"prolong" poems - Hello Poetry

Happiness bought off agonies to prolong its life span just for a spur of moment, agony's ear-deafening silence spoke, prolong happiness is an ailment in its own way, you'll die in happiness just by showing me a deceptive ray!

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC

fizza-abbas

Happiness

Happiness bought off agonies to prolong its life span just for a spur of moment, agony's ear-deafening silence spoke, prolong happiness is an ailment in its own way, you'll die in happiness just by showing me a deceptive ray!

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no one is subscribing to the universal affection draining subconscious ailment that needs no treatment quaking with fear shaking with revulsion looking to prolong an hour, a minute stretching one second into ten seconds where are we going, past the streetlights the crossroads the commotion inside the canal boat that surrounds and accompanies this road - will it ends one day, sometimes, somewhere and brings an end to the entire's generation guilt and disease?

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC

rimbaudiy

Crossroads

no one is subscribing to the universal affection draining subconscious ailment that needs no treatment quaking with fear shaking with revulsion looking to prolong an hour, a minute stretching one second into ten seconds where are we going, past the streetlights the crossroads the commotion inside the canal boat that surrounds and accompanies this road - will it ends one day, sometimes, somewhere and brings an end to the entire's generation guilt and disease?

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VERSE 1 Another year has come and gone, I realize now that I was wrong, For ******* at you way too long, Blaming you for us not getting along, Arguing with you until dawn, We go back and forth just like ping-pong, About all of the crazy conclusions I've drawn, Now it's eggshells we are walking upon, I hate that you are distant and withdrawn, I'm trying but it's so hard to be strong, I know that with you is where my heart belongs, I'm reminded each time I hear our song, This feeling is one I wish I could prolong, Your love is a drug, I love to be on. HOOK It's hard for me to say, but I'm addicted to loving you, Always chasing my next fix, you are what I pursue, I need to feel your high, I need to have you close, I just want to fill up on your love, so I can overdose. VERSE 2 Baby you know you are my everything, my high when I am low, You pick me up when i am down, I can't let you go, You really are the best thing, that I have ever found, When I'm with you i feel like I'm ten feet off the ground, Nothing can compare to you, babe you are the best, But when I'm too far away from you, I turn into a mess. To the point I will do anything to feel your caress, And rub my hands across your bare chest, I don't know why I do this, a different side of me emerges, When you get me alone and I give into my urges, Since I had a taste I'm craving you and no one else, It's obvious I'm strung out, all my friends say I need help. (HOOK) VERSE 3 We've been staying up too late, This addiction I'm growing to hate, My mind is fuzzy I can't think straight, I've even started to lose weight, When you penetrate me we levitate, I'm elevated, my pupils dilate. I try to slow down, gradually wean, Myself off of the magic inside of your jeans, But hard as I try I can't break the routine, I'm beginning to think I'll never stay clean. (HOOK) BRIDGE I'm addicted to your love, though it's tough to admit, This habit is one I'm not sure I can quit.

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Jan 14, 2018

Jan 14, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Overdose (Rap)

VERSE 1 Another year has come and gone, I realize now that I was wrong, For ******* at you way too long, Blaming you for us not getting along, Arguing with you until dawn, We go back and forth just like ping-pong, About all of the crazy conclusions I've drawn, Now it's eggshells we are walking upon, I hate that you are distant and withdrawn, I'm trying but it's so hard to be strong, I know that with you is where my heart belongs, I'm reminded each time I hear our song, This feeling is one I wish I could prolong, Your love is a drug, I love to be on. HOOK It's hard for me to say, but I'm addicted to loving you, Always chasing my next fix, you are what I pursue, I need to feel your high, I need to have you close, I just want to fill up on your love, so I can overdose. VERSE 2 Baby you know you are my everything, my high when I am low, You pick me up when i am down, I can't let you go, You really are the best thing, that I have ever found, When I'm with you i feel like I'm ten feet off the ground, Nothing can compare to you, babe you are the best, But when I'm too far away from you, I turn into a mess. To the point I will do anything to feel your caress, And rub my hands across your bare chest, I don't know why I do this, a different side of me emerges, When you get me alone and I give into my urges, Since I had a taste I'm craving you and no one else, It's obvious I'm strung out, all my friends say I need help. (HOOK) VERSE 3 We've been staying up too late, This addiction I'm growing to hate, My mind is fuzzy I can't think straight, I've even started to lose weight, When you penetrate me we levitate, I'm elevated, my pupils dilate. I try to slow down, gradually wean, Myself off of the magic inside of your jeans, But hard as I try I can't break the routine, I'm beginning to think I'll never stay clean. (HOOK) BRIDGE I'm addicted to your love, though it's tough to admit, This habit is one I'm not sure I can quit.

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Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And that faint hint of the absurd - The little dogs under their feet. Such plainness of the pre-baroque Hardly involves the eye, until It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still Clasped empty in the other; and One sees, with a sharp tender shock, His hand withdrawn, holding her hand. They would not think to lie so long. Such faithfulness in effigy Was just a detail friends would see: A sculptor's sweet commissioned grace Thrown off in helping to prolong The Latin names around the base. They would no guess how early in Their supine stationary voyage The air would change to soundless damage, Turn the old tenantry away; How soon succeeding eyes begin To look, not read. Rigidly they Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light Each summer thronged the grass. A bright Litter of birdcalls strewed the same Bone-littered ground. And up the paths The endless altered people came, Washing at their identity. Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigures them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

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Philip Larkin

An Arundel Tomb

Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And that faint hint of the absurd - The little dogs under their feet. Such plainness of the pre-baroque Hardly involves the eye, until It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still Clasped empty in the other; and One sees, with a sharp tender shock, His hand withdrawn, holding her hand. They would not think to lie so long. Such faithfulness in effigy Was just a detail friends would see: A sculptor's sweet commissioned grace Thrown off in helping to prolong The Latin names around the base. They would no guess how early in Their supine stationary voyage The air would change to soundless damage, Turn the old tenantry away; How soon succeeding eyes begin To look, not read. Rigidly they Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light Each summer thronged the grass. A bright Litter of birdcalls strewed the same Bone-littered ground. And up the paths The endless altered people came, Washing at their identity. Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigures them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

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One thing about the rain It's not just water nor droplets But bullets of different emotions A match stick that burns your soul In a deep, vague coldness Some found happiness from it I once did And some did find something They did not want nor expect But a thing about the rain You will always find something It will always give you a thing Even if you're not aware And when you're not aware Let me tell you that it's the rain A thing about the rain It's a door that leads to places you once went It opens widely for a rent More than being water, it is a memory Although you cannot tell If it is the same place You once longed to be We cannot say that the door is safe Nor is it free Some were trapped Some managed to escape Some managed to smile And I managed to fear I fear that rain would prolong and Would bear a fruit But it didn't It just plucked up a great root How wonderful the rain could be How it crashed to ground a resilient tree How one could change with a single memory And how rain triggers my anxiety

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Jul 27, 2017

Jul 27, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC

AnxiousOcean

One Thing About The Rain

One thing about the rain It's not just water nor droplets But bullets of different emotions A match stick that burns your soul In a deep, vague coldness Some found happiness from it I once did And some did find something They did not want nor expect But a thing about the rain You will always find something It will always give you a thing Even if you're not aware And when you're not aware Let me tell you that it's the rain A thing about the rain It's a door that leads to places you once went It opens widely for a rent More than being water, it is a memory Although you cannot tell If it is the same place You once longed to be We cannot say that the door is safe Nor is it free Some were trapped Some managed to escape Some managed to smile And I managed to fear I fear that rain would prolong and Would bear a fruit But it didn't It just plucked up a great root How wonderful the rain could be How it crashed to ground a resilient tree How one could change with a single memory And how rain triggers my anxiety

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The new car smell The first snow fall of the year The smell of a new baby Playing with a new toy A new relationship Everything has a honeymoon phase Things are great You are so happy and just cannot get enough The car smells so clean The snow is so pretty You are so happy with your new partner Everything is perfect When does the new effect wear away? But when does that phase end? The new car will get ***** The snow will no longer be pure Babies grow into children Toys break And relationships end But how can you prolong the honeymoon phase? Can you remain that happy forever? Is there a theory yet? Lets find one together... You & Me

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC

leavethislife

The Honeymoon Phase

The new car smell The first snow fall of the year The smell of a new baby Playing with a new toy A new relationship Everything has a honeymoon phase Things are great You are so happy and just cannot get enough The car smells so clean The snow is so pretty You are so happy with your new partner Everything is perfect When does the new effect wear away? But when does that phase end? The new car will get ***** The snow will no longer be pure Babies grow into children Toys break And relationships end But how can you prolong the honeymoon phase? Can you remain that happy forever? Is there a theory yet? Lets find one together... You & Me

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Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call Of Homer’s or of Dante’s heart sublime,— Not Michael’s hand furrowing the zones of time,— Is more with compassed mysteries musical; Nay, not in Spring’s or Summer’s sweet footfall More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeathes Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes Even from its shadowed contour on the wall. As many men are poets in their youth, But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong Even through all change the indomitable song; So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth, Upon this beauty’s power shall wreak no wrong.

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Genius In Beauty

Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call Of Homer’s or of Dante’s heart sublime,— Not Michael’s hand furrowing the zones of time,— Is more with compassed mysteries musical; Nay, not in Spring’s or Summer’s sweet footfall More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeathes Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes Even from its shadowed contour on the wall. As many men are poets in their youth, But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong Even through all change the indomitable song; So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth, Upon this beauty’s power shall wreak no wrong.

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Tomorrow, you didn’t prolong my happiness… you let it be drifted by sorrow streams and when the night left with its darkness, I lost the whole kingdom of my dreams. And please, save me from normality, keep my dreams,my world of fantasy and let them have the same intensity when they will turn into reality. More on: http://mornincoffees.com/mornin-walk/

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC

mornincoffees

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, you didn’t prolong my happiness… you let it be drifted by sorrow streams and when the night left with its darkness, I lost the whole kingdom of my dreams. And please, save me from normality, keep my dreams,my world of fantasy and let them have the same intensity when they will turn into reality. More on: http://mornincoffees.com/mornin-walk/

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I try to care. I do. Time clings desperately hold to a past with such meaning. Change has pushed apart a friendship which was once so close. Try to prolong connection while new focuses divert our direction. I put forth effort in such continuation and grasp onto what is left. You let me go so effortlessly.

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC

au-ve

Effort(less).

I try to care. I do. Time clings desperately hold to a past with such meaning. Change has pushed apart a friendship which was once so close. Try to prolong connection while new focuses divert our direction. I put forth effort in such continuation and grasp onto what is left. You let me go so effortlessly.

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A little while a little love The hour yet bears for thee and me Who have not drawn the veil to see If still our heaven be lit above. Thou merely, at the day’s last sigh, Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone; And I have heard the night-wind cry And deemed its speech mine own. A little while a little love The scattering autumn hoards for us Whose bower is not yet ruinous Nor quite unleaved our songless grove. Only across the shaken boughs We hear the flood-tides seek the sea, And deep in both our hearts they rouse One wail for thee and me. A little while a little love May yet be ours who have not said The word it makes our eyes afraid To know that each is thinking of. Not yet the end: be our lips dumb In smiles a little season yet: I’ll tell thee, when the end is come, How we may best forget.

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Little While

A little while a little love The hour yet bears for thee and me Who have not drawn the veil to see If still our heaven be lit above. Thou merely, at the day’s last sigh, Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone; And I have heard the night-wind cry And deemed its speech mine own. A little while a little love The scattering autumn hoards for us Whose bower is not yet ruinous Nor quite unleaved our songless grove. Only across the shaken boughs We hear the flood-tides seek the sea, And deep in both our hearts they rouse One wail for thee and me. A little while a little love May yet be ours who have not said The word it makes our eyes afraid To know that each is thinking of. Not yet the end: be our lips dumb In smiles a little season yet: I’ll tell thee, when the end is come, How we may best forget.

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I realized that I only miss you when I'm high. I'm always high though, so maybe I'm trying to prolong your stay and torture myself with the thought of not being able to have you again. I am realizing even more now as I write this, that I only miss you when I'm high. Maybe I just want to remember you and pretend to be able to feel you again.

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC

miaisdead

Realizations, while high on marijuana

I realized that I only miss you when I'm high. I'm always high though, so maybe I'm trying to prolong your stay and torture myself with the thought of not being able to have you again. I am realizing even more now as I write this, that I only miss you when I'm high. Maybe I just want to remember you and pretend to be able to feel you again.

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* Complicated right and wrong, human mistakes gone prolong. hard to stop when truth hides from many unseen lies. Corruptions & conspiracies Mimics love for money. Population demands increase and supply decrease. Shortage of goods from over consumption. Rare find in a brink of extinction. *

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

pax

Community System ~

* Complicated right and wrong, human mistakes gone prolong. hard to stop when truth hides from many unseen lies. Corruptions & conspiracies Mimics love for money. Population demands increase and supply decrease. Shortage of goods from over consumption. Rare find in a brink of extinction. *

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BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s... ..... Really Interesting..... !!! Many CLAIM Disrespect... Because of TRUTH Said... That Upsets Their Heads... !?! Well In My Experience... These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!! Cos’ Their Form of Defence... Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!? From Women To Men... They Act Like Children... !?! When They’re Taken To Task... For Behaving Like An *** Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!! Standing On Grounds... Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!! QUICK To Run Their Mouths... Like... Lipsticked Clowns... Cos' Their Disrespect Circus... Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?! Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS... Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!! Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin... For The Truth To WIN... !!! So Their Disrespect Begins... With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!! So... Wrong And Strong... Is What They PROLONG................... When THEIR DISRESPECT... Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!! Because What They Try... Is To Try To... DENY... TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?! Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!! Whose Type of DISRESPECT... Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!! Especially When … They Come INCORRECT... !!! I’ve Now Been Disrespected … By So Many Collectives... That It Feels Like An Infection … That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!! As If I Am... The Target... For IGNORANCE To Market... !?! But It’s Now Become CLEAR... That My Veneer And Thinking Steers... Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR... When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!! Because of My Skin... And Because of My Lips... ?!? And Because My Words... Are TOO PURE For The Herds... of These SHEOPLE People... !!! So I’m TOO BLACK For Some... But NOT Black Enough For Others... Who Share The Same Colour... ?!? As If... Taking Care of My Mother... Was … DISRESPECTING... My Own … Blackness... ?!? Some People Should THINK... BEFORE They Link... Their Words To Things... That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!! So Of Course Some Women... Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!! When It Comes To How... I Break Them Down... DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!? When I Choose To CHALLENGE... Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!! With Words That RAVAGE... The LIES They... Manage... !!! Has PROVEN To FEED... DISRESPECT Speech... From IGNORANT Peeps’... Who Seem To BELIEVE... That They Really Know Me... ? DISRESPECT For THEM... Are Thoughts That Lend... Themselves To Express... SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?! That I Now Call Them... ..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!! So Called... " Friends "... And.... " Acquaintances ".... Should DO THIS LESS... !!! Choose To EXPRESS... A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Just Like ME... NOBODY's ABOVE... Being............... .......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC

big-virge

“Disrespected” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 28/2/2020

BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s... ..... Really Interesting..... !!! Many CLAIM Disrespect... Because of TRUTH Said... That Upsets Their Heads... !?! Well In My Experience... These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!! Cos’ Their Form of Defence... Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!? From Women To Men... They Act Like Children... !?! When They’re Taken To Task... For Behaving Like An *** Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!! Standing On Grounds... Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!! QUICK To Run Their Mouths... Like... Lipsticked Clowns... Cos' Their Disrespect Circus... Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?! Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS... Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!! Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin... For The Truth To WIN... !!! So Their Disrespect Begins... With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!! So... Wrong And Strong... Is What They PROLONG................... When THEIR DISRESPECT... Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!! Because What They Try... Is To Try To... DENY... TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?! Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!! Whose Type of DISRESPECT... Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!! Especially When … They Come INCORRECT... !!! I’ve Now Been Disrespected … By So Many Collectives... That It Feels Like An Infection … That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!! As If I Am... The Target... For IGNORANCE To Market... !?! But It’s Now Become CLEAR... That My Veneer And Thinking Steers... Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR... When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!! Because of My Skin... And Because of My Lips... ?!? And Because My Words... Are TOO PURE For The Herds... of These SHEOPLE People... !!! So I’m TOO BLACK For Some... But NOT Black Enough For Others... Who Share The Same Colour... ?!? As If... Taking Care of My Mother... Was … DISRESPECTING... My Own … Blackness... ?!? Some People Should THINK... BEFORE They Link... Their Words To Things... That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!! So Of Course Some Women... Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!! When It Comes To How... I Break Them Down... DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!? When I Choose To CHALLENGE... Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!! With Words That RAVAGE... The LIES They... Manage... !!! Has PROVEN To FEED... DISRESPECT Speech... From IGNORANT Peeps’... Who Seem To BELIEVE... That They Really Know Me... ? DISRESPECT For THEM... Are Thoughts That Lend... Themselves To Express... SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?! That I Now Call Them... ..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!! So Called... " Friends "... And.... " Acquaintances ".... Should DO THIS LESS... !!! Choose To EXPRESS... A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Just Like ME... NOBODY's ABOVE... Being............... .......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!

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I’m missing you for so long I hear your voice in a song I don’t know what is wrong The radio is playing along I thought our love is strong But we just don’t belong; This pain we can’t prolong So we should say “so long”

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Sep 3, 2015

Sep 3, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC

genius-monkey

So Long! Yet so Short!

I’m missing you for so long I hear your voice in a song I don’t know what is wrong The radio is playing along I thought our love is strong But we just don’t belong; This pain we can’t prolong So we should say “so long”

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I used to think I'd be saving lives. But the truth hits me hard and I realize, Some sickness is impossible to cure, And promises of wholeness just a lure. I make every effort often in vain To send you back home better than you came. But to prolong life often means to suffer. So I have another gift that I can offer. I can be your escort to death; Be a witness to your last breath. I will guide you on your final journey. Give you comfort and numb your hurting. Don't be afraid, you won't be alone, For I am watching over you as one of my own. I stop my tears til I can release them later. I'll walk you to the doorway. I am the gatekeeper.

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Sep 24, 2021

Sep 24, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC

Ashers

The Gatekeeper

I used to think I'd be saving lives. But the truth hits me hard and I realize, Some sickness is impossible to cure, And promises of wholeness just a lure. I make every effort often in vain To send you back home better than you came. But to prolong life often means to suffer. So I have another gift that I can offer. I can be your escort to death; Be a witness to your last breath. I will guide you on your final journey. Give you comfort and numb your hurting. Don't be afraid, you won't be alone, For I am watching over you as one of my own. I stop my tears til I can release them later. I'll walk you to the doorway. I am the gatekeeper.

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If I spilt my heart, would you be the heat that makes it evaporate? If something was bothering me, would you be there to listen to me elaborate? If I scribbled my sins on every lie I hold within, and lose track of my mind and not know where to begin, would you lift up my chin and whip the tears off my skin? Would you be the bright moonlight on the dark blue sea, as we dangle our legs off the dock, knowing we’re meant to be? Would you tell me our future from what you foresee? We’re like a growing tree. Even through the stormy nights, we still stand strong. Over the years, our rings remind us of what went wrong. It gives us strength and helps our relationship prolong. We’ll show the world that two hearts belong, together.

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Oct 29, 2012

Oct 29, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC

julie

Belong

If I spilt my heart, would you be the heat that makes it evaporate? If something was bothering me, would you be there to listen to me elaborate? If I scribbled my sins on every lie I hold within, and lose track of my mind and not know where to begin, would you lift up my chin and whip the tears off my skin? Would you be the bright moonlight on the dark blue sea, as we dangle our legs off the dock, knowing we’re meant to be? Would you tell me our future from what you foresee? We’re like a growing tree. Even through the stormy nights, we still stand strong. Over the years, our rings remind us of what went wrong. It gives us strength and helps our relationship prolong. We’ll show the world that two hearts belong, together.

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Indecisiveness enough as it is, I stay in the confines of my comfort, choices I begun to prolong. Waiting for something probably won’t come. I walk back and forth, And climbing ladders - up and down, an unchanging routine draining the life-force of my pretend smile. Sluggishly the plot-holes starts to appear messing the careful laid-out script I master to act. Barriers starts to crack, little by little I gather the courage to put the imaginary duck-tape to hold them together a little while longer until the final choice, is made sure without fear and hesitation.

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC

pax

Indecisiveness

Indecisiveness enough as it is, I stay in the confines of my comfort, choices I begun to prolong. Waiting for something probably won’t come. I walk back and forth, And climbing ladders - up and down, an unchanging routine draining the life-force of my pretend smile. Sluggishly the plot-holes starts to appear messing the careful laid-out script I master to act. Barriers starts to crack, little by little I gather the courage to put the imaginary duck-tape to hold them together a little while longer until the final choice, is made sure without fear and hesitation.

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Ever wonder what someone's sadness feels like? Ever really see that there's a huge difference between theirs and your own? What you understand as depression, may only be a blue day for another. I suppose that's why we can't relate to all poetry, Or truly understand much of it, To its cold point. How can we be predispositioned in good, While surrounded by so much evil? Call it human nature; No such thing as corruption, Instead it's all about purification. Daily struggles, testing our patience and ability to remain on a steady path. Each successful decision resulting in a step closer to personal sublimation. So what if dreams are reality, And reality is just the dream? Who's to say life is what it seems, And that dreams are only mental representations of our inner desires? Life's a withdrawal and dreams are the drugs that stop it, Yet equally prolong it. Then you wake up again.

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Apr 16, 2013

Apr 16, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC

Nicol-g

Psychological Struggles

Ever wonder what someone's sadness feels like? Ever really see that there's a huge difference between theirs and your own? What you understand as depression, may only be a blue day for another. I suppose that's why we can't relate to all poetry, Or truly understand much of it, To its cold point. How can we be predispositioned in good, While surrounded by so much evil? Call it human nature; No such thing as corruption, Instead it's all about purification. Daily struggles, testing our patience and ability to remain on a steady path. Each successful decision resulting in a step closer to personal sublimation. So what if dreams are reality, And reality is just the dream? Who's to say life is what it seems, And that dreams are only mental representations of our inner desires? Life's a withdrawal and dreams are the drugs that stop it, Yet equally prolong it. Then you wake up again.

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Prolong the journey to happiness revisit the memories of converging paths sighted images is what made these last but we cannot be sure it is for long Hear the woman echo the cry of love and joy praising a man's piece the romance is their buoy Faintly, I felt her touch at our last goodbye unaware of anything around us but sheer sorrow our eyes met and spark adjoined our lips touched, raising an alarm in my heart Promote the fantasies of malady her deep dark secrets keep me near of unspoken dreams, my lips are sealed Along with her fingertips, dastardly teasing with suffice her strawberry scented hair straight though sordid. I still long for her touch, even now.

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Jul 15, 2013

Jul 15, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC

heartsetablazed

Secret Love

Prolong the journey to happiness revisit the memories of converging paths sighted images is what made these last but we cannot be sure it is for long Hear the woman echo the cry of love and joy praising a man's piece the romance is their buoy Faintly, I felt her touch at our last goodbye unaware of anything around us but sheer sorrow our eyes met and spark adjoined our lips touched, raising an alarm in my heart Promote the fantasies of malady her deep dark secrets keep me near of unspoken dreams, my lips are sealed Along with her fingertips, dastardly teasing with suffice her strawberry scented hair straight though sordid. I still long for her touch, even now.

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People die everyday, Once they die for their sins they will pay. Like actors in a play, They leave the stage at the close of the day. But what of the actors that stay, The ones who's hair have turned gray? The old ship captain forever watching over the bay? The dog that eternally remains a stray? What if they had conquered death, By committing the ultimate theft? By stealing life to prolong the woe, Just by eating a fallen crow. Eat a crow, And you will know, How to play the main role, In your own show. You will conquer death, Be better then all the rest! In fact you'd be the best, If you just eat the crow. It gets better I assure you, You don't even need to make a stew. Who even knew, That eating it raw will do? Just find one on the ground, In fact find a bunch and make a mound. Luckily for us crows can be found, All year round. You know you want to conquer Death. Come on you kleptomaniac, commit the theft. Steal some life to prolong the woe, Eat the ******* crow. Eat a crow, And you will know, How to play the main role, In your own show. You will conquer death, Be better then all the rest! In fact you'd be the best, If you just eat the crow. Eat a crow, Eat a crow, Eat a crow, Conquer Death and eat a crow. It worked for me, It'll work for thee. I am not as old as can be, I am almost sixteen. Haven't died yet, So does that mean I've conquered Death? I ate the crow, How could I have said no? Eat a crow, And you will know, How to play the main role, In your own show. You will conquer death, Be better then all the rest! In fact you'd be the best, If you just eat the crow.

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Aug 11, 2011

Aug 11, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC

Wuji

How To Conquer Death

People die everyday, Once they die for their sins they will pay. Like actors in a play, They leave the stage at the close of the day. But what of the actors that stay, The ones who's hair have turned gray? The old ship captain forever watching over the bay? The dog that eternally remains a stray? What if they had conquered death, By committing the ultimate theft? By stealing life to prolong the woe, Just by eating a fallen crow. Eat a crow, And you will know, How to play the main role, In your own show. You will conquer death, Be better then all the rest! In fact you'd be the best, If you just eat the crow. It gets better I assure you, You don't even need to make a stew. Who even knew, That eating it raw will do? Just find one on the ground, In fact find a bunch and make a mound. Luckily for us crows can be found, All year round. You know you want to conquer Death. Come on you kleptomaniac, commit the theft. Steal some life to prolong the woe, Eat the ******* crow. Eat a crow, And you will know, How to play the main role, In your own show. You will conquer death, Be better then all the rest! In fact you'd be the best, If you just eat the crow. Eat a crow, Eat a crow, Eat a crow, Conquer Death and eat a crow. It worked for me, It'll work for thee. I am not as old as can be, I am almost sixteen. Haven't died yet, So does that mean I've conquered Death? I ate the crow, How could I have said no? Eat a crow, And you will know, How to play the main role, In your own show. You will conquer death, Be better then all the rest! In fact you'd be the best, If you just eat the crow.

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for Barry and Tina Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed, the fitness of waking up and going back to bed 50 years on the trot. But I look to my father’s hands and see all twelve-thousand morning mists he has seen. A gristmill heart, grained hands and workshop walking feet are all hidden from view. He writes in capitals, written with precision, and crosses the T’s as he goes along, So not to prolong the sentence writing chore, making more time, conjuring up the minutes to potter around and mend unbroken objects. - Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed, the fitness of waking up and going back to bed 50 years on the trot. But I look at my mother’s hands and see remedies read about in those magazines, all to look younger in the staff canteen. A watermill heart, smooth iron fingers and contoured, sculpted chiselled corridor feet are all hidden from view. She scrawls her sentences; they become the tide hiding letters and numbers in the swell of punctuation and dotted I’s, The T’s cross themselves and she moves on, another phone call to attend too or a new BBC this-time-more-accurate historical drama to view. - Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed, the fitness of waking up and going back to bed 50 years on the trot. But if you keep on going, stay out of strong sunlight so not to rot, those years will pass as a striking blur leading to coastal Big Sur roads, where the next 50 miles bring just as many smiles as the last 50.

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC

tim-knight

The Next 50

for Barry and Tina Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed, the fitness of waking up and going back to bed 50 years on the trot. But I look to my father’s hands and see all twelve-thousand morning mists he has seen. A gristmill heart, grained hands and workshop walking feet are all hidden from view. He writes in capitals, written with precision, and crosses the T’s as he goes along, So not to prolong the sentence writing chore, making more time, conjuring up the minutes to potter around and mend unbroken objects. - Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed, the fitness of waking up and going back to bed 50 years on the trot. But I look at my mother’s hands and see remedies read about in those magazines, all to look younger in the staff canteen. A watermill heart, smooth iron fingers and contoured, sculpted chiselled corridor feet are all hidden from view. She scrawls her sentences; they become the tide hiding letters and numbers in the swell of punctuation and dotted I’s, The T’s cross themselves and she moves on, another phone call to attend too or a new BBC this-time-more-accurate historical drama to view. - Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed, the fitness of waking up and going back to bed 50 years on the trot. But if you keep on going, stay out of strong sunlight so not to rot, those years will pass as a striking blur leading to coastal Big Sur roads, where the next 50 miles bring just as many smiles as the last 50.

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right left right left right left right we walk this path from day to night front to back and side to side these blinders keep us calm inside inside; a beat that we walk to what does that beat mean to you? to pump the blood that keeps you well? or does it prolong your living hell? if that beat began to slow until they said there was no flow then all the things that were ahead would vanish with the words "he's dead" if you could look him in the eye the younger you just might cry and ask you why you didn't even try to be that "motorcycle guy" it's too bad but it seems to be dreams have become idiocracy full of nos and won'ts and can'ts because you bought some big-boy-pants and with them on you chose to be the you that lacks originality to take yourself so seriously defines a loss of dignity so sold on how these things must go you photocopy the status quo embrace all that you can call you the fun, the weird, the nerdy too let it pour out of your soul onto a canvas; break the mold until the day when you decide to let your heart shine from inside and be the you that lives with ease accept the flaws; the insecurities you will walk down those same streets a miracle stripped to a monotonous beat so look within to find that passion it's up to you to take the action just believe; call this the start just believe; follow your heart

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Apr 30, 2013

Apr 30, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC

jj-sonders

follow your heart

right left right left right left right we walk this path from day to night front to back and side to side these blinders keep us calm inside inside; a beat that we walk to what does that beat mean to you? to pump the blood that keeps you well? or does it prolong your living hell? if that beat began to slow until they said there was no flow then all the things that were ahead would vanish with the words "he's dead" if you could look him in the eye the younger you just might cry and ask you why you didn't even try to be that "motorcycle guy" it's too bad but it seems to be dreams have become idiocracy full of nos and won'ts and can'ts because you bought some big-boy-pants and with them on you chose to be the you that lacks originality to take yourself so seriously defines a loss of dignity so sold on how these things must go you photocopy the status quo embrace all that you can call you the fun, the weird, the nerdy too let it pour out of your soul onto a canvas; break the mold until the day when you decide to let your heart shine from inside and be the you that lives with ease accept the flaws; the insecurities you will walk down those same streets a miracle stripped to a monotonous beat so look within to find that passion it's up to you to take the action just believe; call this the start just believe; follow your heart

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To prolong such an absence of vexatious jove Denying the will of instinct to arouse elation Self-inflicted desolation in which we all strove To create an empty shell like a fronted castration All the while being comforted by a depressing superiority As the uniqueness of our struggle blends in with conformity Yearning for our relations to meet with a tragic end Anticipating the consequence of a self-appointed woe Glorifying our character as we passionately pretend To endure an exclusive emotion that we all undergo This proclamation of individuality through insipid gloom Conveys nothing but the relative depiction of what I assume

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May 31, 2013

May 31, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC

EgoFeeder

Dominance Of Immiseration

To prolong such an absence of vexatious jove Denying the will of instinct to arouse elation Self-inflicted desolation in which we all strove To create an empty shell like a fronted castration All the while being comforted by a depressing superiority As the uniqueness of our struggle blends in with conformity Yearning for our relations to meet with a tragic end Anticipating the consequence of a self-appointed woe Glorifying our character as we passionately pretend To endure an exclusive emotion that we all undergo This proclamation of individuality through insipid gloom Conveys nothing but the relative depiction of what I assume

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