"stope" poems - Hello Poetry

thinking on the mind walking back and forth can't put a finger on it anger of crazy starts then stope and think thinking on the time walking on the line can't stop throughs run though the mind waiting on the time waiting is all you can do waiting you know waiting

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Mar 4, 2011

Mar 4, 2011 at 7:03 PM UTC

jan-assen

Waiting

thinking on the mind walking back and forth can't put a finger on it anger of crazy starts then stope and think thinking on the time walking on the line can't stop throughs run though the mind waiting on the time waiting is all you can do waiting you know waiting

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Death waits for me like the rain staining my windows My days start to feel shorter and pointless Twisted inside Demented in my dreams I fear my demons That make me scream The nightmare The pain All the tears All my fears There's no escapeing this hell Pounding amd crashing Please I beg you Stop ringing the bell It signals my fate I know where I'm headed I tried to warn you Tried to stop you But i knew it was too late

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC

KindlyUnspoken

Please Stope Ringing The Bell

Death waits for me like the rain staining my windows My days start to feel shorter and pointless Twisted inside Demented in my dreams I fear my demons That make me scream The nightmare The pain All the tears All my fears There's no escapeing this hell Pounding amd crashing Please I beg you Stop ringing the bell It signals my fate I know where I'm headed I tried to warn you Tried to stop you But i knew it was too late

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On the other side, there seems to be a wall, on the other side is where you'll take a fall. Now which is it you'd like? To hurt a little and stope to wonder? Or would you like to finally fly for just a moment, to be buried six feet under? Well it's rather a pickle, oh yes, rather riddle, unfortunately my friend there doesn't seem to be a middle. See have a fear of coming in last, thinking that we must be there, we must act fast! Roll the die! And cast your fortune, do all your research for years and only come to ruin. On the other side you have, possibly a greener grass, planted by the dead, who died en mass. So by all means, take the greener grass, but as for me...I think I'd rather pass. Be content yet strive for more, look for more opportunities! Just be careful to whom opens the door.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC

Wandering_Nomad

On the Other Side

On the other side, there seems to be a wall, on the other side is where you'll take a fall. Now which is it you'd like? To hurt a little and stope to wonder? Or would you like to finally fly for just a moment, to be buried six feet under? Well it's rather a pickle, oh yes, rather riddle, unfortunately my friend there doesn't seem to be a middle. See have a fear of coming in last, thinking that we must be there, we must act fast! Roll the die! And cast your fortune, do all your research for years and only come to ruin. On the other side you have, possibly a greener grass, planted by the dead, who died en mass. So by all means, take the greener grass, but as for me...I think I'd rather pass. Be content yet strive for more, look for more opportunities! Just be careful to whom opens the door.

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We go out looking for love But can't find peace with self We have list of what we want But we don't offer others our help We want everything now All to ourselves in haze Hallucinating about our own feelings Can't solve simple life maze Once I held on to my thoughts Insanely dark, deep and profane took a dip in shallow water To realise the depth of pain I heard her call for help Couldn't stope the impetus Saved her life to realise It was my own self-consciousness - shashank

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Jan 27, 2019

Jan 27, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC

shashank

Her

We go out looking for love But can't find peace with self We have list of what we want But we don't offer others our help We want everything now All to ourselves in haze Hallucinating about our own feelings Can't solve simple life maze Once I held on to my thoughts Insanely dark, deep and profane took a dip in shallow water To realise the depth of pain I heard her call for help Couldn't stope the impetus Saved her life to realise It was my own self-consciousness - shashank

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