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"saftey" poems
I want to live in a world where I can be proud of my body And not fear that I’m a 12, not a 2 and accept myself. I want to live in a world where men are valued on television And women are not always supreme in their tiny dresses. I want to live in a world where I do not have to fear for my saftey And not have to tell a friend I’m going for a walk. I want to live in a world where I can walk home alone at night And not have every creak, every thud set me on edge. I want to live in a world where gender equality is real And is not split through medial portrayal and unsafe reality.
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
I Want to Live in a World
hotels are casually destroying the enviornment i love the feeling i get when you accept that i'm getting closer to you I have so much to do but let's get taco bell and play minecraft all day we can build a quiet town while the world around ours falls apart snuggle baby, comfy love baby talk, my sweet bliss rotting me from the inside out, emotional decay just one more ******* day i cannot handle looking at your face and i'm gone forever I spend most nights suffering but failing miserably at relationships babe if you only ******* knew you were the closest thing to a soulmate but the furthest away from true love i still bang my head against the wall I cover my ears and scream when I can't handle the sound of this world's destruction it's all louder and more apparent without the saftey you granted me you're probably happy as i'm being tortured and devoured my soul **** out and thrown away into a pit of ******* useless torment corprate casual slave hell but we all die alone and that's what matters most so who rly cares
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
getting ****** since the day i was born
So there is this pyramid. We learned about it last week This guy, his name was Maslow...is Maslow maybe he is still alive. I'm not sure. I don't even know his full name....I''ll probably do really well in this class, by the way. So, Maslow, he came up with this pyramid. A pyramid of physiological need. Ineresting right? I think it is pretty interesting. The bottom of the pyramid, the biggest part, contains the things you need the most. Air, water, food, sleep...you get the idea. The next part says saftey and security. In order to live a fufilling life you need... air, water, food, sleep, saftey and security. Pretty simple Then, this guy Maslow, he throws this ******** into the mix... on the next level of the pyramid he puts love and belonging. Love and belonging? A necessity? I have only lived about 19 years of my life and I think it is safe to say that I have never loved. Not really loved anyone. I love my mom, I love my dog. I hope that is the kind of love that Maslow is talking about or else ....I am not fufilling my physiological needs. So I'm a little ****** up, yeah I could belive that. To top this **** off. Maslow throws Esteem and Self-esteem on the tip top of this pyramid. Well now Maslow...hes really making my day I got none of that either. So here I am taking some notes in class and Maslow makes me realized that I'm a pretty incomplete person. Right here, in the middle of my Psychology lecture surounded by at least 300 other incomplete people.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
Maslow's Pyramid
Here I was, wonder how to get to work? When a blessing came my way. From out of nowhere I was blessed. I learn, we should always be a blessing to another. There I was at a service station. Then someone asked for assistance. Without thinking. Which I should have. I became a blessing to another. God lead us. God guide us with saftey and confidence. To be a blessing to another. Some of us have gave our last dime. When we was hurting. We could have stayed selfish. Or offer our own reason's to why not? But for some reason we reached out. To be a blessing to another. Childrens do it. Adults do it. Unselfish churches does it. We all is a blessing to another.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Be A Blessing To Another
Laying on my back I watch the ceiling, the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars begin to fall one after another- as I regard my world crumbling from the bottom up and the sky feigns my view to take me back to picturesque memories of childhood in the summertime. A ball flying towards the power lines in the action of a cul de sac neighborhood game And countless bending limbs towards a mailbox driveway To saftey. The verdant grass on the ground encompasses a happy body; A ball of innocent energy laughing in the perfection of a moment That wasn't captured on camera.   Road trips to New York in the camper Playing music that I didn't know I would be holding close to my heart, Living in time that went by much slower than it does now- Forever joking to daddy are we there yet? The sand dune hills never seemed so big As they did when I built sand castles in the gritty beige of my grandma's land. The bristling field never felt as fresh As the first times I ran out in them, Laughing in the perfection of another moment That was not captured on camera. Back home, when grandma and grandpa still lived with us, I run around in tiny clothes in my tiny body Planting flowers in pots with my grandma in the warm summer air And hitching lawn mower rides as my grandpa mows the lawn. Held in his firm arms I am laughing in the perfection of a moment That was not captured on camera. I can feel the golden light of happiness still inside me- Bubbling and giggling as innocence hides somewhere inside my maturity. I watch the ceiling above me fall back into place Gaze at the stars flowing back into their given position As if they'd never moved at all, I lay here as my mind reaches back to when it wasn't hard to be infinitely happy, To moments of innocence that bring me back To safety While I laugh in the imperfection of a moment That is me now.
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
Memories of a Camera Mind
Laying on my back I watch the ceiling, the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars begin to fall one after another- as I regard my world crumbling from the bottom up and the sky feigns my view to take me back to picturesque memories of childhood in the summertime. A ball flying towards the power lines in the action of a cul de sac neighborhood game And countless bending limbs towards a mailbox driveway To saftey. The verdant grass on the ground encompasses a happy body; A ball of innocent energy laughing in the perfection of a moment That wasn't captured on camera.   Road trips to New York in the camper Playing music that I didn't know I would be holding close to my heart, Living in time that went by much slower than it does now- Forever joking to daddy are we there yet? The sand dune hills never seemed so big As they did when I built sand castles in the gritty beige of my grandma's land. The bristling field never felt as fresh As the first times I ran out in them, Laughing in the perfection of another moment That was not captured on camera. Back home, when grandma and grandpa still lived with us, I run around in tiny clothes in my tiny body Planting flowers in pots with my grandma in the warm summer air And hitching lawn mower rides as my grandpa mows the lawn. Held in his firm arms I am laughing in the perfection of a moment That was not captured on camera. I can feel the golden light of happiness still inside me- Bubbling and giggling as innocence hides somewhere inside my maturity. I watch the ceiling above me fall back into place Gaze at the stars flowing back into their given position As if they'd never moved at all, I lay here as my mind reaches back to when it wasn't hard to be infinitely happy, To moments of innocence that bring me back To safety While I laugh in the imperfection of a moment That is me now.
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(The warmth of your chest could've melted the ice in my heart) I always thought No matter what I could seek saftey in your arms But **** Your arms were not made to be wrapped around me And the warmth of your chest and the sound of your heartbeat Were not mine to keep (Your heartbeat could've started mine)
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
You Weren't Mine
My journey began in a meadow Where I heard the angels sing My journey began towards a fellow My journey began towards a ring I walked past green bodies of water Whose hue turned successively black The sky seemed to grow ever small I knew there was no turning back It felt like a valley of shadow And I knew that I feared evil there I knew that the scriptures were hollow I knew that it was everywhere The first mountain appeared in the distance Its rocky face wrinkled and drawn Water poured from its edges I walked until I felt the dawn The path laid before me was skinny Full of marks of missing hikers old trails I tried not to let it scare me That there were not returning signs of hikers anywhere I began the climb every slowly Careful to place my feet firm I intended to climb to the top I wish I knew how much it would burn The landscape was broken and oily The slick rocks offered no feeble saftey I admired the sky and trees Now all I had to do was keep waiting The pack on my shoulders grew heavy And it slipped slowly down my weak arms But I lifted it up with a grunt And I continued, in fear I'd be harmed The silence itself seemed too quiet It disliked be broken at all I kept to myself and my walking Where I found one, I hugged the wall After days maybe years of this climbing I could see the sharp top of the hill Increasing my speed, ever eager I exerted all of my will With one last burst of strength I was standing Looking out over valley and dale My heart leapt inside me with yearning While I let my hair blow in a gale The sky seemed to echo the heavens The stars in the sky called my name I had reached the absolute top I thought I'd never have to climb again But I was wrong I suffered in the end
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
The First Mountain
My journey began in a meadow Where I heard the angels sing My journey began towards a fellow My journey began towards a ring I walked past green bodies of water Whose hue turned successively black The sky seemed to grow ever small I knew there was no turning back It felt like a valley of shadow And I knew that I feared evil there I knew that the scriptures were hollow I knew that it was everywhere The first mountain appeared in the distance Its rocky face wrinkled and drawn Water poured from its edges I walked until I felt the dawn The path laid before me was skinny Full of marks of missing hikers old trails I tried not to let it scare me That there were not returning signs of hikers anywhere I began the climb every slowly Careful to place my feet firm I intended to climb to the top I wish I knew how much it would burn The landscape was broken and oily The slick rocks offered no feeble saftey I admired the sky and trees Now all I had to do was keep waiting The pack on my shoulders grew heavy And it slipped slowly down my weak arms But I lifted it up with a grunt And I continued, in fear I'd be harmed The silence itself seemed too quiet It disliked be broken at all I kept to myself and my walking Where I found one, I hugged the wall After days maybe years of this climbing I could see the sharp top of the hill Increasing my speed, ever eager I exerted all of my will With one last burst of strength I was standing Looking out over valley and dale My heart leapt inside me with yearning While I let my hair blow in a gale The sky seemed to echo the heavens The stars in the sky called my name I had reached the absolute top I thought I'd never have to climb again But I was wrong I suffered in the end
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One Mississippi Two Mississippi Three Mississippi I first saw you in the desert Beneath a crescent moon Where the scorpion and asp Fight over dust Stone pillars In the belly of a dune Your face half covered As you ride a white horse Don't come back See no evil It must have been A dream Or at least I awoke to the sound of rain As it fell in the jungle around me In the mist of morning The vines cling and wrap And monkeys barked like dogs The snake coiled on the branch On a log you sit cross-legged Smiling Or maybe You were imagined When I was stranded at sea Having fever dreams on the back Of an orange saftey raft Until the sun burned the skin As the fever climbed Blue cool water beneath me I fall in Letting the cold wake me For a moment From the terrors The clear blue water Sun shining through I saw you below the waves Smiling Turning to kick down into the deep black I followed you Watching your white calves kick Up and down Following you deeper Long after my lungs gave way I descended Until sunlight couldn't reach me And your warm fingers Touched my face In the frigid deep And then You Became everything
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Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 2:12 AM UTC
Eyes like rubies
DDK; ***** Dank Kush I light it up like arson to a bush I paint the town red just like my eyes If my mom knew it would be a surprise I fall down, I don't know why I see my life before my eyes I realize that this kush laced with coke I pray for saftey I pray for hope Then I realize cokes ******* awesome I punch a kid, I punch a possum I go home and **** my ***** Not realizing that it was actually my landlord, what a **** I think that coke and me will be alright I ride into the sunset all night.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
DDK
November 6 this day Brought me a feeling inside Of deep depression seeping in How I witnessed too much How she cried over the ring Of her parents broken marriage Tears forming in her eyes tilting her head up so they wouldnt fall To reveal the pain she felt But it radiated towards me And how saftey pins and beads Ment so much to her An unknown meaning But I felt her emotions gravitating Towards me How the boy With rebellion tattooed in his mind Had a quiet face That showed how angry he was inside But his smile was something Rare and special that I had barley seen how the girls Could claim To be my friends But swiftly leave And isolate me Without a care loneliness was something That occured each day more often The the day before How I have to see you The being I once deeply cared about That I gave my all for With someone else How that boy Stared at that girl In a way I envied No, not with lust But with a love Searching for every Perfect thing in her Observing All day is a habit Which I hate I discover Things That I should Not know
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
observatory
Staring at the man who wishes for me to sit down I will crush it that spherical demon high strung with cotton twine and pleather Throw at me, bro! Gaussian function calculated velocity ready to strike Don't cross my domain this is my house! my sneer gets sneerier my grip intensifies KAPOWzawazzzzA! the earth quakes my energy released Sixty feet to victory! I move like the wind of hurricane force I feel a POP! Thirty feet to saftey I limp back home I'm too old for this $hit! Heat and ice twice thrice doctor's reason out for the season
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Suicidal Tendons
My Hands Covered With Dust, From Molding My Cracked Clay Heart Back Together, My Chilled Test Tube Full, From Concocting A Hearty Brew Of Strength, The Clothes I Wear, Are A Mask And Saftey Pins, To Hold Myself Together, When All I Want To Do Is Break, I Do Not Need An Opinion On My Woes, Because All Which Fills My Head Is Critisim, I Do Not Need Words To Heal My Wounds--No! Enough Words! Words Can Be Beautiful, But Too Many People Have Been Using This Magic Only To Hurt, I'm Tired Of Trying To Please Others, Trying To Appease Anyone In This Hell, I Have Had Enough Of Telling Myself Don't Cry, Not Here, I've Been Doing So Good, Yet I'm Treated Like I Haven't Been, Constantly Being Whipped By Venom Covered Spines, Taking Their Toll--Swimming Through Corrupted Veins, My Liver Failing From The Poison, And As I Die In The Weaning Sunlight, I Am Bitter And I Don't Care
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
I'm Bitter And I Don't Care
It was a good night With cold wind Until I wrapped my car around a telephone pole I was in and out at first upside down Saftey glass Refelected on the moonlit road As I wait in silence Each breath is ragged beneath my shattered ribs The rub of the seatbelt on my my clavicle Snapped like a broken branch I fight to keep my eyes open I wake up to a man kneeling in the puddle of diamond windshield pieces Yelling into a cell phone, and then talking to me calmly I don't remeber my name No I don't know what day it is I'm gonna die I wake up in the ambulance The feeling of my lungs pumping themselves The feeling of blood pooling beneath my hands The sound of paramedics yelling at each other Then talking quietly to me No I don't know where I am No I don't know how many fingers you are holding up A neck brace keeps me from looking around But I can see so clear in my mind That day at the beach When we skipped school The night I snuck to your house When your mom was out The time I got bit by a dog A hot afternoon in April I remeber pine needles falling from the trees As you kneel in the clearing Talking about heaven The emergency room doors slid open On their own Nurses yell back and forth And speak quietly to me As they cut away the clothes from my blackened skin As the needle finds my vein And I notice the old flamiliar sting Among so much anguish I dont smell the sterile smell of the hospital Or the smell of my own scorched skin I smell the sea The sand on your skin The taste of salt The after swim kiss I can't hear the beep of my blood pressure as it begins to rise Or the yell of the nurse for a crash cart I heard you sing As we drove down the road The moon was orange And the sky was red I could have turned down the radio Just to listen They yelled around me It all fell on deaf ears The last thing I ever told you was "I never loved you and I never will
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
This won't hurt a bit
It was a good night With cold wind Until I wrapped my car around a telephone pole I was in and out at first upside down Saftey glass Refelected on the moonlit road As I wait in silence Each breath is ragged beneath my shattered ribs The rub of the seatbelt on my my clavicle Snapped like a broken branch I fight to keep my eyes open I wake up to a man kneeling in the puddle of diamond windshield pieces Yelling into a cell phone, and then talking to me calmly I don't remeber my name No I don't know what day it is I'm gonna die I wake up in the ambulance The feeling of my lungs pumping themselves The feeling of blood pooling beneath my hands The sound of paramedics yelling at each other Then talking quietly to me No I don't know where I am No I don't know how many fingers you are holding up A neck brace keeps me from looking around But I can see so clear in my mind That day at the beach When we skipped school The night I snuck to your house When your mom was out The time I got bit by a dog A hot afternoon in April I remeber pine needles falling from the trees As you kneel in the clearing Talking about heaven The emergency room doors slid open On their own Nurses yell back and forth And speak quietly to me As they cut away the clothes from my blackened skin As the needle finds my vein And I notice the old flamiliar sting Among so much anguish I dont smell the sterile smell of the hospital Or the smell of my own scorched skin I smell the sea The sand on your skin The taste of salt The after swim kiss I can't hear the beep of my blood pressure as it begins to rise Or the yell of the nurse for a crash cart I heard you sing As we drove down the road The moon was orange And the sky was red I could have turned down the radio Just to listen They yelled around me It all fell on deaf ears The last thing I ever told you was "I never loved you and I never will
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Be my life boat Be my cussion. Tell me I'm safe. Whisper with your sweet molasses and soothe me. Tell me you love me and you allways will. Tell me I'm special. Tell me I'm beautiful. Say that you care. Hold me close in your armour clad arms and rock me. Say that you are lost without me . Say that you need me. Say that you will always be there. Be my saftey. Be my comfort.
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
Safety
I whisper to you softly in the frozen night My breath reflects off the empty pipe You look deeply into my open eyes And the steal the words I try and find You put your mouth on mine and breathe in life Reminding me of the thoughts that got lost inside *I gasp for breath * You smile as if you'd never seen death  And suddenly I speak, The words come out unbareingly softly.. Time slows down and the silence rings My heart is waiting it wants to scream And your answer is silenced by the Phone that sings Back to bed my love, I'll see you in my dreams Because in my dreams is where we live  Where we dance and have everything to give Where worries and struggles don't exist  And every problem is solved with a kiss No one is hungry and no one is missed Just me you and everyone in bliss My dream is full of the gardens you see Vibrant colors and redwood trees Garden nombs and endless **** Open your mind so we can all be freed Never Again will I watch your eyes bleed For my saftey net surrounds you for eternity But caution my love, don't you forget It is here where the devil once slept Where the seas were angry and the serpents crept Where the montsers appeared from under my bed Where the man jumped off the 20ft ledge The same place I hide all my worries and dread But If this place is safe and you feel okay, then take my hand and we can run away
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Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC
Dreams
You provide security, Like a baby blanket to a child, The stuffie I can't let go of. You keep me safe of a night, Allowing me to sleep sound in your arms. Knowing I am safe from the harm of the world The harm of my own mind.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Saftey
I want to thank you. I want to thank the men At the bus stop With smiles and ties Reminding me that I wasn't a deer in the headlights of destruction To my legs And October 21st When they carried me home Strong willed and striking the ground with unwavering steps For that day I took the bus By myself And still felt a small sheet Of saftey To Cherry Street and Pearl Street For easing my mind when I thought I was completely lost For the kids with backpacks And pink hair Because their home is mine too.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Dear Burlington,
My drought had been long My thrist severe inside The desert cold of my loneliness. Such a pining I felt And could not describe but My need was easily understood. I had a craving for contact Of warm skin, conditioned hair, Under the saftey of a comforter. The Night's cold that chills May speak of my need, but the Wounds of my soul held the truth. I could feel myself withering In the cold desert of my feelings- Such a death I wish on no one. My rewaking arose with the cold Sting of a blade, feeling warm against my icy veins. The blade made a flow of words into my mind and bid me to write them here. Of such reminders I have few, But I remember this feeling, Which I asked to wait outside the door. Upon Her entry I remembered why I had avoided Her for so long, Her cold gaze penetrating my heart. It was not in my strength to Fain a second defense against The onslaught of her will. She held me in her frigid embrace And I thanked her for it, For within it was a hint of what I longed. I knew the blade was Hers, And bid her again my gratitude, For I knew this death would let me live. It is almost morbidly humorous That Loneliness can take care of Those enslaved to her so well. Clasping the wound from the blade I walked out the Door, wishing to Turn back and show my rejoice of my freedom. There was little time however, And I wished to say goodbye to a Chosen few, and the journey was harsh. The wind outside howled and snow Bit at my face, much like those I felt necessary to bid my adieu. While I can scarcely recall My meetings with both, I know The burden was lessened by the visit. The touch of a warm hand lingered On my cheek, and the taste of a kiss On my tongue were the only memories I left with. At the Gateway to the Relm of the Warm I looked back quietly on the Land of the Lonely. I know many despise that Queendom, But I cultivated a fondness for it Few can grow, and fewer can explain. At 2AM I took a longing breath Of the coldness that surrounded me And with it I walked out the archway.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Queen of Loneliness
My drought had been long My thrist severe inside The desert cold of my loneliness. Such a pining I felt And could not describe but My need was easily understood. I had a craving for contact Of warm skin, conditioned hair, Under the saftey of a comforter. The Night's cold that chills May speak of my need, but the Wounds of my soul held the truth. I could feel myself withering In the cold desert of my feelings- Such a death I wish on no one. My rewaking arose with the cold Sting of a blade, feeling warm against my icy veins. The blade made a flow of words into my mind and bid me to write them here. Of such reminders I have few, But I remember this feeling, Which I asked to wait outside the door. Upon Her entry I remembered why I had avoided Her for so long, Her cold gaze penetrating my heart. It was not in my strength to Fain a second defense against The onslaught of her will. She held me in her frigid embrace And I thanked her for it, For within it was a hint of what I longed. I knew the blade was Hers, And bid her again my gratitude, For I knew this death would let me live. It is almost morbidly humorous That Loneliness can take care of Those enslaved to her so well. Clasping the wound from the blade I walked out the Door, wishing to Turn back and show my rejoice of my freedom. There was little time however, And I wished to say goodbye to a Chosen few, and the journey was harsh. The wind outside howled and snow Bit at my face, much like those I felt necessary to bid my adieu. While I can scarcely recall My meetings with both, I know The burden was lessened by the visit. The touch of a warm hand lingered On my cheek, and the taste of a kiss On my tongue were the only memories I left with. At the Gateway to the Relm of the Warm I looked back quietly on the Land of the Lonely. I know many despise that Queendom, But I cultivated a fondness for it Few can grow, and fewer can explain. At 2AM I took a longing breath Of the coldness that surrounded me And with it I walked out the archway.
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I was never good at being consistent. In fact, the mere thought of planning a day ahead screams through my mind ripping it at the seams with a searing pain only paralleled by that of the mundane. My mind is always distant. Off in the clouds whisked away by any light breeze  lucky enough to seize it's sails in a full blown misdirection. It's a common misconception.  Some say its supposed to be this way. People. Most people, go about their ornate days unable and unwilling to be swept up in the filigree. The fragile, intricate, beautiful moments of each day. I detest the societal saftey blanket we pull over our eyes.
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
Structure
With each step, as you near, You may find an unbreachable outskirt. It floats and carries on for miles upon miles. Were a man immortal He would find no end still. It rises to the clouds, It extends into the earth. It may be found to hold a key, One of which is not known to me. A concealed weapon against this passive aggressive beast. As haunting to both sides, It ruins left and right. Leaving mess in wake, It will continue and savage on Just walk away Just leave it be, Many have not, And seemingly will not, Find the door; They won't walk through.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Saftey
I promised I'd never forget you It'd be impossible if I tried. You were my third love. You will always be the tall thin boy with silky curls the color of sunset, eyes of liquid atmosphere, and crushed coral lips you'd only kiss me with when we were shrouded in the saftey of my blankets. In the night you taught me to love.
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Poems for a Lover Pt.1
Theres always a excuse not to fail. Lack of spine is what it all comes down.to. Many build a callus on there *** waiting for something to land in there lap. Is it fear or comfort that makes one lazy? I never knew anything easy two broken feet a few broken ribs a busted knuckle or two the scars of effort i wore them with pride. People are a nice thought far to often gone astray. There words lend fools comfort. And keep the bitter moving without regret. I was alone with my thoughts and what a place i truly embraced being. Crazy is just a word to keep others away. Maybe its why i wore it like a badge. For its the mad ones that intrest me the most. There is always a reason not to try. And never a excuse that doesnt reek of ******** and a normal existance. Saftey is for signs on the walls and guns in bored fools hands. Avoid that word at all time's and you will be fine. As you bask in the solace of your own truths and simple plessures. Theres never a excuse.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
No Excuses