"rarly" poems - Hello Poetry

I make myself so happy for no reason then stick my own back, melancholic acts of treason, cut and measure my own lesions; a line between pleasure and pleasing. Not an pessimist nor a type of optimist but a realist who has mastered the execution of delusion and illusion. Oxymoronic, Guess I'm just human; Apparently the semblance of a god, so making something from nothing isn't odd, but I was given everything from a soul to my bones, hair to my toes; Even to me who stays in this, sinew and ivory, home the reason is unknown but I know the weight of this form has its toll. Ties made are rarly cut more than the material is used, bonds spirt imbued, that which feeds hate and love. My soul is the ocean my form the soil my mind the heavens so it's wisdom guides the toil. What I put on to my body will seep to the sea, be it poisons or ointments that is to be seen, my wish for foresight seems obscene, a noxious tint colors the scene Ah this is but a show, how else can I explain the tragedies sown. Who wrote this play? No Who paid its commission, who conscripted us to suffer, no need for permission, no fine print played off as a simple omission? Actors with no access to backstage so it is do or die, freedom in a cage, the 4th wall blocks our eyes. we get no reactions for our performance no real feedback, so we face our troupe like opponents, for no real reason. Whilst some seem to flourish in a limelight others perish in darkness some disappear through trap doors others fly with out harness. seasoned thespians sometimes show us a way; how to perform our parts, from when they entered the play. We are told there is a script, so I would say some have forgotten thier lines but honestly the script has never passed these eyes, all I know is that somes voices are drowned out by the soundtracks of anxiety and sadness; The polyrhythms of fear and deafening sound of loneliness and madness How could the director have this? That's the purpose of a tragedy; make the watcher feel like they are living lavishly. Wanted a reason why I find it so tragic. In the words of Life 'There, you have it.'

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Nov 7, 2018

Nov 7, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC

EnRoute

The soliloquy of a Tragic hero

I make myself so happy for no reason then stick my own back, melancholic acts of treason, cut and measure my own lesions; a line between pleasure and pleasing. Not an pessimist nor a type of optimist but a realist who has mastered the execution of delusion and illusion. Oxymoronic, Guess I'm just human; Apparently the semblance of a god, so making something from nothing isn't odd, but I was given everything from a soul to my bones, hair to my toes; Even to me who stays in this, sinew and ivory, home the reason is unknown but I know the weight of this form has its toll. Ties made are rarly cut more than the material is used, bonds spirt imbued, that which feeds hate and love. My soul is the ocean my form the soil my mind the heavens so it's wisdom guides the toil. What I put on to my body will seep to the sea, be it poisons or ointments that is to be seen, my wish for foresight seems obscene, a noxious tint colors the scene Ah this is but a show, how else can I explain the tragedies sown. Who wrote this play? No Who paid its commission, who conscripted us to suffer, no need for permission, no fine print played off as a simple omission? Actors with no access to backstage so it is do or die, freedom in a cage, the 4th wall blocks our eyes. we get no reactions for our performance no real feedback, so we face our troupe like opponents, for no real reason. Whilst some seem to flourish in a limelight others perish in darkness some disappear through trap doors others fly with out harness. seasoned thespians sometimes show us a way; how to perform our parts, from when they entered the play. We are told there is a script, so I would say some have forgotten thier lines but honestly the script has never passed these eyes, all I know is that somes voices are drowned out by the soundtracks of anxiety and sadness; The polyrhythms of fear and deafening sound of loneliness and madness How could the director have this? That's the purpose of a tragedy; make the watcher feel like they are living lavishly. Wanted a reason why I find it so tragic. In the words of Life 'There, you have it.'

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"I would die for you" It's a statment rarly true Commonly said Few people will die for you Its funny how you can say Say you love me When we FIGHT you say I hate you I wouldn't have it any other way But I have one question Just one It's Just Is Is this love true love or fake love Tell me it's killing me I fell hard Im still Still falling It's a hard question Question to answer but plz I would die for you Truth yes But Will you Do the to same

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Oct 15, 2016

Oct 15, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC

erik-lubbe

love of death

"I would die for you" It's a statment rarly true Commonly said Few people will die for you Its funny how you can say Say you love me When we FIGHT you say I hate you I wouldn't have it any other way But I have one question Just one It's Just Is Is this love true love or fake love Tell me it's killing me I fell hard Im still Still falling It's a hard question Question to answer but plz I would die for you Truth yes But Will you Do the to same

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My love honestly When we FIGHT It plays a game A game we all know Of red light And green light The light changes Some time often Other time it Well it Changes rarly Sometimes It fights itself spray And that's the truth

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC

erik-lubbe

red light green light

My love honestly When we FIGHT It plays a game A game we all know Of red light And green light The light changes Some time often Other time it Well it Changes rarly Sometimes It fights itself spray And that's the truth

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We are still young But when we are old When when we are old When its a word used in love Its good but very rarly its bad when It can be good and it usaly is When you read this and you loving someone right now think when we are old think it now while you still can.

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Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC

Loversforever

When

We are still young But when we are old When when we are old When its a word used in love Its good but very rarly its bad when It can be good and it usaly is When you read this and you loving someone right now think when we are old think it now while you still can.

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