"secretely" poems - Hello Poetry

All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing. Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children. Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it. Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently. For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family. Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over. However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands. Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals. Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo. Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom. Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly. Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry. Never neglect the notion of nice. Optimism overcomes others opinions. Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities. Quietly questioning their quality. Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant. Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation. Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured. Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.

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May 5, 2011

May 5, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC

robert-nnamdi-parkinson

Relationship ABC's

All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing. Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children. Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it. Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently. For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family. Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over. However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands. Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals. Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo. Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom. Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly. Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry. Never neglect the notion of nice. Optimism overcomes others opinions. Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities. Quietly questioning their quality. Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant. Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation. Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured. Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.

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How can you be my friend if you envy me? How can you be my friend if you have a heart not free? How can you say you love me when love you've yet to see? How can you tell me you support me when half the time yourself you cannot be? And memories there are chuckles and deep thoughts shared Now situation delivers pain and tears are shed A friend you'd still be when nothing's said But insecurity has to intervene oblivious of the fact that you do not love thee However it may seem you have issues that are real However it may seem I have scars and wounds that are deep Given into negative emotion, our friendship would be over and seem like a dream over like a dream for your self is all that matters, how are we a team? You talk behind my back about my flaws all the things that you secretely abhor Out you go then, there's the door. How can you be my friend if you use me? How can you be my friend if you fear to lose me? Rather than cherish to have me How can you be my friend if you continually bruise me? How can you be my friend if you find it hard to fuse with me? I am my own friend in my head Hence have I the heart to find comfort in giving Often reluctant to be on the end of receiving Tolerant of impositions perilous and demeaning I am the strange guy whom to most has no meaning Who is a diamond once I start winning I have been searching for fungi repellent To avoid parasites that feed on a heart excellent Our friends can be enemies, that's rebellion If you cannot treat me as friend, like I would, goodbye then.

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC

moment-momeant

How Can You Be A Friend?

How can you be my friend if you envy me? How can you be my friend if you have a heart not free? How can you say you love me when love you've yet to see? How can you tell me you support me when half the time yourself you cannot be? And memories there are chuckles and deep thoughts shared Now situation delivers pain and tears are shed A friend you'd still be when nothing's said But insecurity has to intervene oblivious of the fact that you do not love thee However it may seem you have issues that are real However it may seem I have scars and wounds that are deep Given into negative emotion, our friendship would be over and seem like a dream over like a dream for your self is all that matters, how are we a team? You talk behind my back about my flaws all the things that you secretely abhor Out you go then, there's the door. How can you be my friend if you use me? How can you be my friend if you fear to lose me? Rather than cherish to have me How can you be my friend if you continually bruise me? How can you be my friend if you find it hard to fuse with me? I am my own friend in my head Hence have I the heart to find comfort in giving Often reluctant to be on the end of receiving Tolerant of impositions perilous and demeaning I am the strange guy whom to most has no meaning Who is a diamond once I start winning I have been searching for fungi repellent To avoid parasites that feed on a heart excellent Our friends can be enemies, that's rebellion If you cannot treat me as friend, like I would, goodbye then.

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Poetry is too cheap compared to simple words uttered. Many that are not suppose to have much meaning. But yet they make me shiver down to my knees. They flow in the waves of silence And become little whispers of love. With a very pure tone of care. They make me realise what true friendship means. Always fluttered. I hide every blush with a smile. And it too is always complimented, And at the back of my mind I keep screaming "Thank you". Secretly falling in love. I pray he doesn't find out. With a lot of pressure I get from the rest of my friends. I have drove the thoughts out of their minds by telling them 'to forget it'. I know it would never work. I would rather have him as a friend. Yet every time he speaks His words make me melt uncontrollably. I keep trying to forget about him, But his words rapidly play inside my head. I tell my heart to stop melting, And my mind to stop thinking. But it seems not to work. I adore him in every way possible. His height, just so perfect. His eyes draw me close to his soul. And everytime I get a chance to hug him, I pray that he never let's go. He is a sample of all that I need Yet I know I should find another lover But up until then my heart slowly And secretly beats for him.

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Jun 27, 2016

Jun 27, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC

nolwazijoubert

Secretely falling in love

Poetry is too cheap compared to simple words uttered. Many that are not suppose to have much meaning. But yet they make me shiver down to my knees. They flow in the waves of silence And become little whispers of love. With a very pure tone of care. They make me realise what true friendship means. Always fluttered. I hide every blush with a smile. And it too is always complimented, And at the back of my mind I keep screaming "Thank you". Secretly falling in love. I pray he doesn't find out. With a lot of pressure I get from the rest of my friends. I have drove the thoughts out of their minds by telling them 'to forget it'. I know it would never work. I would rather have him as a friend. Yet every time he speaks His words make me melt uncontrollably. I keep trying to forget about him, But his words rapidly play inside my head. I tell my heart to stop melting, And my mind to stop thinking. But it seems not to work. I adore him in every way possible. His height, just so perfect. His eyes draw me close to his soul. And everytime I get a chance to hug him, I pray that he never let's go. He is a sample of all that I need Yet I know I should find another lover But up until then my heart slowly And secretly beats for him.

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I don't know if this is poetry This is a wounded cry This life of mine Lately, is a bad dream I tread lightly in the pools of insanity I can't forget that ******* fortune cookie It was our first date, and lovely at that I haven't taken a lady out Since Before there was hair on my chest It's nice to be wanted Away from lights And one nights On stages and bar corners Subways and cafes Anywhere my heart sings Just makes the clown Ever so similar to me But that ******* fortune cookie Curse if I remember what it said Mine advised beginnings are the start of much labor And hers urging to explore her options I laughed and shrugged And secretely cursed not choosing Indian Meanwhile, in neon lights I drown another night She says I'm way to serious about An open mic Somehow I always forget to go home All my friends give me stupid advice Hallmark lines, and hollow tripe I love them the same I think they have no understanding I'm happier bordering reality I tread lightly in the pools of insanity After bad dreams Its a defense mechanism Don't judge me Nightmare She's sitting there Looking so fine Those lips I remember I kissed Now pout and direct glare From once loving, hazel eyes And I ask for a stiff *** And sit next to her In retrospect I was my dumbest true self I said Why have you been ignoring my messages Her offended look was enough to send My heart to my stomach The words that follow brief I ask if we can speak alone I have to know why You want nothing to do with me I held you so close You promised me dear Now Not even a friend The sweetest ones always go I feel like garbage I feel like an old music box That should have never been released From the attic I feel like a typewriter dormant And hollow, choking dust of 1955 Let me play then throw me away Not even a friend to me I got old My one song Now looked at in vain I held you so dear You promised me so sweetly You kissed me with fire You promised me Not even a friend now Not even a friend to me

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Nov 23, 2015

Nov 23, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC

not-nick

Not Even a Friend

I don't know if this is poetry This is a wounded cry This life of mine Lately, is a bad dream I tread lightly in the pools of insanity I can't forget that ******* fortune cookie It was our first date, and lovely at that I haven't taken a lady out Since Before there was hair on my chest It's nice to be wanted Away from lights And one nights On stages and bar corners Subways and cafes Anywhere my heart sings Just makes the clown Ever so similar to me But that ******* fortune cookie Curse if I remember what it said Mine advised beginnings are the start of much labor And hers urging to explore her options I laughed and shrugged And secretely cursed not choosing Indian Meanwhile, in neon lights I drown another night She says I'm way to serious about An open mic Somehow I always forget to go home All my friends give me stupid advice Hallmark lines, and hollow tripe I love them the same I think they have no understanding I'm happier bordering reality I tread lightly in the pools of insanity After bad dreams Its a defense mechanism Don't judge me Nightmare She's sitting there Looking so fine Those lips I remember I kissed Now pout and direct glare From once loving, hazel eyes And I ask for a stiff *** And sit next to her In retrospect I was my dumbest true self I said Why have you been ignoring my messages Her offended look was enough to send My heart to my stomach The words that follow brief I ask if we can speak alone I have to know why You want nothing to do with me I held you so close You promised me dear Now Not even a friend The sweetest ones always go I feel like garbage I feel like an old music box That should have never been released From the attic I feel like a typewriter dormant And hollow, choking dust of 1955 Let me play then throw me away Not even a friend to me I got old My one song Now looked at in vain I held you so dear You promised me so sweetly You kissed me with fire You promised me Not even a friend now Not even a friend to me

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Inhale/Exhale Nicotine being ****** into my lungs Polluting my body Soot; licking my tongue and throat Stupid brain being tricked, thinking it's getting oxygen It doesn't know I'm feeding it poison You don't realize till the nausea kicks in Ha! Too late now You're already under my spell Slipping into euphoria Suddenly you don't even care About the damage Being done 30 seconds in, eight hours out Poor kidneys and liver working overtime tonight as well You never give them a break Ash being successively disposed of Not much left of ****** white now One last disgusting drag You secretely hate the flavour Feeling relaxed and satisfied I'll agrressively **** the light And step on what's left of my Suicide stick Before walking right back inside Smelling like a walking ashtray

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Apr 10, 2010

Apr 10, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC

hayley-intravenous

Inhale/Exhale

Inhale/Exhale Nicotine being ****** into my lungs Polluting my body Soot; licking my tongue and throat Stupid brain being tricked, thinking it's getting oxygen It doesn't know I'm feeding it poison You don't realize till the nausea kicks in Ha! Too late now You're already under my spell Slipping into euphoria Suddenly you don't even care About the damage Being done 30 seconds in, eight hours out Poor kidneys and liver working overtime tonight as well You never give them a break Ash being successively disposed of Not much left of ****** white now One last disgusting drag You secretely hate the flavour Feeling relaxed and satisfied I'll agrressively **** the light And step on what's left of my Suicide stick Before walking right back inside Smelling like a walking ashtray

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For once I did not secretely crave his rescue. I did not want to be scooped up And have my pain smoothed over By kisses. I wanted to sit alone Hold my pain in tightened fists and stare at the wall. As if I was looking for an answer to my misery. Staring for another world to hide in but all I saw was a blank slate And when I pressed my forehead To the cold paint, I did not hear an echo Or a whisper to help solve my problem. All that there was in this room Was empty Including me.

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Jan 8, 2017

Jan 8, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC

chelsea-rae

Alone

For once I did not secretely crave his rescue. I did not want to be scooped up And have my pain smoothed over By kisses. I wanted to sit alone Hold my pain in tightened fists and stare at the wall. As if I was looking for an answer to my misery. Staring for another world to hide in but all I saw was a blank slate And when I pressed my forehead To the cold paint, I did not hear an echo Or a whisper to help solve my problem. All that there was in this room Was empty Including me.

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Sweaty palms That's what I have as I walk around the mall. My eyes dart everywhere, looking for anyone looking for me. *Holy **** holy **** holy **** I feel like a duck in water Everything on the surface is calm and composed But secretely I am freaking out On the inside I feel the uncomfortable stab of the box I placed in my pants To hide it from everyone A thing for myself I was craving it again today And I caved in I know that some day I'll have to repay I can't deny I promise I will repent One day... ...and until then I'll satisfy my cravings.

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Jan 13, 2014

Jan 13, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC

felixxmarie

Cravings

Sweaty palms That's what I have as I walk around the mall. My eyes dart everywhere, looking for anyone looking for me. *Holy **** holy **** holy **** I feel like a duck in water Everything on the surface is calm and composed But secretely I am freaking out On the inside I feel the uncomfortable stab of the box I placed in my pants To hide it from everyone A thing for myself I was craving it again today And I caved in I know that some day I'll have to repay I can't deny I promise I will repent One day... ...and until then I'll satisfy my cravings.

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we were driving but we were driving way to fast didn't know she was drunk, didn't know she was under the influence didn't know anything and here i was, in the car, with my drunk mother i knew we were going fast, i really didnt care i just wanted my mom to get out of my hair as we turned a corner, my mother turned on the gas we were going way too fast she was giggling and laughing, just as a drunk person would be my mother was drunk and driving, and i was in the car i secretely hoped she would hit another car, as she accelerated, i hoped that the car would get totaled, and i would die dont drink and drive

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC

apathy

drunk driving

we were driving but we were driving way to fast didn't know she was drunk, didn't know she was under the influence didn't know anything and here i was, in the car, with my drunk mother i knew we were going fast, i really didnt care i just wanted my mom to get out of my hair as we turned a corner, my mother turned on the gas we were going way too fast she was giggling and laughing, just as a drunk person would be my mother was drunk and driving, and i was in the car i secretely hoped she would hit another car, as she accelerated, i hoped that the car would get totaled, and i would die dont drink and drive

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Pain, Pain, Pain You left me All alone To fight for myself And everyday I miss you You built up Another life for yourself Taking the easy, coward's way out Without a single thought abnout what you left behind You just threw it all away Controlled by your fear Hurt, Hurt, Hurt So much ******** And I have to pretend that I'm Happy Because I love you I secretely hate your new life And I just wish I could turn back time To fix your mistake This isn't how things should have gone So I compose myself, put a fake smile on my face And quietly listen to her BS And I don't have the courage to get mad at you I don't have the strength to tell you the truth I love you so much But I'm a stranger to you Give me a silent hug But ignore the screaming wall between us I love you But you no longer know me Maybe you never did [Please daddy heal the aching pain inside my heart before it's too late, before everything is lost forever]

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Jul 7, 2010

Jul 7, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC

hayley-intravenous

To Daddy

Pain, Pain, Pain You left me All alone To fight for myself And everyday I miss you You built up Another life for yourself Taking the easy, coward's way out Without a single thought abnout what you left behind You just threw it all away Controlled by your fear Hurt, Hurt, Hurt So much ******** And I have to pretend that I'm Happy Because I love you I secretely hate your new life And I just wish I could turn back time To fix your mistake This isn't how things should have gone So I compose myself, put a fake smile on my face And quietly listen to her BS And I don't have the courage to get mad at you I don't have the strength to tell you the truth I love you so much But I'm a stranger to you Give me a silent hug But ignore the screaming wall between us I love you But you no longer know me Maybe you never did [Please daddy heal the aching pain inside my heart before it's too late, before everything is lost forever]

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I wonder how much unlike me I’d be, if I was for sure bat **** cra-zee I can really not see me, honestly that much to the left differently. I would not keep unsaid probably, And let be like horses running free the things that lay there in the dark secretely the things that scream inside me silently.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC

lago-jacobo

CRAZY

I wonder how much unlike me I’d be, if I was for sure bat **** cra-zee I can really not see me, honestly that much to the left differently. I would not keep unsaid probably, And let be like horses running free the things that lay there in the dark secretely the things that scream inside me silently.

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