poverty is titillating and titivating before the mirror of our land Yet we need to pledge to Nigeria Pledge to Nigeria Even when the birds refuses to sing, When moon dims its light, When our days turn into nights When sun fails to shine And flowers refuse to bloom When life fails to give reasons When dreams refuse to forgive When the weep inside birth the smile outside When tears wash hope from our sight Nigeria must still be pledge to I pledge to Nigeria Not to be one if the ambassadors that sing the National Anthem with a teleprompter smiling at them in a shameful tears I pledge not to be a naked masquerade dancing at the village square I pledge to steal government money for the poor when I become the President I pledge to be loyal and not betrayal I pledge to fight off vices and calamities with my pen If democracy must to end I pledge to go crazy to stop it to the end If civilization was to make us stupid I pledge to swim in stupidity not to be civilised I pledge, I pledge ©2015 Adigun Temitope Idealism (Deacon) #Muse #PurposefulPoetry #BPM #IIB #Asaplanet #ThoughtAndSociety #Poetfreak blackpridemagazin.simplesite.com @blackpridemag1
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
adigun-temitope-idealism
MY PLEDGE TO NIGERIA
PLEDGE TO NIGERIA By: Adigun Temitope Idealism From between heaven and earth stand a perilous place Where poverty kicked us on face Tears stand as our drinks Where hunger eat up our meals Our pain is a poisonous laughter Where sadness becomes our daily activities Where hardship becomes our ambition And sorrow our career Still, we need to pledge to Nigeria Blood, bone and oil, Are the pedestal of earth Where killing is a lifestyle And ****** a hobby Where humiliation becomes our take home And misfortune our store-house Where graduate works by the road-side Where poverty is titillating and titivating before the mirror of our land Yet we need to pledge to Nigeria Pledge to Nigeria Even when the birds refuses to sing, When moon dims its light, When our days turn into nights When sun fails to shine And flowers refuse to bloom When life fails to give reasons When dreams refuse to forgive When the weep inside birth the smile outside When tears wash hope from our sight Nigeria must still be pledge to I pledge to Nigeria Not to be one if the ambassadors that sing the National Anthem with a teleprompter smiling at them in a shameful tears I pledge not to be a naked masquerade dancing at the village square I pledge to steal government money for the poor when I become the President I pledge to be loyal and not betrayal I pledge to fight off vices and calamities with my pen If democracy must to end I pledge to go crazy to stop it to the end If civilization was to make us stupid I pledge to swim in stupidity not to be civilised I pledge, I pledge ©2015 Adigun Temitope Idealism (Deacon) #Muse #PurposefulPoetry #BPM #IIB #Asaplanet #ThoughtAndSociety #Poetfreak blackpridemagazin.simplesite.com @blackpridemag1
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This was written by a friend if mine on poetfreak,but unfortunately the website has been shutdown. :-| PART ONE: She sat in the back, Her head in a book Oblivious to us, and our curious looks. She wore dark blue headphones plugged into her phone elbows propped on the desk that wasn't her own. Her hair was bright purple it was really a sight I had never seen hair, so purple or bright. The room filled with whispers 'till the teacher walked in. We all quickly went silent, waited for class to begin. He talked about integers but I didn't care. For my only focus, was on her, and her hair. PART TWO: Class soon finished, with the sound of the bell. We all got up to leave, she got up as well. She grabbed her bag, and marked a page in her book then she left the classroom, without another look. I could see her in the hall of course she stood out. there weren't too many kids, with purple hair about. But then she was gone, she'd walked through a door. and I was left staring at where she'd stood just before. I wanted to follow her, but I didn't dare. I'd grown far too curious of that girl and her hair. PART THREE: School became exciting it was never a bore for now there was a girl who wasn't there before. I woke every morning desperate for a look at that purple haired girl, reading one of her books. I almost talked to her once, but my courage soon passed so I settled for seeing her in Mr. Loo's class. Where every now and then, I could get in a quick stare at that beautiful girl and her beautiful hair. PART FOUR: We talked about her, my friends and me. About the purple haired girl and who she might be. She was a mystery to us, turned our grade upside down. And yet I was happy the girl was around. Soon it all went back to normal and they all no longer cared about that mysterious girl and her mysterious hair. PART FIVE: November flew by, then winter break came. and still I didn't even know that girl's name. But I knew her face, and I knew green eyes. I knew there was a real girl, behind that purple disguise. I knew all her classes. I knew she walked home. I knew she didn't talk to anyone, she was always alone. I knew she was pretty, in a purple-haired way. And I knew she was always the best part of my day. And above all I knew, I could no longer just look at the purple-haired girl as she looked at some book. So that first day back, I got out of my chair and walked up to the girl, with the bright purple hair.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
HaylenHollers
The girl with purple hair 1-5
This was written by a friend if mine on poetfreak,but unfortunately the website has been shutdown. :-| PART ONE: She sat in the back, Her head in a book Oblivious to us, and our curious looks. She wore dark blue headphones plugged into her phone elbows propped on the desk that wasn't her own. Her hair was bright purple it was really a sight I had never seen hair, so purple or bright. The room filled with whispers 'till the teacher walked in. We all quickly went silent, waited for class to begin. He talked about integers but I didn't care. For my only focus, was on her, and her hair. PART TWO: Class soon finished, with the sound of the bell. We all got up to leave, she got up as well. She grabbed her bag, and marked a page in her book then she left the classroom, without another look. I could see her in the hall of course she stood out. there weren't too many kids, with purple hair about. But then she was gone, she'd walked through a door. and I was left staring at where she'd stood just before. I wanted to follow her, but I didn't dare. I'd grown far too curious of that girl and her hair. PART THREE: School became exciting it was never a bore for now there was a girl who wasn't there before. I woke every morning desperate for a look at that purple haired girl, reading one of her books. I almost talked to her once, but my courage soon passed so I settled for seeing her in Mr. Loo's class. Where every now and then, I could get in a quick stare at that beautiful girl and her beautiful hair. PART FOUR: We talked about her, my friends and me. About the purple haired girl and who she might be. She was a mystery to us, turned our grade upside down. And yet I was happy the girl was around. Soon it all went back to normal and they all no longer cared about that mysterious girl and her mysterious hair. PART FIVE: November flew by, then winter break came. and still I didn't even know that girl's name. But I knew her face, and I knew green eyes. I knew there was a real girl, behind that purple disguise. I knew all her classes. I knew she walked home. I knew she didn't talk to anyone, she was always alone. I knew she was pretty, in a purple-haired way. And I knew she was always the best part of my day. And above all I knew, I could no longer just look at the purple-haired girl as she looked at some book. So that first day back, I got out of my chair and walked up to the girl, with the bright purple hair.
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As so many of you have had difficulty purchasing “We Walked in His Garden” here at HP, I have decided to post the book in its entirety at Poetfreak (www.poetfreak.com). I do alas have one final request to ask of you all. As this project was initially intended to benefit The Matthew Talbot Hostel, a homeless shelter that was very dear to Paddy’s heart, I would ask that you please consider making a small donation to this worthy cause. The amount is entirely up to you. Checks in any currency may be made out to the Matthew Talbot Hostel and mailed to: The Matthew Talbot Hostel 22 Matthew Talbot Place, Woolloomooloo NSW 2011 Australia If you managed to purchase the book here, I assure you that 100% of what you paid will soon be on its way to them. Well, with this I must say goodbye for a while. I have some personal issues to attend that simply cannot wait any longer. You have all been wonderful throughout and have shown that although we may have very different ways of looking at the world, deep down, we are a family that truly cares about one another. When you think about it, there can be no greater honor to the memory of Paddy Martin than that. Patrick
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Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 6:42 AM UTC
the-paddy-martin-fellowship
We Walked in His Garden (now posted)
As so many of you have had difficulty purchasing “We Walked in His Garden” here at HP, I have decided to post the book in its entirety at Poetfreak (www.poetfreak.com). I do alas have one final request to ask of you all. As this project was initially intended to benefit The Matthew Talbot Hostel, a homeless shelter that was very dear to Paddy’s heart, I would ask that you please consider making a small donation to this worthy cause. The amount is entirely up to you. Checks in any currency may be made out to the Matthew Talbot Hostel and mailed to: The Matthew Talbot Hostel 22 Matthew Talbot Place, Woolloomooloo NSW 2011 Australia If you managed to purchase the book here, I assure you that 100% of what you paid will soon be on its way to them. Well, with this I must say goodbye for a while. I have some personal issues to attend that simply cannot wait any longer. You have all been wonderful throughout and have shown that although we may have very different ways of looking at the world, deep down, we are a family that truly cares about one another. When you think about it, there can be no greater honor to the memory of Paddy Martin than that. Patrick
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This is not a poem, in sorry for that. I just wish to ask if anyone that is still on poetfreak, what has happened with it being closed as of today? Poems can be saved but it seems it's life has been taken early.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
WiltingMoon
No poem. Question to people of poetfreak
This is not a poem, in sorry for that. I just wish to ask if anyone that is still on poetfreak, what has happened with it being closed as of today? Poems can be saved but it seems it's life has been taken early.
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I remember my first time writing on here I was nervous, scared and a tad naive This is my stomping ground My battling My push to give my everything The constant vibrant words being heard Now a poet grave yard, deserted I miss my poetry home The loud boisterous words constantly being thrown I came back It's my dysfunctional love, all I can say to that I feel Sentimental, never wanting to leave There should be no reminiscing about poetfreak Although, we stand here grieving
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Karajean
Poetfreak
I remember my first time writing on here I was nervous, scared and a tad naive This is my stomping ground My battling My push to give my everything The constant vibrant words being heard Now a poet grave yard, deserted I miss my poetry home The loud boisterous words constantly being thrown I came back It's my dysfunctional love, all I can say to that I feel Sentimental, never wanting to leave There should be no reminiscing about poetfreak Although, we stand here grieving
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-june 14 2014- Falling, falling, falling No destination No thoughts of climbing No plans of rescue Just an origin and the Tripping down an endless spiral Twisting, ripping limbs Soft arms frozen by murky darkness Scalding hands melting away Chewing at flesh Lukewarm lips, never aflame Forever longing to feel Stiff bones, still tendons A weak mind, flooded lungs Tongue ablaze with unborn thoughts Ringing ears with ghostly silence Beating heart, limp pulses Barely alive, just enough Catching the feeling Of leaving Of slipping Of falling ---ill be uploading all of my poems from poetfreak bc i don't want to lose them since the site is shutting down, so hurray for spam---
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
rachel-rae
contribution to relocation
-june 14 2014- Falling, falling, falling No destination No thoughts of climbing No plans of rescue Just an origin and the Tripping down an endless spiral Twisting, ripping limbs Soft arms frozen by murky darkness Scalding hands melting away Chewing at flesh Lukewarm lips, never aflame Forever longing to feel Stiff bones, still tendons A weak mind, flooded lungs Tongue ablaze with unborn thoughts Ringing ears with ghostly silence Beating heart, limp pulses Barely alive, just enough Catching the feeling Of leaving Of slipping Of falling ---ill be uploading all of my poems from poetfreak bc i don't want to lose them since the site is shutting down, so hurray for spam---
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Everything that has been happening so far is finally turning out somewhat okay, Or maybe that's just me thinking that it is. Today I stopped writing poetry, and just listened to music, and checked out poetfreak because it's full of drama and it's weird. I really like that site and the feel of that place. It's just how I imagined my favorite poem to be.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
chelsea-winter
Some poems are confusing
Everything that has been happening so far is finally turning out somewhat okay, Or maybe that's just me thinking that it is. Today I stopped writing poetry, and just listened to music, and checked out poetfreak because it's full of drama and it's weird. I really like that site and the feel of that place. It's just how I imagined my favorite poem to be.
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She is obscene, ******* inbetween I shouldn't haven't to explain what that means Only a handleful don't find her scary and overwelming Ok so I'm letting the angry apple flavoring do all the writing Who is really listening, honestly This psychotic chick will always be the one and only Sorry if you were expecting me to sing I suppose this was not enough Oh well I'll keep sipping while you're guesstimating the measures you should be taking Here's a secret, I mentally teeter totter unstably So does the rest of poetfreak Let's start a toast and forward the drinking
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Karajean
Kara Jean
She is obscene, ******* inbetween I shouldn't haven't to explain what that means Only a handleful don't find her scary and overwelming Ok so I'm letting the angry apple flavoring do all the writing Who is really listening, honestly This psychotic chick will always be the one and only Sorry if you were expecting me to sing I suppose this was not enough Oh well I'll keep sipping while you're guesstimating the measures you should be taking Here's a secret, I mentally teeter totter unstably So does the rest of poetfreak Let's start a toast and forward the drinking
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So it's been 3 months here, I still don't have all my gear. But through all our lovin', I've put a bun in Alice's oven. We don't know how long ago, Just that she is late on her flow. We did a pregnancy test, And the news came back the best. So we tried 2 more, Each time my jaw hit the floor. All I know now is she is my one, And it's time to start the fun. So as poetfreak dies, And everyone cries, I let out tears of joy, With a smile most coy.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
Dissonant-Whispers
As Poetfreak Dies a New Life is Born
So it's been 3 months here, I still don't have all my gear. But through all our lovin', I've put a bun in Alice's oven. We don't know how long ago, Just that she is late on her flow. We did a pregnancy test, And the news came back the best. So we tried 2 more, Each time my jaw hit the floor. All I know now is she is my one, And it's time to start the fun. So as poetfreak dies, And everyone cries, I let out tears of joy, With a smile most coy.
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Once a proud land of of purist words and poetry . Now has become the land where the trolls roam free . They have caused the Unicorns tears to flow . Now they will die within the hour didn't you know .
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
South-by-Southwest
Unicorn Tears (Poetfreak)
Once a proud land of of purist words and poetry . Now has become the land where the trolls roam free . They have caused the Unicorns tears to flow . Now they will die within the hour didn't you know .
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Welcome to poetfreak manor everyone's welcomed here as long as you never speak about your anger or fear please keep down the noise we like it nice and quiet please do not speak too loud you just might cause a riot we like to talk about flowers or talk about the lord we don't care if you're different we don't care if you're bored ==================================================== Welcome to our poet's humble haven you may hang your hat on the door but first, is your soul worth savin? first, what exactly are you here for? we are intolerant to other's belief we bow to only one holy grace likewise thinkers are such a relief anything else is way off base please join us in our holy crusade and do not show an individual voice your opinion is far out-weighed this is our site, this is our choice This is a series i am doing about people at a tiny site, that sit there and condemn others all day long. Since i am an activist, i am trying to change it. I am not talking about all religious people, just the bad ones as i see them. After all, couldn't a non-christian see them more clearly than they see themselves?
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
GaryL
Poetfreak Manor 2, and 3
Welcome to poetfreak manor everyone's welcomed here as long as you never speak about your anger or fear please keep down the noise we like it nice and quiet please do not speak too loud you just might cause a riot we like to talk about flowers or talk about the lord we don't care if you're different we don't care if you're bored ==================================================== Welcome to our poet's humble haven you may hang your hat on the door but first, is your soul worth savin? first, what exactly are you here for? we are intolerant to other's belief we bow to only one holy grace likewise thinkers are such a relief anything else is way off base please join us in our holy crusade and do not show an individual voice your opinion is far out-weighed this is our site, this is our choice This is a series i am doing about people at a tiny site, that sit there and condemn others all day long. Since i am an activist, i am trying to change it. I am not talking about all religious people, just the bad ones as i see them. After all, couldn't a non-christian see them more clearly than they see themselves?
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this one hates that one, and that one hates this one not as much poets, more like trifling fools it's all about the *** your kissing didn't you take time to read the rules?
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
GaryL
poetfreak show
this one hates that one, and that one hates this one not as much poets, more like trifling fools it's all about the *** your kissing didn't you take time to read the rules?
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A maniac is inside our gates putting more words to eat on our plates vandal of what we hold so dear who the hell let him in here i would put my house up for sale but i refuse to let reality prevail i surround myself with words of peace with the neighbor, who's house is on lease a new resident is on our block it's time to change and re-key the lock we need to keep the others out they're not about what we're about
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
GaryL
Poetfreak Manor 4 - Gate Crasher
A maniac is inside our gates putting more words to eat on our plates vandal of what we hold so dear who the hell let him in here i would put my house up for sale but i refuse to let reality prevail i surround myself with words of peace with the neighbor, who's house is on lease a new resident is on our block it's time to change and re-key the lock we need to keep the others out they're not about what we're about
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I'm not a poet; only a poetfreak. I know I won't be put in books Or go down as a great like Poe. But I don't care, because I don't need to impress I only care about making an impact to you. Yes, you! The one reading what I type. You're all that matters to me when I write. I don't refine my poems, I leave them raw Which means I'm not great at all Unless you like sushi or steak tartar
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
jack-jenkins
I'm Only a Poetfreak
I'm not a poet; only a poetfreak. I know I won't be put in books Or go down as a great like Poe. But I don't care, because I don't need to impress I only care about making an impact to you. Yes, you! The one reading what I type. You're all that matters to me when I write. I don't refine my poems, I leave them raw Which means I'm not great at all Unless you like sushi or steak tartar
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I guess all good things come to an end Writing poetry helps my heart to mend Poetfreak is my home and always will be Don't know what to do guess we'll wait and see It tears me up to hear the bad news It drives me deep down into the blues I have met so many good friends indeed There's always someone to confide when in need I never talked to anyone from halfway around the world Until I came here and the flowers in my heart uncurled I don't want this to be goodbye I wanna be forever friends And to walk in the light of life and love that never ends But there is still a long way to go And I will continue to let the poetry flow I know there are other places but this is home to me But I guess when it is finally over I'll have to let it be
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
chris-fortune
Ode To My Poetry Home
I guess all good things come to an end Writing poetry helps my heart to mend Poetfreak is my home and always will be Don't know what to do guess we'll wait and see It tears me up to hear the bad news It drives me deep down into the blues I have met so many good friends indeed There's always someone to confide when in need I never talked to anyone from halfway around the world Until I came here and the flowers in my heart uncurled I don't want this to be goodbye I wanna be forever friends And to walk in the light of life and love that never ends But there is still a long way to go And I will continue to let the poetry flow I know there are other places but this is home to me But I guess when it is finally over I'll have to let it be
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A poetry site? Really? My words and thoughts are so much more inappropriate Than the others? Fearful that I might subvert the poets? Tear them from their pain and longing Steal their happy moments With my words Really? You have no idea how your cowardice ****** me off You in your fear cannot stop words Or thoughts I spit on your sniveling censorship POETFREAK POETFREAK POETFREAK I will take my things and leave My closet full of wrinkled poems And all you will hear are my footsteps Out the door
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
james-jarrett
Censored on a poetry site
A poetry site? Really? My words and thoughts are so much more inappropriate Than the others? Fearful that I might subvert the poets? Tear them from their pain and longing Steal their happy moments With my words Really? You have no idea how your cowardice ****** me off You in your fear cannot stop words Or thoughts I spit on your sniveling censorship POETFREAK POETFREAK POETFREAK I will take my things and leave My closet full of wrinkled poems And all you will hear are my footsteps Out the door
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When we act out We just want to be noticed Saying, "Hey look, I made a snowman." Or "Hey look, I made a sand castle." But like the little kid that she was She never got attention She was always ignored So she gave up Her family never loved her They always said, "We love you honey, but we're busy right now." Parents off to work Youngest child Home Alone Bored No friends Just me Alone Walking in a rich house But It ***** Emptiness soon filled the void And the hollow formed Being alone With your hollow Is scary It makes you Look for release A steel kind But not against the skin No That is a sin But I did it anyway And then I thought of suicide I cried out But nobody took me seriously So I stopped talking about it And decided, "I won't even say I'm gonna **** myself, I'll just smile and say, I'm fine." But when you are lonely You go crazy Because you're trapped in the same blood cell And the knife is you're key out You see The reason people go crazy Is because you lock them out And hold them downn And force them to do what you want them to do Don't take this the wrong way But Imm not free yet I'm still. hollow So I guess what I'm saying is Imm scared Because I'm alone I get really sad I know you want me to be happy But I feel sick again I won't go on another rampage of poetfreak But that's how I feel right now I'm feeliing sick again I'm not gonna post hate But I'm just gonna cry it out Because I know I hurt And I can feel Some people Just won't let me be Maybe they don't care about me But I'm feeling quiiet right now And I'm whining I'm being a big baby And I am trapped How does one accept death? I'm not gonna write here anymore Because my heart is hollowed out Lije a watermelon I'm not gonna ignore people I'm just gonna start writing in my diary again I have personal thoughts I can't share here I just wish for this one wish But it never comes true sighs
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
shattered-soul
About crazy
When we act out We just want to be noticed Saying, "Hey look, I made a snowman." Or "Hey look, I made a sand castle." But like the little kid that she was She never got attention She was always ignored So she gave up Her family never loved her They always said, "We love you honey, but we're busy right now." Parents off to work Youngest child Home Alone Bored No friends Just me Alone Walking in a rich house But It ***** Emptiness soon filled the void And the hollow formed Being alone With your hollow Is scary It makes you Look for release A steel kind But not against the skin No That is a sin But I did it anyway And then I thought of suicide I cried out But nobody took me seriously So I stopped talking about it And decided, "I won't even say I'm gonna **** myself, I'll just smile and say, I'm fine." But when you are lonely You go crazy Because you're trapped in the same blood cell And the knife is you're key out You see The reason people go crazy Is because you lock them out And hold them downn And force them to do what you want them to do Don't take this the wrong way But Imm not free yet I'm still. hollow So I guess what I'm saying is Imm scared Because I'm alone I get really sad I know you want me to be happy But I feel sick again I won't go on another rampage of poetfreak But that's how I feel right now I'm feeliing sick again I'm not gonna post hate But I'm just gonna cry it out Because I know I hurt And I can feel Some people Just won't let me be Maybe they don't care about me But I'm feeling quiiet right now And I'm whining I'm being a big baby And I am trapped How does one accept death? I'm not gonna write here anymore Because my heart is hollowed out Lije a watermelon I'm not gonna ignore people I'm just gonna start writing in my diary again I have personal thoughts I can't share here I just wish for this one wish But it never comes true sighs
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.... and leave my last site honestly. And With Dignity. I have nothing against POETFREAK. There are many excellent POETIC VOICES THERE. I read some of the most Amazing People I will ever read on That site. Please read my work on That site. I've published over ~~1500~~ Poems at Poetfreak. Under various names. I wrote poems for Alost 40 people. Personalized and only for them. Please read some of those folks too! I still have 5 to go And I'll have a perfect Vinyl Number ~ 45. I promised these poems I must live my Christian faith. I want to be back in Two Days. ~~~
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
SoulSurvivor
I must do the right thing...
.... and leave my last site honestly. And With Dignity. I have nothing against POETFREAK. There are many excellent POETIC VOICES THERE. I read some of the most Amazing People I will ever read on That site. Please read my work on That site. I've published over ~~1500~~ Poems at Poetfreak. Under various names. I wrote poems for Alost 40 people. Personalized and only for them. Please read some of those folks too! I still have 5 to go And I'll have a perfect Vinyl Number ~ 45. I promised these poems I must live my Christian faith. I want to be back in Two Days. ~~~
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Poetfreak is gone
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
JustArunC
Change Happens
Poetfreak is gone
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Once many years ago I was surfing the web I came upon a site now dripping red Its slowly dying with knife it is bled I never thought I'd see it dead But here I am in 2016 And the reason I am myself again The reason I am ME is leaving me Like it was never there. #Poetfreak
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
GirlTroubles
Untitled
Once many years ago I was surfing the web I came upon a site now dripping red Its slowly dying with knife it is bled I never thought I'd see it dead But here I am in 2016 And the reason I am myself again The reason I am ME is leaving me Like it was never there. #Poetfreak
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Where has gone the freak? All my poems flew away, My tears are searching....
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
mbj-pancras
Poetfreak is lost! (Haiku/Senryu)
Where has gone the freak? All my poems flew away, My tears are searching....
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Poetfreak was my first poetry home Skill and pants optional It brought me in and introduced me To possibilities. Ones that I alone contained, But it was not hard to try. In every post was people giving affirmation, In every clever prose there was a wave If encouragement and advice. Then the cruelty of someone who loves destroying a community corrupted my home. It broke down rules, It took over people's profiles. Ultimately it shut us down. It's not the same here. It's not that HP is bad, It's just not home. I feel like I'm on an awkward first date During our first dance And I'm being held at arm's length. Even though I'm trying to get closer. I just want to be closer. I want this to be a new home. I've been here long enough to wonder if that's possible.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
dillon-berrus
It's Not the Same
Poetfreak was my first poetry home Skill and pants optional It brought me in and introduced me To possibilities. Ones that I alone contained, But it was not hard to try. In every post was people giving affirmation, In every clever prose there was a wave If encouragement and advice. Then the cruelty of someone who loves destroying a community corrupted my home. It broke down rules, It took over people's profiles. Ultimately it shut us down. It's not the same here. It's not that HP is bad, It's just not home. I feel like I'm on an awkward first date During our first dance And I'm being held at arm's length. Even though I'm trying to get closer. I just want to be closer. I want this to be a new home. I've been here long enough to wonder if that's possible.
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