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"predefined" poems

Started walking along the path Where life was leading me Towards a destination chosen Not chosen by me But was willingly following To a predefined destination Then I came along a bench Weary I was travelling The bench gave me respite From the grueling march I inspected the torn soles As the pebbles were hurting my feet Bleeding profusely I thanked the bench Where I could now rest for the night Lying on my back I connected the dots on the night canopy Slumber took over Dreams of a new road, I could see Sleeping off the weariness I woke up to a new day The bench which taught me to wait Another destination chosen by me Clouds have cleared away I knew the path to walk along I was a traveler with purpose My destination, waiting for me

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC

Started walking along the path Where life was leading me Towards a destination chosen Not chosen by me But was willingly following To a predefined destination Then I came along a bench Weary I was travelling The bench gave me respite From the grueling march I inspected the torn soles As the pebbles were hurting my feet Bleeding profusely I thanked the bench Where I could now rest for the night Lying on my back I connected the dots on the night canopy Slumber took over Dreams of a new road, I could see Sleeping off the weariness I woke up to a new day The bench which taught me to wait Another destination chosen by me Clouds have cleared away I knew the path to walk along I was a traveler with purpose My destination, waiting for me

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Laying on the bed, reading your wedding invite. I recall the day you went silent and I threw my crown. Stepping down and lost myself. Today I let you go, my love. Not because I give up. I believe you cared and you still do. Your silence did cut through my flesh, Your strangeness burnt my heart. But here I stand today ready to let myself heal. Years of gathering broken pieces of my heart. My lost pieces of love, wailing to be found. Stranded I searched, and I still do. I held on to you, like a stubborn child. Your memories engraved, your doings encircling my thoughts. Strangely never remembering our fights, I was partial. My heart wanted more, my soul was thirsty. I found pleasure in pain. I kept you alive. What a splendid journey, my love. The impeccable high of your addiction. As I drowned, I found myself. One day I chose to revisit my past. Regretting the time lost to stupid fights, blaming myself. I never felt, keeping you alive. Stupid were my acts, unreasonable was my anger. Childish were my demands. A sinner, at your altar I confess. Sleepless nights, result of a restless brain. Blaming you for the love I dreaded I deserved, For making me feel worthwhile. Keeping your memories alive, Redoing my past, for an escape. As the odds increased, so did my grief. For the broken promises, and the endless thoughts. U left without a word, so did my Tears. You coward, I pushed myself to oblivion. I saved our love when the world sympathised. I held on to respect, for u and our love. Wishing you the best, I kept u alive. My futile attempts to blame you, was a curse. A part of me found pleasure when they blamed you, My stupid selfish heart. But today I let you go my love, I allow myself to heal. You meant so much, you still do. But life is more than just you and me. A part of my soul is still with you, it’s yours now. Keep it safe my love. I’ll nurture what is left of it. As time flies by, I’ll heal. For a better tomorrow, for a better me. I’ll strive with a hollow heart and a partial soul. Thank you love, for the heat. For never cheating my heart. For the never ending euphoria. I know u cared and you still do. When you found me, I found myself. For your breath of life, I’ll keep u alive. You made me believe in good. To Love someone more than my being. Surprised I’m to know my strength. Entwined souls, living in the moment. We headed together, Insane and reckless. Towards our predefined end. I’m glad it was you and no one else. You were the one, my wildest decision. Oh my wings, my strength. But today love, I let you go. I was your princess. Now it's someone else. It’s time to put back my crown to rule. U won't be forgotten my love, but like any life chapter ours has come to an end.

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Jul 28, 2016

Jul 28, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC

Laying on the bed, reading your wedding invite. I recall the day you went silent and I threw my crown. Stepping down and lost myself. Today I let you go, my love. Not because I give up. I believe you cared and you still do. Your silence did cut through my flesh, Your strangeness burnt my heart. But here I stand today ready to let myself heal. Years of gathering broken pieces of my heart. My lost pieces of love, wailing to be found. Stranded I searched, and I still do. I held on to you, like a stubborn child. Your memories engraved, your doings encircling my thoughts. Strangely never remembering our fights, I was partial. My heart wanted more, my soul was thirsty. I found pleasure in pain. I kept you alive. What a splendid journey, my love. The impeccable high of your addiction. As I drowned, I found myself. One day I chose to revisit my past. Regretting the time lost to stupid fights, blaming myself. I never felt, keeping you alive. Stupid were my acts, unreasonable was my anger. Childish were my demands. A sinner, at your altar I confess. Sleepless nights, result of a restless brain. Blaming you for the love I dreaded I deserved, For making me feel worthwhile. Keeping your memories alive, Redoing my past, for an escape. As the odds increased, so did my grief. For the broken promises, and the endless thoughts. U left without a word, so did my Tears. You coward, I pushed myself to oblivion. I saved our love when the world sympathised. I held on to respect, for u and our love. Wishing you the best, I kept u alive. My futile attempts to blame you, was a curse. A part of me found pleasure when they blamed you, My stupid selfish heart. But today I let you go my love, I allow myself to heal. You meant so much, you still do. But life is more than just you and me. A part of my soul is still with you, it’s yours now. Keep it safe my love. I’ll nurture what is left of it. As time flies by, I’ll heal. For a better tomorrow, for a better me. I’ll strive with a hollow heart and a partial soul. Thank you love, for the heat. For never cheating my heart. For the never ending euphoria. I know u cared and you still do. When you found me, I found myself. For your breath of life, I’ll keep u alive. You made me believe in good. To Love someone more than my being. Surprised I’m to know my strength. Entwined souls, living in the moment. We headed together, Insane and reckless. Towards our predefined end. I’m glad it was you and no one else. You were the one, my wildest decision. Oh my wings, my strength. But today love, I let you go. I was your princess. Now it's someone else. It’s time to put back my crown to rule. U won't be forgotten my love, but like any life chapter ours has come to an end.

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In society, Women are always told they are too much. Too angry, too calm Too quiet, too loud Too big, too small And we are all of these things We are angry. Angry about the internalized oppression that still flows on a day to day basis. We are angry about our predefined roles of what girl is, what girl should be. And we are too calm. Calm about the man that called you a name in the street and all you wanted to do was cry Or the teacher that told you you couldn't do what you wanted because it was a mans place, not a woman's You should have yelled, but you didn't. Because we are too calm. We are too quiet. We are silenced. Our opinions are ranked of worthiness by our physical features, our body types. Our intelligence is last to our ****** appeal. We can not be heard through the babble of social media judging and critiquing and pointing out our flaws. So we are quiet. And we are loud. We have the ability to speak for the world. To weave the revolution out of the words of women. We have the voice to speak to our sisters globally, teach women that we are loud. We can drown out prejudice with the power of voice and bring down the barrier of how a girl should be. We are small. Told that our personalities are preset by the gender normalities that the patriarchy has placed, we are shrunk to fit our predefined roles. They cut us into shapes so we can not realize that we are so much bigger. Because we are big. We are huge. We have global impact. While we are cut down, I would like to see us glue each other back together. I want to see women take back our voices. I want to hear women all over the world speak how they feel, bust through the barriers of what the patriarchy has told them. Fight back against their rapists, abusers, silencers. When someone tells you that you are being too much, say "I am. And I am becoming so much more."

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC

In society, Women are always told they are too much. Too angry, too calm Too quiet, too loud Too big, too small And we are all of these things We are angry. Angry about the internalized oppression that still flows on a day to day basis. We are angry about our predefined roles of what girl is, what girl should be. And we are too calm. Calm about the man that called you a name in the street and all you wanted to do was cry Or the teacher that told you you couldn't do what you wanted because it was a mans place, not a woman's You should have yelled, but you didn't. Because we are too calm. We are too quiet. We are silenced. Our opinions are ranked of worthiness by our physical features, our body types. Our intelligence is last to our ****** appeal. We can not be heard through the babble of social media judging and critiquing and pointing out our flaws. So we are quiet. And we are loud. We have the ability to speak for the world. To weave the revolution out of the words of women. We have the voice to speak to our sisters globally, teach women that we are loud. We can drown out prejudice with the power of voice and bring down the barrier of how a girl should be. We are small. Told that our personalities are preset by the gender normalities that the patriarchy has placed, we are shrunk to fit our predefined roles. They cut us into shapes so we can not realize that we are so much bigger. Because we are big. We are huge. We have global impact. While we are cut down, I would like to see us glue each other back together. I want to see women take back our voices. I want to hear women all over the world speak how they feel, bust through the barriers of what the patriarchy has told them. Fight back against their rapists, abusers, silencers. When someone tells you that you are being too much, say "I am. And I am becoming so much more."

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Perhaps, We have a worldview, that has turned a bit myopic. Perhaps, We need a checkup from a doctor for Our optics, Perhaps, We need for them to write Us out a new prescription, then Perhaps, We'd see the truth in life that's written in inscription, Perhaps, the Earth is weeping somberly, but We don't care to listen, Perhaps, it warns us of Our doom when global profits are our mission Perhaps, the World is run by men, whose only drive is for themselves Perhaps, the few will **** the many, just for monetary wealth, Perhaps, We're all too blind to understand the implications, Perhaps, a future fraught with poverty and war is what We're facing Perhaps, a different train of thought, is faintly running by adjacent, Perhaps, it's one that wrests its life from the stagnation of complacence Perhaps, We're living forms of life that have been cast inside a mold Perhaps, estrangement from each other causes Our Hearts to grow cold Perhaps, all concentrated power's an illusion, We behold, Perhaps, We all could take it back, if We'd stop doing what We're told Perhaps, Our Being is unique, and isn't something predefined, Perhaps, Our priorities in life should they themselves be redefined, Perhaps, Our voices are of import, and should not be undermined, Perhaps, We all should organize, and build a world of new design Perhaps, it is the Media that keeps Us all divided, Perhaps, We should act neighborly and strive to be united, Perhaps, in living as a People, We would find Ourselves delighted, and Perhaps, We'd change the status quo, if We would only try to fight it.

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May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC

iliveinyourhead

Perhaps, We have a worldview, that has turned a bit myopic. Perhaps, We need a checkup from a doctor for Our optics, Perhaps, We need for them to write Us out a new prescription, then Perhaps, We'd see the truth in life that's written in inscription, Perhaps, the Earth is weeping somberly, but We don't care to listen, Perhaps, it warns us of Our doom when global profits are our mission Perhaps, the World is run by men, whose only drive is for themselves Perhaps, the few will **** the many, just for monetary wealth, Perhaps, We're all too blind to understand the implications, Perhaps, a future fraught with poverty and war is what We're facing Perhaps, a different train of thought, is faintly running by adjacent, Perhaps, it's one that wrests its life from the stagnation of complacence Perhaps, We're living forms of life that have been cast inside a mold Perhaps, estrangement from each other causes Our Hearts to grow cold Perhaps, all concentrated power's an illusion, We behold, Perhaps, We all could take it back, if We'd stop doing what We're told Perhaps, Our Being is unique, and isn't something predefined, Perhaps, Our priorities in life should they themselves be redefined, Perhaps, Our voices are of import, and should not be undermined, Perhaps, We all should organize, and build a world of new design Perhaps, it is the Media that keeps Us all divided, Perhaps, We should act neighborly and strive to be united, Perhaps, in living as a People, We would find Ourselves delighted, and Perhaps, We'd change the status quo, if We would only try to fight it.

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Cast me not in any mold of your preconceived ideas and notions For I am A woman With my own Intelligence and Intentions Contained I shall be not In contours Predefined I morph, I change, As I evolve Not in any orbit will I revolve Chisel me not like Some statue fine For I am neither divine Nor a concubine Label me not as Fertile or fallow Or simply as shallow I am not just a mother sister or wife I am a woman dignifed At times whimsical at times emotional I can be spiritual Or plain evil I am but a woman Individual!

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC

A woman- Individual

Cast me not in any mold of your preconceived ideas and notions For I am A woman With my own Intelligence and Intentions Contained I shall be not In contours Predefined I morph, I change, As I evolve Not in any orbit will I revolve Chisel me not like Some statue fine For I am neither divine Nor a concubine Label me not as Fertile or fallow Or simply as shallow I am not just a mother sister or wife I am a woman dignifed At times whimsical at times emotional I can be spiritual Or plain evil I am but a woman Individual!

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Images float in-front of your eyes. Your hair flies in the wind, almost wild. You struggle with your skirt a little bit, Feeling glad that you wore shorts underneath. The wind can be heard even over the Honking of the cars, as it carries some Stray, withered leaves. The sky has darkened and you can smell the Freshness of grass over the smoke and Stink of ******* dumps in the open. The crows start flapping around in Choreographed committee and start cawing About the latest weather changes. It somehow doesn't surprise me that this Reminds you of countless others you Might know. The crows ruffle their feathers and Take shelter in predefined places. It is another rainy day amongst Billions of others that have occurred. To state the obvious, you have too Much time in your hands if you begin Describing another rainy day.

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Aug 6, 2012

Aug 6, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC

the-anonymous-joker

Images float in-front of your eyes. Your hair flies in the wind, almost wild. You struggle with your skirt a little bit, Feeling glad that you wore shorts underneath. The wind can be heard even over the Honking of the cars, as it carries some Stray, withered leaves. The sky has darkened and you can smell the Freshness of grass over the smoke and Stink of ******* dumps in the open. The crows start flapping around in Choreographed committee and start cawing About the latest weather changes. It somehow doesn't surprise me that this Reminds you of countless others you Might know. The crows ruffle their feathers and Take shelter in predefined places. It is another rainy day amongst Billions of others that have occurred. To state the obvious, you have too Much time in your hands if you begin Describing another rainy day.

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The lead ideas fell on a field as voices coming from a bad dream. The yellow of the daisies became sharper than the serpents’ teeth, and the fragrant sun started to tremble in the wind. The ideas would fall into a silent abysm, but they have become as hard as those boulders falling to hit people and to ****** their reality. I am talking about those newcomers picking the flowers and having injured smiles. It looked like the life was destroying itself under a predefined set of circumstances. Those people had ghostly, spectral feelings. Those feelings began to grow into the Light of God, Who has started to reconcile all things to Himself through His Embodied Word.

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC

The Embodied Word

The lead ideas fell on a field as voices coming from a bad dream. The yellow of the daisies became sharper than the serpents’ teeth, and the fragrant sun started to tremble in the wind. The ideas would fall into a silent abysm, but they have become as hard as those boulders falling to hit people and to ****** their reality. I am talking about those newcomers picking the flowers and having injured smiles. It looked like the life was destroying itself under a predefined set of circumstances. Those people had ghostly, spectral feelings. Those feelings began to grow into the Light of God, Who has started to reconcile all things to Himself through His Embodied Word.

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Juxtapositional Refinement Redefined (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ == JRR == by SassyJ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Credits to: Angelina Lopez (HP Poetess) (Copy the link below to your browser) Juxtapositional refinement redefined: When you meet beautiful souls we have been taught by the society to confine them. Like "I love you" but what does that word really mean. Does it mean "sharing in openness" or does it mean " been confined in expectations and obligations". The paradigm that we live in as society is delusional. We have learnt to analyse the "in between" based on our analytical and logical systems. But how about going to the individuals involved and creating an open dialogue to talk about what the situation may be. This is a thorough and more accurate way of attaining acuity. To flow in openness is like listening to 'harmonious jazz music' ...... it is like inhaling the beauty of the ginger scent in the breeze. Life itself speaks to us and we don't have to make it complicated. If we only were able to have an open platform..... hearts that are blissful and not tainted by fear then we can redefine the contrasting views of dichotomy that we have as mankind. In essence, If you haven't communicated to someone openly about something ...... we should never draw out conclusions. They will only be pre-judgemental notions oozing with constraining predefined and predetermined assumptions. Give everyone a chance and the world will smile!

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Feb 25, 2016

Feb 25, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC

Juxtapositional Refinement Redefined (Spoken Word-Freestyle-Dramatics)

Juxtapositional Refinement Redefined (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ == JRR == by SassyJ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Credits to: Angelina Lopez (HP Poetess) (Copy the link below to your browser) Juxtapositional refinement redefined: When you meet beautiful souls we have been taught by the society to confine them. Like "I love you" but what does that word really mean. Does it mean "sharing in openness" or does it mean " been confined in expectations and obligations". The paradigm that we live in as society is delusional. We have learnt to analyse the "in between" based on our analytical and logical systems. But how about going to the individuals involved and creating an open dialogue to talk about what the situation may be. This is a thorough and more accurate way of attaining acuity. To flow in openness is like listening to 'harmonious jazz music' ...... it is like inhaling the beauty of the ginger scent in the breeze. Life itself speaks to us and we don't have to make it complicated. If we only were able to have an open platform..... hearts that are blissful and not tainted by fear then we can redefine the contrasting views of dichotomy that we have as mankind. In essence, If you haven't communicated to someone openly about something ...... we should never draw out conclusions. They will only be pre-judgemental notions oozing with constraining predefined and predetermined assumptions. Give everyone a chance and the world will smile!

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Must everything be black and white? Must we choose left or right? Wouldn’t either choice eventually take us back to where we began? What if we made our decisions based upon the needs of others, wouldn’t that be grand? Mustn’t the pendulum meet in the middle before making it’s next move? Wouldn’t the clock’s tick tock stop without this groove? Are decisions made on predefined options still based on our own choices? What if we instead made decisions using our own voices? Why then is the road less travelled? Is it because it’s only made clear when the facades built upon it unravel?

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC

Do we have a choice?

Must everything be black and white? Must we choose left or right? Wouldn’t either choice eventually take us back to where we began? What if we made our decisions based upon the needs of others, wouldn’t that be grand? Mustn’t the pendulum meet in the middle before making it’s next move? Wouldn’t the clock’s tick tock stop without this groove? Are decisions made on predefined options still based on our own choices? What if we instead made decisions using our own voices? Why then is the road less travelled? Is it because it’s only made clear when the facades built upon it unravel?

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You are an I in the eye the eye that hynotizes the essence of I... And the galaxies par religion will be heaven and the races not revealed by official networks will be demons and the elementals and avatars in sacred places will be unearthly beings the moon will be a rocky orb and not a planet-ship helping a race evolve the tree will be a plant and not a transporter of energy via energy beams, connecting the underworld with surface humans and life... And the stars will be ***** of gas and not a picture a thousand years old a thousand years as planets in those star system are thus ahead of us and spaceships will be UFO's and beings from the universal neighbourhood will be aliens You will be taught to speak in a defined vernacular called language Your psychic abilities will be reduced via sonic beams emitting negative energy reduced via products that reduce positive vibration You will belong to a race, tribe and religion You will fall into a gender Your destiny will be death Money will be a means of exchange You will not think of Earth as a space, but as a lonely flat plan-et Powerful families will rule your life Government will dictate your purpose Wars will be fought and it will be blamed on oil You will know only that which you need to know You will be driven to follow predefined norms and orchestrated systems You will be watched and never truly feel free This is the Matrix The web that imprisons souls... and slower than the speed of thought you will trail in linear time... The web that confines your thinking... and reasoning will only be absolute within logic gates You will be encouraged to be as one with them as they will be compelled to be one with you Life will be basic, you will not be aware of the realities and dimensions in the world Your conscious mind will be wrestled by ego Your heart chakra will be tainted by emotional scars You will not see the eye that sees, only what is seen fit to be seen Only when the dragon has licked you and its friends stabbed you and molested you - will you be free to choose to be free This is the matrix and you will be made to feel like an orphan Your immaturity and lack of knowledge will lead you to adverse happenings "Live and learn", watch as they crash and burn If you are wise you will learn to yearn and a fate that is yours will you discern maybe and only then will you escape the threads and define your own reality. Welcome To The Matrix

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Oct 19, 2013

Oct 19, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC

Welcome To The Matrix

You are an I in the eye the eye that hynotizes the essence of I... And the galaxies par religion will be heaven and the races not revealed by official networks will be demons and the elementals and avatars in sacred places will be unearthly beings the moon will be a rocky orb and not a planet-ship helping a race evolve the tree will be a plant and not a transporter of energy via energy beams, connecting the underworld with surface humans and life... And the stars will be ***** of gas and not a picture a thousand years old a thousand years as planets in those star system are thus ahead of us and spaceships will be UFO's and beings from the universal neighbourhood will be aliens You will be taught to speak in a defined vernacular called language Your psychic abilities will be reduced via sonic beams emitting negative energy reduced via products that reduce positive vibration You will belong to a race, tribe and religion You will fall into a gender Your destiny will be death Money will be a means of exchange You will not think of Earth as a space, but as a lonely flat plan-et Powerful families will rule your life Government will dictate your purpose Wars will be fought and it will be blamed on oil You will know only that which you need to know You will be driven to follow predefined norms and orchestrated systems You will be watched and never truly feel free This is the Matrix The web that imprisons souls... and slower than the speed of thought you will trail in linear time... The web that confines your thinking... and reasoning will only be absolute within logic gates You will be encouraged to be as one with them as they will be compelled to be one with you Life will be basic, you will not be aware of the realities and dimensions in the world Your conscious mind will be wrestled by ego Your heart chakra will be tainted by emotional scars You will not see the eye that sees, only what is seen fit to be seen Only when the dragon has licked you and its friends stabbed you and molested you - will you be free to choose to be free This is the matrix and you will be made to feel like an orphan Your immaturity and lack of knowledge will lead you to adverse happenings "Live and learn", watch as they crash and burn If you are wise you will learn to yearn and a fate that is yours will you discern maybe and only then will you escape the threads and define your own reality. Welcome To The Matrix

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Time and space divided by all your past regrets. A fuel for the fire, to burn up and forget. Your lies held tight, between your tongue and cheek. See the reflection of yourself, before you begin to speak. Recognize all your faults to bring potential into view. Lives of self destruction in order to start anew. Every moment predefined, within an awkward silence. Trying to **** the kindness with your unexpected violence. Override the system and watch while it breaks down. Another body will fall with failure and hits without a sound. No truth can reside within the honesty of a liar. You're selling a broken soul without a committed buyer. Fate can't be bought so cross your fingers while you sin. You have to move quick before this Karma settles in.

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Jul 23, 2013

Jul 23, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC

amanda-blomquist

Time and space divided by all your past regrets. A fuel for the fire, to burn up and forget. Your lies held tight, between your tongue and cheek. See the reflection of yourself, before you begin to speak. Recognize all your faults to bring potential into view. Lives of self destruction in order to start anew. Every moment predefined, within an awkward silence. Trying to **** the kindness with your unexpected violence. Override the system and watch while it breaks down. Another body will fall with failure and hits without a sound. No truth can reside within the honesty of a liar. You're selling a broken soul without a committed buyer. Fate can't be bought so cross your fingers while you sin. You have to move quick before this Karma settles in.

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Desire expressed manifests in moments Genesis to geneticist alpha to omega, Eden Armageddon and a particular flat stone I'm flinging at that pile of H2O It skips, predictably, causing surface ripples under a line of predefined arcs each described by gravity and water molecules neatly arranged in surface tension that reflects this day ... blue as the clear sky and a peaceful wavelength we know as harmony I'm wondering who desired such perfection... Enabled energy, proclaimed pebbles Caused a lake to feel at home right here Read Darwin some respond you're only here because a primal pond appeared somehow someway backwhen and that famous fertile germ opted for a brave new world with homo-sapiens conveniently mapped to its single cell Dadadadaaa! Dumdeedee dumb! Dvorak wonders too Backwards, on slow-motion rewind lofty intellects scratch and munch in flaky wonderland ever plotting the self-indulgent, Lemming way 'ahead' Independence day drags drearily on Take fifty! ... A more human-friendly God created in our image ... lest we forget the beast I, me, first-person-one, Oh you're lookin' good! Lets put that that triple 6 trinity to work Replete, till death us do part, we do things My Way ala Frank (and certain gorillas with cigars) Thus is the compliment returned Man attains an ever lower High place Pass my slice of cake please Myopic, entropic moments loop their mobius strips ever further down the food chain Highways congeal and earth chokes desperation Small wonder Wisdom opposes pride Shows His face to humble folk Invites shepherds to witness Jupiter in Virgo's womb Rouses them with a shofar blast come Kingdom come.

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Jun 27, 2010

Jun 27, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC

Skipping Stones

Desire expressed manifests in moments Genesis to geneticist alpha to omega, Eden Armageddon and a particular flat stone I'm flinging at that pile of H2O It skips, predictably, causing surface ripples under a line of predefined arcs each described by gravity and water molecules neatly arranged in surface tension that reflects this day ... blue as the clear sky and a peaceful wavelength we know as harmony I'm wondering who desired such perfection... Enabled energy, proclaimed pebbles Caused a lake to feel at home right here Read Darwin some respond you're only here because a primal pond appeared somehow someway backwhen and that famous fertile germ opted for a brave new world with homo-sapiens conveniently mapped to its single cell Dadadadaaa! Dumdeedee dumb! Dvorak wonders too Backwards, on slow-motion rewind lofty intellects scratch and munch in flaky wonderland ever plotting the self-indulgent, Lemming way 'ahead' Independence day drags drearily on Take fifty! ... A more human-friendly God created in our image ... lest we forget the beast I, me, first-person-one, Oh you're lookin' good! Lets put that that triple 6 trinity to work Replete, till death us do part, we do things My Way ala Frank (and certain gorillas with cigars) Thus is the compliment returned Man attains an ever lower High place Pass my slice of cake please Myopic, entropic moments loop their mobius strips ever further down the food chain Highways congeal and earth chokes desperation Small wonder Wisdom opposes pride Shows His face to humble folk Invites shepherds to witness Jupiter in Virgo's womb Rouses them with a shofar blast come Kingdom come.

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Their freedom to tell their depths is now confined to a week. But despite the propaganda, they are still afraid to speak. On the outside, they are perceived as nothing but freaks. On the inside, their lives are catastrophic, yet also bleak. From their mountains of anxiety to their valleys of depression, Nobody wants to listen to their pleading expressions. They're forced to hold down their feelings with constant suppression. So desperate to become invisible, it becomes an obsession. As if their sickness was not as legitimate as one of the physical kind Just because it plagues their body on the inside of their mind. Behind their daily masks, they are continuously confined, And the rest of their lives will be wrapped in a box and predefined. They often wish things were how they saw them: nothing being real. They use third person pronouns to describe how they feel Because, whether they like it or not, they aren't made of steel, But continue to futilely dance around the solar system's wheel.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC

Mental Health Week

Their freedom to tell their depths is now confined to a week. But despite the propaganda, they are still afraid to speak. On the outside, they are perceived as nothing but freaks. On the inside, their lives are catastrophic, yet also bleak. From their mountains of anxiety to their valleys of depression, Nobody wants to listen to their pleading expressions. They're forced to hold down their feelings with constant suppression. So desperate to become invisible, it becomes an obsession. As if their sickness was not as legitimate as one of the physical kind Just because it plagues their body on the inside of their mind. Behind their daily masks, they are continuously confined, And the rest of their lives will be wrapped in a box and predefined. They often wish things were how they saw them: nothing being real. They use third person pronouns to describe how they feel Because, whether they like it or not, they aren't made of steel, But continue to futilely dance around the solar system's wheel.

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Over half a hundred years and still I journey on. At times I'm left to wonder Where all the years have gone. Memories that hold the proof that this life was really mine. Reflecting as I sometimes do was it fate or predestined line? Did I make real choices that took me down this path? Or did some cosmic scheme shape every tear and laugh? Is all I am and all I've been of unique and individual shape? Or was I made to be like this taking part in manufactured jape? If some hand does guide it and I be but actor in some play, What point in this life I have, for it to be played out this way? Of course there is no answer that I can ever be sure to know. So I just blindly journey on to wherever this line might go. Random course or predefined my day to day follows every bend. And over half a hundred years, I am so much nearer to its end.

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Oct 16, 2023

Oct 16, 2023 at 5:52 AM UTC

Over Half a Hundred Years

Over half a hundred years and still I journey on. At times I'm left to wonder Where all the years have gone. Memories that hold the proof that this life was really mine. Reflecting as I sometimes do was it fate or predestined line? Did I make real choices that took me down this path? Or did some cosmic scheme shape every tear and laugh? Is all I am and all I've been of unique and individual shape? Or was I made to be like this taking part in manufactured jape? If some hand does guide it and I be but actor in some play, What point in this life I have, for it to be played out this way? Of course there is no answer that I can ever be sure to know. So I just blindly journey on to wherever this line might go. Random course or predefined my day to day follows every bend. And over half a hundred years, I am so much nearer to its end.

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The way I oppose What everyone say, The day I realised That everyone pray, Not to the god But with a heart fraud To someone superior At first prior, Like everyone wanna gain Without any drain This is what a human is Catch a fish And win a wish, You Might have seen any falling star Not so far And did a wish, Can you say what it is? You will say no Thats what I know This is an example Of human mind sample, People define predefined myths But never try to catch undefined facts, The reason I fear Is that they will change never ever, Sorry if I went offtractk or off your mind Ignore those lines like a blind That will be so kind.

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Nov 19, 2016

Nov 19, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC

Truth I Realised

The way I oppose What everyone say, The day I realised That everyone pray, Not to the god But with a heart fraud To someone superior At first prior, Like everyone wanna gain Without any drain This is what a human is Catch a fish And win a wish, You Might have seen any falling star Not so far And did a wish, Can you say what it is? You will say no Thats what I know This is an example Of human mind sample, People define predefined myths But never try to catch undefined facts, The reason I fear Is that they will change never ever, Sorry if I went offtractk or off your mind Ignore those lines like a blind That will be so kind.

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Human, being said to be conscious living is defined by what he does lifes are chenged by his choices But how could I be called human when all I choose seems predefined when to me, the meaning of life is unknown Conscious I am said to be, but how could I be more unconscious When the world's sadness fall upon me when a loved one dies and unaffected I am when when million other's die each day When, at eas I sit before my TV as one's life, in an alley is taken away I am human, I am called conscious, living and intelligent But not more than a sleeping lion am I aware of the child who died at birth Not more than a walking ant am I aware of a family's hope, whose dreams are taken away before him powerless I sure am conscious, of how little I know that I live, only until I die that I choose, until I have no choices left That being human, is knowing that my life is but existence and my consciousness mere awareness before what lies beyond the midst of life

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC

Human, being said to be conscious living is defined by what he does lifes are chenged by his choices But how could I be called human when all I choose seems predefined when to me, the meaning of life is unknown Conscious I am said to be, but how could I be more unconscious When the world's sadness fall upon me when a loved one dies and unaffected I am when when million other's die each day When, at eas I sit before my TV as one's life, in an alley is taken away I am human, I am called conscious, living and intelligent But not more than a sleeping lion am I aware of the child who died at birth Not more than a walking ant am I aware of a family's hope, whose dreams are taken away before him powerless I sure am conscious, of how little I know that I live, only until I die that I choose, until I have no choices left That being human, is knowing that my life is but existence and my consciousness mere awareness before what lies beyond the midst of life

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One of a kind??? To be undermined As this earth is redesigned by so called masterminds The future predefined becoming unaligned and a lot less kind The direction does not have to be underlined The evils has all combined To define the fate of Mankind The divine it seems confined Mankind has lost it's faith Now it's only about cyberspace So much time with this we waist Is it upper case or lower case is it in the database ??? It will be the down fall of the human race You wait!! Can't you see how it dominates It will detonate Mankind As we overpopulate We need to reevaluate the direction of Mankind !!

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC

One of a kind??? To be undermined As this earth is redesigned by so called masterminds The future predefined becoming unaligned and a lot less kind The direction does not have to be underlined The evils has all combined To define the fate of Mankind The divine it seems confined Mankind has lost it's faith Now it's only about cyberspace So much time with this we waist Is it upper case or lower case is it in the database ??? It will be the down fall of the human race You wait!! Can't you see how it dominates It will detonate Mankind As we overpopulate We need to reevaluate the direction of Mankind !!

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O sappy daffy incongruous frog Waiting for a beauty queen to be kissed by to turn to a prince in your dream You want some lessons on art? You want some lessons on art? then come to me For ye it’s gonna be for free! Oh come to me I can teach you how to read Poetry in manners that are non-slurpy and slimy As your automatic long tongue I be a friend and a lover and a teacher For the manifesto of our Love We’ll read as loud as we can with our combined reptilian heart Let’s shout until we silence Let’s shout until we can be heard as and by and for the silence of the spirit Without defining Gentleness to be assigned to any poetry Let’s trespass these fake borders of the image of our predefined Body in our As boring as can be shells made of the phrase Only clever birds sing it as: “This has been done already” before Your shout would silence My Palpating heart Please do not misunderstand my Love word and traditionalize As mushrooms grow Under rotten Floors Of urban flats or lies Like La la la lies and pathetize Yes Pathetize my words Without understanding what they’d truly mean When words Combine to a phrase with the spirit Truth shouts but not the cynic Like a poisonous Venomic-Tonic Made of the scared sound of your blood which should have instead been sacred by the earnest of our lovership and Without any of your definitions of poetic You shout You shout like politics Which is meaningless For true ears A defined silence has no power to trespass Boundaries of conditioned aesthetics of your Learned poetry Let's dare to read love now As plain and clear and straight As can the truth of hearts be without the need of any gelatinous stickers or the chess board tattooed Along the skin softness of our sitting bones

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Jun 12, 2016

Jun 12, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC

Ribbon snake’s serenade to a frog hiding in a coconut shell

O sappy daffy incongruous frog Waiting for a beauty queen to be kissed by to turn to a prince in your dream You want some lessons on art? You want some lessons on art? then come to me For ye it’s gonna be for free! Oh come to me I can teach you how to read Poetry in manners that are non-slurpy and slimy As your automatic long tongue I be a friend and a lover and a teacher For the manifesto of our Love We’ll read as loud as we can with our combined reptilian heart Let’s shout until we silence Let’s shout until we can be heard as and by and for the silence of the spirit Without defining Gentleness to be assigned to any poetry Let’s trespass these fake borders of the image of our predefined Body in our As boring as can be shells made of the phrase Only clever birds sing it as: “This has been done already” before Your shout would silence My Palpating heart Please do not misunderstand my Love word and traditionalize As mushrooms grow Under rotten Floors Of urban flats or lies Like La la la lies and pathetize Yes Pathetize my words Without understanding what they’d truly mean When words Combine to a phrase with the spirit Truth shouts but not the cynic Like a poisonous Venomic-Tonic Made of the scared sound of your blood which should have instead been sacred by the earnest of our lovership and Without any of your definitions of poetic You shout You shout like politics Which is meaningless For true ears A defined silence has no power to trespass Boundaries of conditioned aesthetics of your Learned poetry Let's dare to read love now As plain and clear and straight As can the truth of hearts be without the need of any gelatinous stickers or the chess board tattooed Along the skin softness of our sitting bones

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The breathing is composite Of the infinite years that we've sung through Of the infinite possibilities that could be to life But its me and you again, Us in the corners of the world Or maybe the core of it all Where white stars refuse to diminish And bend down a powerful light A time lapse so strong You have your string held tight And mine on the other side might Not be as pulled hard on Let's not be a broken mirror in a scraped out wooden frame tilting behind an abandoned, old barn, with a messy hay stack open, the meta strings untied rained upon walked upon more often than it was originally supposed to be. Lets not be a predefined song blasting through the ears at 3:49 am on a digital clock in a dingy, cold studio apartment which hardly makes sense to what one feels, at that moment but blasting in the ears, anyway because the silence is too deep for your existence, to bear too fragile, to make this heart pound flesh out and about beat the veins, upturned memories spit out some venom, some close to perfection in a moment brief, unexpectedly Although knowing it had to happen a long time ago. Lets be a coral in the deep shimmering, look at the odds through scattered, refracted, reflected, light, only to fill up its dream not being the blind box of colors only hoped in its heart. Lets be a lost star in a far away galaxy appearing to some like a planet escalating like a meteor not being defined, yet existing. Lets be an endless well quenching thirsts, unknown bursting possibilities feeling a little too much than what was defined or hoped.

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Jun 7, 2015

Jun 7, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

Exceeding Hopes.

The breathing is composite Of the infinite years that we've sung through Of the infinite possibilities that could be to life But its me and you again, Us in the corners of the world Or maybe the core of it all Where white stars refuse to diminish And bend down a powerful light A time lapse so strong You have your string held tight And mine on the other side might Not be as pulled hard on Let's not be a broken mirror in a scraped out wooden frame tilting behind an abandoned, old barn, with a messy hay stack open, the meta strings untied rained upon walked upon more often than it was originally supposed to be. Lets not be a predefined song blasting through the ears at 3:49 am on a digital clock in a dingy, cold studio apartment which hardly makes sense to what one feels, at that moment but blasting in the ears, anyway because the silence is too deep for your existence, to bear too fragile, to make this heart pound flesh out and about beat the veins, upturned memories spit out some venom, some close to perfection in a moment brief, unexpectedly Although knowing it had to happen a long time ago. Lets be a coral in the deep shimmering, look at the odds through scattered, refracted, reflected, light, only to fill up its dream not being the blind box of colors only hoped in its heart. Lets be a lost star in a far away galaxy appearing to some like a planet escalating like a meteor not being defined, yet existing. Lets be an endless well quenching thirsts, unknown bursting possibilities feeling a little too much than what was defined or hoped.

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What have you done to the words? I know them. I recognize them. I've even formed them on my lips or scrawled them onto paper. They are the same words! letters assembled in predefined form, but from your lips they become pure spirit. They flow outside the form. Spilling out, they fill the universe. What have you done to the words? Your pen, your lips, your soul, how much they must hold!

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Mar 29, 2017

Mar 29, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC

What have you done to the words? I know them. I recognize them. I've even formed them on my lips or scrawled them onto paper. They are the same words! letters assembled in predefined form, but from your lips they become pure spirit. They flow outside the form. Spilling out, they fill the universe. What have you done to the words? Your pen, your lips, your soul, how much they must hold!

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never will I ever try to fit myself, in a predefined mould of perfection, until the day comes, all of our fingerprints are the same.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC

never will I ever try to fit myself, in a predefined mould of perfection, until the day comes, all of our fingerprints are the same.

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••• *worldly relation are not the creation according to the whims & fancies of someone rather predefined by the destiny and preserved by everyone* ••• @deovrat 04.10.2019

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Oct 4, 2019

Oct 4, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC

••• *worldly relation are not the creation according to the whims & fancies of someone rather predefined by the destiny and preserved by everyone* ••• @deovrat 04.10.2019

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Well my life was doomed from the begining. Punch in the face by life itself, Everyone else lives their lives on a predefined pavement With barriers and lanes, they divide their life into devotion, Pledging to reach the end of the road. Well we ****** up few live our lives on a different route, Far away, a broken road with potholes and cracks, Called the high way for a reason, a road with no end, We travel down alone and alone we die.

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

Well my life was doomed from the begining. Punch in the face by life itself, Everyone else lives their lives on a predefined pavement With barriers and lanes, they divide their life into devotion, Pledging to reach the end of the road. Well we ****** up few live our lives on a different route, Far away, a broken road with potholes and cracks, Called the high way for a reason, a road with no end, We travel down alone and alone we die.

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Are you Free Down trodden Wrinkled Unkept hair Skin of leather Cheap ***** on the air Are you Free ? Wake up in the Morning to a predefined time Goodbye honey Breakfast this morning , I have to decline To my job , I must go For wages to earn For things we don't need This cash we must burn Are you Free ?

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC

Are you Free Down trodden Wrinkled Unkept hair Skin of leather Cheap ***** on the air Are you Free ? Wake up in the Morning to a predefined time Goodbye honey Breakfast this morning , I have to decline To my job , I must go For wages to earn For things we don't need This cash we must burn Are you Free ?

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