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"sappiness" poems
One day I met a titular telepath That made me do social math After I took a brief bubble bath Underneath his heavy hovercraft That submerged my brain Allowing no sign of refrain Only the pain Of the stain Of his Rorschach test Filling inside my crest You cast a spell of thought on me When you walk by so haughtily I can't think Only drink Your Kool-Aid Of a fool's blade It should be considered a crime The way you control my mind I feel so pointlessly paranoid And it's not the **** You travel to an abysmal void I just follow your lead I live in a world of mass media But you cut off my streaming So I guess I won't be seeing them And I can focus on dreaming Of an amazing life starring you And introducing happiness I don't care how it's reviewed The critics negate sappiness I'm so afraid you will get rid of me While I sit under your guillotine That can't reach me in your grasp But if I ever leave it'll be in half I'm trapped in a precarious position That I fear will carry us to collision I put my ear to the ground and listen For an approaching stampede That will steal my cognition Will those wildebeest thieves Make a deadly incision?
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Cognition
My dear little darling. You have become my beautiful starling! They always say love is blind. But i always have you in my mind. Words are beautiful. But they would never compare to you. Don't look at me like a fool, But you will always be my joule! I love you and you should know this. I look at you always feeling lovely bliss. You are the moon to my night sky. I count stars but never forget your cry. You and me wont be the couple that lasts forever... We will be that couple that last a forever in eternity! You, Only you could ever steal my heart. You my darling rose are the one who will be my start! Start you make question, Start of Happiness! I love you my darling! Be mine sixever, you disintegrate my sappiness. You are my starling!
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
My Darling
this poem is written in the contour of my body to represent what shoulders against me and how they pit inside me. I can't quite nearly explain how impeccable this here poem needs to be for this plan to work out perfectly, but i hope you can stomach the sappiness of this cliché plummet from my head to the toe, to my, (well, you know). So obviously by now we've gotten down to the belt of my body-shaped feelings i was telling you about these things are my legs, on top of which i stand, and by now we're near the bottom according to plan the things which support me like a right hand man. It's the little things that count like lying down in the sand.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
yesterday
People say things that they don't really mean... when they're upset, and they're angry, they say such horrible things. Wished their hands wrapped around your neck...and squeezed all the air out. Dreamed they stabbed you in the back...and pushed you into the water, and watched you drown. All those horrible things managed to scar me... All their compliments and sweet nothings just disappeared completely... swallowed by their negativity. Because you could never wound someone with sugar-coated sappiness... and you can never scar someone with happiness. Bliss is such a flighty feeling, something you could catch and hold for just a minute or so. but you have to let it go, or it's delicate powdery wings just disintegrate on your skin, now let it go... It dies either way, right before your eyes... One of the prettiest lies. Now cruelty is another thing... It crawls all over your skin, leaving slimy trails, and they cut in somehow and cause bleeding. Now that scars you deeply...
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
Butterflies Tell the Prettiest Lies
You entered my life When I was centered in strife So you mentored me right And invented the light You were okay with my flaws You were okay with my sappiness You introduced me to God You introduced me to happiness You’re the shepherd I’m the ***** Who’s ways were tempered In the holy sector You gave me a prize By making things clearer So I can look in my eyes When I look in the mirror You have given a gift Of a life lift Paradigm shift Removing spit Where I sit Your inner peace And inner beauty Are within reach And flow through me So this foal hobbles Behind its role model Drinking the whole bottle To match your bold throttle
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Shepherd
Everyone has emotions, Don't deprive them of their devotions. I believed that happiness Was in toe with sappiness. But now I see emotions lend passion, Even though apathy is trend fashion , People just don't care, Missing the mistress mare. For she kept depression in check, She softened oppressions harsh peck. Now emotions overlook towers, Blurred motions mistook my powers. Intent on a new intention, Pulled even In a state of suspension, Wild, lost child, nothing about his life was mild. But I do not dwell, On times where I fell, Not reliving a personal hell, But my advice I do tell. Negativity can embrace, Bring pain upon your face, But you have to rise, Fly high above petty lies.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Life without
i have all the time in the world and i'll have all the world in time all the world as in you because my world is in your heart and your heart, will in time, be mine the desire is real and desire leads to action ah, but not to desire your skin on mine though that addresses me with a smile anytime she pierces my consciousness and now, instead of personal revelation in the form of perfect poetical pontification comes the inevitable disdain i can't help but be disgusted at my own sappiness i can't help but read these words and think "holy **** you're such a **** what the hell are you writing. do you even understand it? you have no idea what you're writing." and I lose my inspiration and I'm left here. every. time. so ***** it
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
i'm left here.
I’ve been told that sadness brings truth A better understanding of what there is to feel In order to strip away the comfort our padding brings That so shields us from what there is Gives us the idea that all is soft We must take the pain of peeling away our person Pulling at our second skin and lamenting as it goes I’m told that melancholy helps us to know mirth Helps us to appreciate a smile Or other such defiance to the darkness But I can’t be sure How could we be justified? How could happiness be our goal If we go through something so terrible, So disempowering A **** of the senses A death of the self To reach it? Were we always to be happy? Is the answer an extreme? Why must we peak? Why may we not plateau, Reaching a bold, floating indifference to the truth And the real world? I would be happy to ride a level river Never knowing waterfalls Or water flowing uphill That is supposedly happiness The truth can hang The world can stay away I don’t want to know you Not through that anyway.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Sappiness
You are so tempting, To thirst for, touch, and taste. There's been something I've been attempting to reach. For us both. I'm wishing for growth, In great, glowing, grace. Diving deeper into our own uncharted waters. Searching for happiness. Oh such Sappiness, I know. But kisses, kindness, and my kindred spirit, Are what truly makes me glow. Caring for my love in turn for their care. A thing so deep and fair, My feelings, fondness, and facets. They're payment enough and what I offer. With support and tenderness in tow. My arms are open for you, Ready to give youthful, yearning, yumminess. I just hope you want it, and take it. Noting it's heft, with what meaning it has.
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Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 3:03 PM UTC
Your Opportunity
What a thief, From the outside, Has stolen and crumbled, Causing the genocide, Of my heart, And self-appreciation, What sat in in my, Emotional station, What has been stolen, Deep down inside me, Has no warranty, Can no longer abide by me, It is my true happiness, Wrecked by insults and sappiness, All it releases is selflessness, No this isn't a phase, It isn't a stage, Those really aren't things, Just like bragging and bling, They drive me down, I am too tired to get back up, Where am I now? Destroyed...I have no more love.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Stolen
“What’s a kiss?” My little sister asks. A kiss? “It’s bliss It’s a pleasure So much it can not be measured It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with And can last a lifetime In truth, a kiss is happiness And is the creator of all sappiness.” I want to say such But I can not tell her this! She would explode like a bomb. So I say, “Why don’t you go ask your mom.”
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
What Is A Kiss?
I tell myself to rebuild these broken wings I find myself soaring upon, but I realize the necessary tools are missing. I try to get a handle on my current situation but I realize there's no handle on my bedroom door anymore and I am trapped again. I have made a mess of the remains out of broken dry wall and picture frames. I rebuild, rebuild, rebuild but it's never like it was before. The paint is two-toned and some things can't be covered with a painting of your face next to mine. Some things can't even be patched up. Such as the way your eyes seem to guide me into a world that seems too daunting to stay inside. I let the breeze carry me away and hope the broken wings can still soar despite the damage that has been done. I have made a bed out of all my regrets and have no issues laying in it anymore and nowadays I tend to sleep better than I live. I have seen the misery in your eyes when the thought of me waking up without you on my mind crossed yours, and I've never felt so low. Plausibility isn't always the best reality and I know with you we have our differences, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Maybe the days I deem dull are just a distant memory and every time I wake up without you is a day I want to get through just to see you. Sappiness is not in my agenda, but intentions lead to attention on some occasions and I would like to spend every occasion with you.. Loving you has been the best thing I have ever done for myself. The first decision I made without anyone but myself in mind was when I said you could call me yours. Please believe me when I say, I will always be yours even if the day comes that we expire, I will age like fine wine, with you always still on my mind.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
September 1st.
I tell myself to rebuild these broken wings I find myself soaring upon, but I realize the necessary tools are missing. I try to get a handle on my current situation but I realize there's no handle on my bedroom door anymore and I am trapped again. I have made a mess of the remains out of broken dry wall and picture frames. I rebuild, rebuild, rebuild but it's never like it was before. The paint is two-toned and some things can't be covered with a painting of your face next to mine. Some things can't even be patched up. Such as the way your eyes seem to guide me into a world that seems too daunting to stay inside. I let the breeze carry me away and hope the broken wings can still soar despite the damage that has been done. I have made a bed out of all my regrets and have no issues laying in it anymore and nowadays I tend to sleep better than I live. I have seen the misery in your eyes when the thought of me waking up without you on my mind crossed yours, and I've never felt so low. Plausibility isn't always the best reality and I know with you we have our differences, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Maybe the days I deem dull are just a distant memory and every time I wake up without you is a day I want to get through just to see you. Sappiness is not in my agenda, but intentions lead to attention on some occasions and I would like to spend every occasion with you.. Loving you has been the best thing I have ever done for myself. The first decision I made without anyone but myself in mind was when I said you could call me yours. Please believe me when I say, I will always be yours even if the day comes that we expire, I will age like fine wine, with you always still on my mind.
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Sometimes are times like these, when things just feel alright, Other times I feel breeze, kick up the dust I bite, Although now seems just fine, I know what comes later, Sadness will come due time, each time it gets greater, Then I hope happiness, will come A-S-A-P, Then all the sappiness, is taken out of me, A constant back and forth, that's turmoil inside me, From east, west, south, to north, I circulate my plea, That is to love and care, for all friends and family, Also to help and share, the pain and agony.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
My Alright Plea
When night falls the thoughts become darker When night falls my soul slips even farther Though I no longer feel happiness I reminisce about our sappiness It's time to move on No not what you think Only to my next life Where I'll forever he freed
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
The Night