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"soothening" poems
Before I die please tell me how you do all this , How are you carrying me? how you kept a stupid me sharing extreme bliss, How you do all of this ; being polite and kissing with your prayers, Knowing that may be it won't give you what you deserve and end up devastated with a sharp spear , That spear dipped in poison of pain, And sorrow along with only threatening thunder but no soothening rain, The rain which relieves the painful emotions, Which are highly toxic and in extreme end up with potions , It's not just a big heart which take all hurt inside , And just pushing endless Love outside, Even if I annoy you; tease you or push you off the ease and stab you from inside , You don't manage you just put them aside , Put it in the trash can and wrap me with care and made yourself so polite , Is it really possible to do without no reason at all, Or there is something like a big treasure at the end of this fall? I mean really is there any big worth behind all of this? Or just it's only you and only just board me up in your boat; oh no not a boat it's a ship , Ship carrying every thing which can make things more than ease, Counting from a little help upto a endless number of beautiful moments with , Are you a human? do you really exist? I have numerous of questions for you; will you stay in contact forever ? And if you don't I don't have a problem but I wish for you God must give you happiness in a big basket everyday and a person to love you every second.
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
Akash-mazumdar
Things i really want to know.
Before I die please tell me how you do all this , How are you carrying me? how you kept a stupid me sharing extreme bliss, How you do all of this ; being polite and kissing with your prayers, Knowing that may be it won't give you what you deserve and end up devastated with a sharp spear , That spear dipped in poison of pain, And sorrow along with only threatening thunder but no soothening rain, The rain which relieves the painful emotions, Which are highly toxic and in extreme end up with potions , It's not just a big heart which take all hurt inside , And just pushing endless Love outside, Even if I annoy you; tease you or push you off the ease and stab you from inside , You don't manage you just put them aside , Put it in the trash can and wrap me with care and made yourself so polite , Is it really possible to do without no reason at all, Or there is something like a big treasure at the end of this fall? I mean really is there any big worth behind all of this? Or just it's only you and only just board me up in your boat; oh no not a boat it's a ship , Ship carrying every thing which can make things more than ease, Counting from a little help upto a endless number of beautiful moments with , Are you a human? do you really exist? I have numerous of questions for you; will you stay in contact forever ? And if you don't I don't have a problem but I wish for you God must give you happiness in a big basket everyday and a person to love you every second.
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on a hot day on a cold night trees moving systemically to the wind left, right and center as a dance leaves jumping for joy cool breeze soothening the nerves fat men under sheds dark men in  white shirts facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy chatter from girls, talks from boys elders glued to radio mothers in wrappers tending to food promises made at the dark corners babies snoring the breeze stops mosquitoes alert for food wrappers make swoosh sound legs,hand beaten in despiration to **** the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden the radio an unending noise life is weird even on a cold night it can be hot. akinwale damilare
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
akinwale-damilare-ayomikun
life?
on a hot day on a cold night trees moving systemically to the wind left, right and center as a dance leaves jumping for joy cool breeze soothening the nerves fat men under sheds dark men in  white shirts facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy chatter from girls, talks from boys elders glued to radio mothers in wrappers tending to food promises made at the dark corners babies snoring the breeze stops mosquitoes alert for food wrappers make swoosh sound legs,hand beaten in despiration to **** the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden the radio an unending noise life is weird even on a cold night it can be hot. akinwale damilare
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