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"sprits" poems
A dash of personality Two teaspoons of wishfull thinking A sprinkle of beauty A sprits of humor Is all you need You'll fall in love an then you'll see All you needed was a bit of conifidence Of which you got from me
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
Love Potion
stars racing towards a planet to hit way to dosed to focused on this **** the waterfall runs of orange and pink Way too distracted, can’t even think The sprits are running through the walls getting kicked out of class, now I’m dreaming in the halls the rabbits, the fishes can’t come to a stop getting way to blown, I’m in front of a cop jet planes flying the opposite way guess I should’ve taken this tab another day
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Daydream
We are thousand miles away. Still I say,'stay away'. People meet either because they are meant to be isolated or to be in their life forever. We know we want each other,knowing that it won't happen. Are you here to lessen my soreness and increase my my sprits. Let me tell you dear,I am in love and relationship with lugubrious. I am the most propitious and wealthiest person because I had had ever you in my lifetime, a cache. What are we meant for? For schism or forever? When we are meant for nix,then let us not give each other unfulfilling expectations.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Why did we meet?
To begin with, We have YOU, And we have Me. And we also have THEM, THEY, THEIRS THOSE, WE AND US. As well, we have: SOGIES Asexuals Allies Intersexes Bisexuals Lesbians Gays Homosexuals Pansexuals Queers Straights Heterosexuals Gender Binaries Afabs Amabs Agenders Androgynes Gender Blenders Bigenders Cisgenders Cross-dressers Drag Queens Drag Kings Enbies Gender Dysphoria Gender fluids Gender Non-conformists Gender Queers Gender Variants Non-Binaries Questioners Transgenders Transitions Transsexuals Two-Sprits... and LGBTQIA+ (Flora and Fauna?) Does Genesis have anything right?
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Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 10:35 AM UTC
Alphabet People and Others
Beggars, I am asking for clarity inside our life journeys from spirits guidance. Mendicant I am toward Source taking steps to feel my inner self. To release tattered veil of forgetting so I know who I am. Beggars, I am toward Sprits guiding voice trying to grab hold of innocence to ride waves of love inside grace. Beggars, yes Beggars we all are divine and sacred, possessing magical sparks within. And once aligned in heart, highway opens with no roadblocks. Just endless possibilities to roam free in world of grand realities.
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Beggars
1 me trying something new + 1 you giving me a chance even though you didnt want to + 3 dates that brought us closer + 4 argument topics that tore us apart + 5 of our favorite positions for make up *** to bring us back together + 8 of our closest friends that keep us on our toes + 3 haters that do their job very well + Our 2 sprits that apparently were meant to be Gives me 27 reasons to love you more
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Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 3:59 PM UTC
27
Shadows Apon The Floor Music within the air memories to heal the bitter soul. The sounds of the past come to life in rock n roll. The lights from the stage. Cast ghost's of many. Taking us all past the pressent. To a perfect timeless age. Nights of passion that exist evermore. Casting the sprits magic. dancing with the ghost's light's casting shadows apon the floor. Secrets of lovers and new best friends. We kiss blindley taseting the magic. For that moment all is real no one pretends. As the night flows like a curtain apon a gentle southern breeze. From the floor to the legend this night does ease. We write are own chapters all ading in lifes book. Regrets should be few. For out of this night as much as we gave we also took. Hearts entangled memories forever do we adore. Dancing with ghosts of lovers past. Keeping time with the shadows apon the floor.
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Jan 6, 2010
Jan 6, 2010 at 6:52 AM UTC
Shadows Apon The Floor
Subdued and serene, His eyes feast on the Crowd gulping down Their sprits with haste; A sea of faces clinking Glasses and ******* face— Transparent beings who Masquerade as Players, Kings and Queens, Sexpots and Swankers. His kaleidoscopic Mind captures their Emptiness and Art is born on canvas Through his piercing Gaze and careful Paint strokes Observing they Who cannot observe For themselves.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
The Illustrator
Hope escapes the sanity of subtle essence drifting in the wind... long ago, fused to the memory of your love. Caressing a dark bitter heart abused by betrayal of familiar faces within beating life, mirroring its own. Corruption spews from those tender lips; releases its venom into rushing crimson. Clovers wilt at the sight of you, unaware your beauty is your confliction. What is a sight of beauty when morals lack, sprits tainted, Stars extinguished overtaken... by desire of ones own will to rewrite them against a higher beings will. Is it possible to rewrite stars? Is this destiny to deny a dream dreamed sweetly amongst the clouds an plucked for an instant the light rendered pure...  manifesting darkness at ever turn? In the end, does the love I feel no matter how true really worth the heartache caused upon myself reflecting onto them?  Shall I end this? Do I continue such a darkened path with no ending in sight.  I crave these rusty chains turn to dust or the life drained from me. Yesenia Acevedo
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Untitled
Now morning had broken, Everything is exposed Our Passion, No longer enclosed. The thousand twinkling, and winking eyes, Of the night, To sleep, they have gone. But now, The birds sing a sweet song. The grass, Covered with a diamond-dew. The flowers, Rise their heads, With the sun. The night is gone, All is new. A warm rain, Will soon fall from the sky. The sprits, Tenderly kiss the earth, Goodbye. Morning has broken, Sweetly, And I think I'll stay with you
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Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
Morning Has Broken
She follows you
 Because you welcome her in
 You send out fancy invitations
 With calligraphic RSVPs
 And wax stamped seals
 You sprits them with the Smell
 of your heartbeat 
 And cradling arms
 dare you not to risk
 letting herself deny
 The memory of  “we”
 Dare you not let any sense
 Ever evoked be
 Forgotten
 You sit patiently in hand
 With understanding and silence
 With independence and      *love
* Secretly lusting
 For the moment
 She rests her delicate feet
 Firmly at your door
 And you open with      
Satisfaction There she is
 Ever so fragile
 With her tear stained face
 Needing you
 Making you feel worthy 
Giving you her life 
Her breath
 Her body 
             that she unselfishly
 Throws under you
 For you
 Dirtying linens 
Where purity once lay
 Taking your fill Another piece of her empty lonely soul Weak fragile...and all yours And you wonder why She screams for you    You say she can't let go                           Of course she can't darling
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
His Dramatic Ex...
Some days are good. Some days are bad. Someday make me happy. And others really mad. I know they don’t mean to break me My sprits will always fly But the words say hurt And makes me want to cry They love me, I know they do They just want to help But why can’t you?
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
THEY JUST WANT TO HELP
I want to write to save my life. To put to rest what’s eating me up inside. Pull it out from the traps within my heart and watch it unfold. I pull it out with the might of my mind and the dexterity of my fingers. Good bye. So long. They will finally stop scaring my sprits to the corners of my soul. They will no longer shiver. They are Reborn. Maybe what saves me can save you. And what saves us can save them. A seed, a bud, a tree. I write so I save me.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
To Save Me
That's what they're calling me now. I can't seem to produce their language. But that's what the elder sprits Have been calling me. I guess it freaked them out at first lol Sure as hell rocked my world.. But they see the stability resuming, As I feel my strength return. Now everyone wants to know what I'm going to do next. It's obvious, is it not? When a shaman is having big big spirit troubles, then it's time to meet a smarter shaman. I've already been making calls. A lot of people think I should check into a psychiatric ward. Maybe they're justified in thinking so. But this is burning in my chest. I will not subdue it under a blanket of antipsychotics. No..that would make me truly insane, or worse.. **** my heart with my body still trapping it. No, my friends, this is a spiritual matter. A matter of heart and honor and such. Satan himself is the enemy And we are on a mission from God
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
one who has seen hell
Somewhere between the here and now lies a place forever, where I stand with you in the morning sun beside a waterfall and watch the river of creation flow gently to the sea . To take you in the water like a nymph all dressed in dew , while our sprits soar to mountain tops to fly with eagles and climb with ewes . In love is an eternity that cannot be concealed , but no matter what you say of it it’s only what you feel .
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Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Unity
Words, stones and guns Blood, sweat and tears Life, death and sprits We don't dare to fear
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
War
I love you, they're the hardest words to say but the easiest to engage in mind, sometimes. Deeply flawed man I am, drowning in my images my escape from reality well, sometimes, sometimes face it head on; I love the ways your hair soothes the storm, within, blasting the wolf from it lair, your hand softens my tense frame, this pen shakes. I love your flaws, they seal my wounds and I too can help seal and heal yours. There is no but here, it's from the heart, so take it eat, and let's dance amongst the stars as sprits of the animal night, eternally; I know it's sentimental I can't help the way the woods made me, carved out of clay, stay a little longer make me happy, this is the way, lay down and hold my hand as I slip, I will grip yours when you trip - Back into the mire, into the murk, we shall be together, forever in these woods, two wolves amongst the sheep, howling at the moon, is it ever too soon? I don't think so, no. Show me your heart - I can take away the pain. As I wane, I wane away in my ivory tower - craned neck to the stars I love you, don't explain - I love you Yulia no if's or buts, no refrain.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
(I)
We are all free sprits all destin to roam And so, From our homes we leave again ,summoned by the heat and wind In Sweat soaked shirts ,and with battle worn tools Mother nature suffers no fools Dusty boots that have been through hell. Chasing the embers as they fell. Choking ash and thick grey smoke,getting the line in is our only hope Single file we make our way ,through the day and into the night we are kindred sprits in this  fight. Some from near, some from far some are young , and some are old but in their hearts they are all green and gold. If we pass on the line, a brief nod will be just fine , you are all my  brothers and sisters, we are all of like mind. With this i leave you there isn't much time don't morn for me because iam fine .iam  the cool spring rain, the warm summer sunshine, just nod as you feel me bump up the line . my job is done here, it ended too quick, carry on my friend I got your six.     Bill Hamilton
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Wildfire , wildland
Tonight we will drink the old town dry sprits high.
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Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
Sprit. 10 words.
I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I wish i was, I don't know why. Sometimes i just want someone to understand, To understand what i see, To understand what i hear, Understand i feel sometimes, Witch is pain and always will be, I act like nothing is bothering me, That everything is OK when it's really not, That is have no problems and joke about everything, I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time, When it comes to school Or day dreaming, But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am, To see if my pain is real, To let all the tears out, To let the truth come out, To show people i'm not as strong as i am, In my world, Sometimes i just want to let lose and run, Run away in the woods and never stop, Or just die, Death pops up in my head most of the time, But not as much as it should, I wish i just tell people who i really am, Or even show, Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy, Weird, Strong, Weak, Powerful, Worthless, Beautiful, Ugly, And a million other words, I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes, Only five minutes, And see how i feel every second of my life, It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back, I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels, Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me, Telling me what to do, Telling me where to go, What i should and shouldn't do, Than go back, Not to my life but to another world, But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels, And with people who understand, Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain, But I tell you now you can't, You can't, You just CAN'T By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
This is How I Feel
I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I wish i was, I don't know why. Sometimes i just want someone to understand, To understand what i see, To understand what i hear, Understand i feel sometimes, Witch is pain and always will be, I act like nothing is bothering me, That everything is OK when it's really not, That is have no problems and joke about everything, I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time, When it comes to school Or day dreaming, But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am, To see if my pain is real, To let all the tears out, To let the truth come out, To show people i'm not as strong as i am, In my world, Sometimes i just want to let lose and run, Run away in the woods and never stop, Or just die, Death pops up in my head most of the time, But not as much as it should, I wish i just tell people who i really am, Or even show, Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy, Weird, Strong, Weak, Powerful, Worthless, Beautiful, Ugly, And a million other words, I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes, Only five minutes, And see how i feel every second of my life, It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back, I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels, Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me, Telling me what to do, Telling me where to go, What i should and shouldn't do, Than go back, Not to my life but to another world, But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels, And with people who understand, Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain, But I tell you now you can't, You can't, You just CAN'T By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)
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For those who rise to seek the morning Joyous airy sprits sing without words A lyric tune so old It tells of trees and the endless shifting sky Warm earth and the clean dry whisper of grasses in the wind Long before the restless hum of man Drowned out the forever-song And the rushing world forgot to listen
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
Birdsong
Show me O Lord Where you yet abide For no longer can I see Without you by my side Dark sprits and men Have led me astray A thousand times Throughout my days Your word is true The only key Twisted by men More cleaver than me I am too simple And easily swayed To keep up with the demons That dance in my brain Come to me Lord And show me the Way That I might rest assured At the close of the day
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Way
stardust is where we began and to where we return souls outstretched to grab that golden thread we find ourselves looking up for an answer and yet that answer lies within ourselves. for we are as numerous as they are and as exalted as they have been our souls as inconceivable our sprits as infinite as they and though we lay on this hallowed ground our bodies desire to push outward it is our choice to be free and our choice to love who we must our freedom to glisten as our burning, passionate counterparts for when you look into someone else don't you see the universe looking back?
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
stars (mirror set no. 3)
I'm feeling hot in my cheeks. As your fingers run down my arm. Pulling me in . My heart flutters. You pull me in close , holding me tight. Your hot breath is breathing on my face. As you inch closer. I'm saying "Baby I'm in love." As you stand still staring at my eyes I start to cry. You have so much soul . Your eyes scream I care. Your hands tell me you will always hold me . Your heart tells me I will never be alone . As we embrace each other the sun rises. Frozen locking eyes. Turning seeing the world We run for a world outside ours At the gate of heaven and hell. We have to choose. Heaven :where the angles sing Hell: where the party is . I know we can't be in either . I turn to the horizon and see mid day I take your hand. We run for the forest. Slowly we collapse to the ground covered form blood. From the roses bushes. From the sprits clawing tell us to come home. Embracing, drenched in blood we die in each other's arm. When our hearts stop beating the earth took our souls and gave them to rivers , sky's , plants , animals . The roots cover us as the grass becomes a rich green blanket covering us . To this day we run In the forest living, breathing. Our souls stay wild , and free.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Souls forever free
I'm not fond of hospitals, the sick, the injured, the dying; nurses wearing gloves and masks, catching bugs when I'm not trying. But we have to pay respects, to those we love and cherish; to be there in body and in mind, when they may sadly perish. We have to stay quite cheerful, to lift their sprits up; to say they will get better, to be there as they sup. To make them laugh, not cry, to encourage them each day; while they are confined in bed, till they're released one day. But hospitals are my bane, I can't get away too quickly; from the things that one can catch, by just visiting the sickly.
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
Hospitalitis.