"revealings" poems - Hello Poetry

That Old Drug Checklist? Completed. No Shame. So get over it. (It's rather colloquial, however, revealings as well. This is what I said to a boy from driver's ed who wanted to be my boyfriend... So I tried to scare him off. Hahaha. Rationale a la 15-year-old): Maple: It's not exactly something I talk about, ever, because it just demonstrates my insanity. But, I want to try everything. Every substance, every drug. Justin: Um, why? Maple: Why not? Justin: Well, cause it’s bad. Maple: If you believe in good or bad, right or wrong. I don't know what I believe except that we're all robots of each other and nothing matters anyways. Justin: Hmm, that’s a different way of thinking about it. I think that curiosity isn't bad, just be careful. . . Maple: I don't know if I am, but, meh. Is there really any good reason to do anything? Justin: Umm, no, not really. It’s what you feel, not what others feel. Well. . . just be careful. Maple: Safety is a conspiracy. Justin: Why do you say that? Maple: Think about it. You can insure everything you own, walk on the right side of the road and follow strong Christian morals that give the illusion of safety, as if you’ll go to heaven if you’re good and hell if you’re bad. But, with one fire, one plane crash. . . well it's all gone. The entirety of you. And who even knows if there is that insured heaven anyways? Justin: Hmm, you know I think that the way you think is very interesting and mostly true, I mean, nothing is ever completely safe. You can't always be careful, but I also think that you should use this and try to live life to its fullest. Maple: Thank you. But what is living life to it's fullest? Everyone always says that, but what does it mean? Justin: Well, like you, I know that what you’re doing is unhealthy, but your not afraid to try different things. You experience more then anyone else, cause most people play it safe in their comfort zone. Maple: Exactly! Always judging but never trying. Society has made these things into taboos, but are they really? I know that getting addicted is a terrible idea, but everything in moderation. Why always sit on the sidelines making assumptions behind whispered hands and backs? Why not jump into the game? Justin: Yep, that’s right. You can't sit there say that’s bad or you should do this if you haven't done it yourself. Because if you haven't, you don't know what it’s like and you’re being hypocritical. . . . Maple: Um. . . Says the boy who just told me not to do drugs “cause it’s bad.”

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC

Maples

**** and ****** Super Are Lame and I'm Happy I Know It

That Old Drug Checklist? Completed. No Shame. So get over it. (It's rather colloquial, however, revealings as well. This is what I said to a boy from driver's ed who wanted to be my boyfriend... So I tried to scare him off. Hahaha. Rationale a la 15-year-old): Maple: It's not exactly something I talk about, ever, because it just demonstrates my insanity. But, I want to try everything. Every substance, every drug. Justin: Um, why? Maple: Why not? Justin: Well, cause it’s bad. Maple: If you believe in good or bad, right or wrong. I don't know what I believe except that we're all robots of each other and nothing matters anyways. Justin: Hmm, that’s a different way of thinking about it. I think that curiosity isn't bad, just be careful. . . Maple: I don't know if I am, but, meh. Is there really any good reason to do anything? Justin: Umm, no, not really. It’s what you feel, not what others feel. Well. . . just be careful. Maple: Safety is a conspiracy. Justin: Why do you say that? Maple: Think about it. You can insure everything you own, walk on the right side of the road and follow strong Christian morals that give the illusion of safety, as if you’ll go to heaven if you’re good and hell if you’re bad. But, with one fire, one plane crash. . . well it's all gone. The entirety of you. And who even knows if there is that insured heaven anyways? Justin: Hmm, you know I think that the way you think is very interesting and mostly true, I mean, nothing is ever completely safe. You can't always be careful, but I also think that you should use this and try to live life to its fullest. Maple: Thank you. But what is living life to it's fullest? Everyone always says that, but what does it mean? Justin: Well, like you, I know that what you’re doing is unhealthy, but your not afraid to try different things. You experience more then anyone else, cause most people play it safe in their comfort zone. Maple: Exactly! Always judging but never trying. Society has made these things into taboos, but are they really? I know that getting addicted is a terrible idea, but everything in moderation. Why always sit on the sidelines making assumptions behind whispered hands and backs? Why not jump into the game? Justin: Yep, that’s right. You can't sit there say that’s bad or you should do this if you haven't done it yourself. Because if you haven't, you don't know what it’s like and you’re being hypocritical. . . . Maple: Um. . . Says the boy who just told me not to do drugs “cause it’s bad.”

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The world never saw the beauty in his forest green eyes All they saw were the horrible and cruel lies, That was spread for the enjoyment of gossip. People judging and rumors flying Social media is an angel in disguise People didn’t see the truth that radiated in his broken smile Or the never-ending love that continually poured from his heart All they chose to see were the “revealings” of his troubles That boy is a good lad True to himself and isn’t changing for anyone. He already knows exactly who he is It’s not his fault that they are all in a fool’s paradise It’s heartbreaking to see just how deep It’s getting hard for him to stay afloat When will the truth be seen? That boy is one of a kind with a beautiful soul He’s like a Kadupul with his rare, stellar mind People are just unfortunately too blind to see it. Hopefully, people will one day learn to not always trust their beautiful eyes.

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC

Jeanmariepoems

Fool’s Paradise

The world never saw the beauty in his forest green eyes All they saw were the horrible and cruel lies, That was spread for the enjoyment of gossip. People judging and rumors flying Social media is an angel in disguise People didn’t see the truth that radiated in his broken smile Or the never-ending love that continually poured from his heart All they chose to see were the “revealings” of his troubles That boy is a good lad True to himself and isn’t changing for anyone. He already knows exactly who he is It’s not his fault that they are all in a fool’s paradise It’s heartbreaking to see just how deep It’s getting hard for him to stay afloat When will the truth be seen? That boy is one of a kind with a beautiful soul He’s like a Kadupul with his rare, stellar mind People are just unfortunately too blind to see it. Hopefully, people will one day learn to not always trust their beautiful eyes.

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Lost I have found Chords of Pathways Home Again Confusion of Disconnection Swimming In a Fish bowl of Empty Desire With the Worlds Eyes A Peering Landscape Dissecting Innocence Of Youths Dreams.. Offered escape By an Eagles Beak Of Death I choose it And saw the World In the blessings Of Its Beauty Children on playgrounds That I never had Lovers in friendships That I knew awaited Revealings of Gods Word I was ever called To say Heart Lifting Beauty People from everywhere Majesty of Life The Grace and Joy Of Goodness ........ Pergemome Loves Hope Unjudged True Wealth Once Held Suddenly Taken Family God Ministers Robe Decisions Stole Mind My Beloved Freedom My Lover I seek For this Walk Gods Heaven This Earth Life Sharing Minds Eye It is that which I seek Home Again One Voice One Heart Wonder That I Am Blessed Courage.. Faith Lifes Eternity Joy, Loves Eternity Bliss ....My Brother Called.. His name was Sorrow They called him Satan His Love A Mothers Love It is She Who Sits with Him To Know Faith His Fathers Coming My Brothers Hand Lifted Vietnam He Cried Forgotten And Unknown A Homeless Boy A n Unbirthed Man Creator of Life With Song ***** His Rememberance Now Reclaimed Presence Volunteer, Innocence Of The Yes Murdered Creation ***** Indignity A Prison Of Unbecoming Our Tears His Witnessing And Freedom Absolved of Knowing Victory Meant more Than Life For No One

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC

kw3

Guitar Strings

Lost I have found Chords of Pathways Home Again Confusion of Disconnection Swimming In a Fish bowl of Empty Desire With the Worlds Eyes A Peering Landscape Dissecting Innocence Of Youths Dreams.. Offered escape By an Eagles Beak Of Death I choose it And saw the World In the blessings Of Its Beauty Children on playgrounds That I never had Lovers in friendships That I knew awaited Revealings of Gods Word I was ever called To say Heart Lifting Beauty People from everywhere Majesty of Life The Grace and Joy Of Goodness ........ Pergemome Loves Hope Unjudged True Wealth Once Held Suddenly Taken Family God Ministers Robe Decisions Stole Mind My Beloved Freedom My Lover I seek For this Walk Gods Heaven This Earth Life Sharing Minds Eye It is that which I seek Home Again One Voice One Heart Wonder That I Am Blessed Courage.. Faith Lifes Eternity Joy, Loves Eternity Bliss ....My Brother Called.. His name was Sorrow They called him Satan His Love A Mothers Love It is She Who Sits with Him To Know Faith His Fathers Coming My Brothers Hand Lifted Vietnam He Cried Forgotten And Unknown A Homeless Boy A n Unbirthed Man Creator of Life With Song ***** His Rememberance Now Reclaimed Presence Volunteer, Innocence Of The Yes Murdered Creation ***** Indignity A Prison Of Unbecoming Our Tears His Witnessing And Freedom Absolved of Knowing Victory Meant more Than Life For No One

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Six feet under the snow I decided to bury my feelings, “Are you really that cold?” Oh, you’re so surprised with my revealings, Heart in the pocket, a retired soul Never been able to reach its goal, Rising or failing, the angle’s so steep, Six feet under the snow They’re buried too deep.

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Jan 27, 2017

Jan 27, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC

poison-rain

Under The Snow

Six feet under the snow I decided to bury my feelings, “Are you really that cold?” Oh, you’re so surprised with my revealings, Heart in the pocket, a retired soul Never been able to reach its goal, Rising or failing, the angle’s so steep, Six feet under the snow They’re buried too deep.

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