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"tieing" poems
I'm a poet in my prime Spiffing up my rhymes I'm a legend can't you see Only my words feel they spew to you and me I'm a master at this connection!!! My wonderful phrases Creep into your heart They pierce through like a dart Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul! Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite! I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper How they are presented by the maker The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Poetry Rap (End of the Year Bang!)
The days turn cold As another year passes by Memories become old Blurry scenes in a movie Who're tickets never sold And yet I'm frozen in time The rewind button stuck Playing the same old rhyme Over and over again Unable to start a new chime Like a chain of silver shine Wrapped forever on my frail wrist Tieing me to an unmoving pine In the forest of forgotten times Secrets that haunt me with every line Step forward the world says But the chain pulls me back Unrelenting metal made of days Never to be forgotten And never to free me from their rays And they key will never be found Hidden from all others But it's not barried in the ground My freedom is in your hand Under watchful eye all year round.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Chained To The Past
People say I'm smart, and they're not wrong,  I have good grades, I know the difference between right and wrong, and I have common sense,  but I couldn't see that you were a wolf in sheep's clothing.  That you can have your way with anyone,  and yes I understand that I partook in what we had called real. Oh, brown-eyed boy, you're just like the rest; full of yourself, thinking you're not like the rest, but it's all ******* lies. Brown-eyed boy, can't you see you hurt me? Don't you see the lie is building up into the tallest wall, one I can't break down or climb, so I wait, patiently, but I cannot take your ******** anymore, Brown-eyed boy, you don't see me as someone who has feelings, you see me as a past. I see that you don't want to crush me under your foot, but now you have me in a choke hold. It's a hold only you can take me out of if you would grow up. I'm tired of gasping for air, tired of others giving me borrowed air that doesn't belong in my lungs, so brown-eyed boy why can't you turn your filter off? You keep it on to 'protect' others when it only breaks down.  You use it to bend the truth into a phrase that you think we want to hear, but that's what is making this a ******* war zone. You are what's making everyone's eyes turn red and fill with smoke.  You caused the hatred that people feel towards one another in our ring of insanity. I don't understand why people think your new rose is the main problem. Oh, how no one wants to blame the brown-eyed boy for the anger, the sadness, they can't see through your ******** mask. But brown-eyed boy, you ****** up. Brown-eyed boy, you let everyone who can see, see your mask fall off. You buried the dead iris that lost your interest. You stomped all over something that deserves more than the ******* lies coming out of your mouth. Brown-eyed boy, you understand what it means to not be an ******* you know, you see, but you somehow can't. You somehow can't own up to your actions, or your lies, or your mistakes. Maybe, brown-eyed boy, it's because I was a mistake, and if that's the reason, then why did you let it go on? Why did you try so hard to make it work if you never wanted to go on with me? Brown-eyed boy, I don't want to lose you, but I can't take the fake screen you put up for me. I don't care if you like the rose more, I don't care if you hated iris' in the first place; I don't ******* care if your brown eyes can only see red in this world. I care that you left me wandering in the dark with your lies tieing me down. Brown-eyed boy, you left a mess. Brown-eyed boy, I don't know what the truth is with you anymore, or if I should believe you. I don't understand why you haven't stopped the rumors. I do not get why you take me as an amateur who will leave it alone because I won't, until looking at you, being with a rose, doesn't spark my curiosity, until I know for certain that you're not scissors, cutting down flowers when you have lost the joy with them.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
Brown-Eyed Boy
People say I'm smart, and they're not wrong,  I have good grades, I know the difference between right and wrong, and I have common sense,  but I couldn't see that you were a wolf in sheep's clothing.  That you can have your way with anyone,  and yes I understand that I partook in what we had called real. Oh, brown-eyed boy, you're just like the rest; full of yourself, thinking you're not like the rest, but it's all ******* lies. Brown-eyed boy, can't you see you hurt me? Don't you see the lie is building up into the tallest wall, one I can't break down or climb, so I wait, patiently, but I cannot take your ******** anymore, Brown-eyed boy, you don't see me as someone who has feelings, you see me as a past. I see that you don't want to crush me under your foot, but now you have me in a choke hold. It's a hold only you can take me out of if you would grow up. I'm tired of gasping for air, tired of others giving me borrowed air that doesn't belong in my lungs, so brown-eyed boy why can't you turn your filter off? You keep it on to 'protect' others when it only breaks down.  You use it to bend the truth into a phrase that you think we want to hear, but that's what is making this a ******* war zone. You are what's making everyone's eyes turn red and fill with smoke.  You caused the hatred that people feel towards one another in our ring of insanity. I don't understand why people think your new rose is the main problem. Oh, how no one wants to blame the brown-eyed boy for the anger, the sadness, they can't see through your ******** mask. But brown-eyed boy, you ****** up. Brown-eyed boy, you let everyone who can see, see your mask fall off. You buried the dead iris that lost your interest. You stomped all over something that deserves more than the ******* lies coming out of your mouth. Brown-eyed boy, you understand what it means to not be an ******* you know, you see, but you somehow can't. You somehow can't own up to your actions, or your lies, or your mistakes. Maybe, brown-eyed boy, it's because I was a mistake, and if that's the reason, then why did you let it go on? Why did you try so hard to make it work if you never wanted to go on with me? Brown-eyed boy, I don't want to lose you, but I can't take the fake screen you put up for me. I don't care if you like the rose more, I don't care if you hated iris' in the first place; I don't ******* care if your brown eyes can only see red in this world. I care that you left me wandering in the dark with your lies tieing me down. Brown-eyed boy, you left a mess. Brown-eyed boy, I don't know what the truth is with you anymore, or if I should believe you. I don't understand why you haven't stopped the rumors. I do not get why you take me as an amateur who will leave it alone because I won't, until looking at you, being with a rose, doesn't spark my curiosity, until I know for certain that you're not scissors, cutting down flowers when you have lost the joy with them.
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I don't need you anymore. I've found that you were holding me back. You pulled when i pushed but now your gone and my life is mine no one else's I'll walk a path unyet traveled I'll walk this path alone I will succeed You will never stop me I will perivale After today you are gone , gone forever Nothing is holding me back nothing is tieing medown Im now free to fly were ever the wind may blow.
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Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
fly
i love you. i do, really. i never cheated. i couldnt. not to you. all those rumours. they're killing me. im sorry. im so sorry. sorry im a little insane. a little secretive. im sorry im so confusing. im sorry im so completely ****** in the head. i dont tell you most of the things that go on. especially in my head. im afraid. i hope i've made it clear that i completely adore you. i cant imaagine the rest of my life without you. im sorry im tieing you down. im sorry im not good enough. we both know im not. im sorry im not pretty, or funny like most of the other girls you could be chasing. im sorry its me you have to love. xoxo.
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Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
sorry.
We can not go, This, I have said this to myself millions of times. But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat. My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine. I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes... The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race. I closed my eyes Then, I opened them again. A different reality! A dream, of course! I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat. This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams; The monkey’s howls pierce the air - birds symphonically, swimming together in the air- Life in every single layer of nature I felt myself Losing myself in the greenery The lushness The awe I had time to contemplate In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life And as I go through the forest My thoughts become more developed and articulated I slash at everything that does not make sense I slash at every idea Every preconceived notion Of Who I thought I am I cut like a savage warrior On a mission Branches, dangling distractions Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist, And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains I slash the blade I cut with no intention of where I want to go Exhausted, I rest my head In the darkness in the middle of the amazon A jaguar comes to me With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes I sit still Is this a message for me? Wanting to hear what I have to say I wait and wait I stay up all night. As I wait for prophecies The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness Dissapointment rages inside me I am left in more uncertainity But, my heart spoke really loud today Something took a hold of me I was not rationale. I was not cautious.. I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff I ran and jumped in the blue ocean Finally I listened to my heart Finally...
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Lost in the Amazon
We can not go, This, I have said this to myself millions of times. But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat. My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine. I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes... The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race. I closed my eyes Then, I opened them again. A different reality! A dream, of course! I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat. This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams; The monkey’s howls pierce the air - birds symphonically, swimming together in the air- Life in every single layer of nature I felt myself Losing myself in the greenery The lushness The awe I had time to contemplate In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life And as I go through the forest My thoughts become more developed and articulated I slash at everything that does not make sense I slash at every idea Every preconceived notion Of Who I thought I am I cut like a savage warrior On a mission Branches, dangling distractions Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist, And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains I slash the blade I cut with no intention of where I want to go Exhausted, I rest my head In the darkness in the middle of the amazon A jaguar comes to me With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes I sit still Is this a message for me? Wanting to hear what I have to say I wait and wait I stay up all night. As I wait for prophecies The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness Dissapointment rages inside me I am left in more uncertainity But, my heart spoke really loud today Something took a hold of me I was not rationale. I was not cautious.. I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff I ran and jumped in the blue ocean Finally I listened to my heart Finally...
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And the jejune...just like that it leaves my life. And the mundane of it all? The looking of both ways and crossing, The tieing of shoelaces... the washing of hands. And the dullness of it all suddenly shines like a sharpened knife on a darkened shelf in a forgotten home That is now just a house. Glistens like that. Out of place and unexpected. And all of the sudden the sun lifts her goddess body stretching forth her sinewy limbs, just for me ...playfully fondles my skin with heat. Undeserving, inconsiderate me. And without any predisposition the ocean dredges the finest, tiniest grains of sand for me,           for me. Vain. Reckless me. Turns over an hourglass glistening with his diamond dust and just like that... And I am grateful, yes I am humbled. And I will clutch it, I will seize it. I will patronize, I will hoard. And I will covet it, herald. Proclaim. And I will know that time? Seconds hands, he stroke me now. Hours wind around my wrist and bind my eyes with red slithery silken sashes- And Love? Fickle stroke of her pen and just like that I am chosen. Moved from the side of the street where a damp mold covers the crumbling bricks... and the people I pass, they look up at me now nodding with a secret knowing. Because we are chosen for this love, We are the elite. Plucked from the remaining pugilists. And just like that he loves me. Just like that it swallows me whole ...And just like that, love. Sahn 7/2/2014
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
Just Like That
I'll lie here silently Spending my precious time Carefully tieing this knot So come morning If I am to wake another morning without you. Blame my death on the Mysterious blood clot
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Till Death Do Us Part
you ever had one that kept haunting you I saw llamas today in a field I saw balloons again to construct my urge sanely you would have to share my head When the llamas looked up at me on the edge of their field where they were minding their business munching flowers and grass and greens I felt like an intruder an alien in their world and the balloon thing again, I watched the car dealers early today, a man walked with what seemed like a hundred of them helium filled colorful things, tieing them to antennas, when one did escape, a white one, that wafted and floated into the sky like freedom and relief, I felt for it. I felt for the llamas. You would have to share my head to see.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
urge
Teach me lurch these sheer visceral swings…fix my future tieing up all past rumbling strings… And never promise me again with tales of folly things Take me to oceans, today I wanna plunge into those waters and dissolve my expections Push me into forests for I wanna be reminded that I was deserted before by you and this ain’t new! I am in cross roads couldn’t comprehend universe, seems like a bestowed curse…going through hypothetical battle, just letting time to travel! You Glance at me even for a split second, my scars would gaze at me to poke as cactus plants asking not to find any romance neither would I give it a chance Teach me lurch these sheer visceral swings…fix my future tieing up all past rumbling strings… And never promise me again with tales of folly things
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
Teach me that ART
I guard during the day I teach I play I dole out friendship I dull pain I am safety Providing safe places to lay I create I save I am a model On how to behave I am calm Clean and shaven Bent, shoe-tieing Stretching to the heavens Exercising more than bodies Ages zero to eleven I am a teacher That's my title on my shirt My students call me Mr. "But you're daycare!" You blurt I frown and sigh An 'insult' meant to hurt But I know you can't have one without the other Like having trees without dirt So is a teacher to daycare provider That's the title on my shirt
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
Provider
Hold me holy lover sinner worldly lover mine twin soul, like Rhett Buttler beheld Scarlet in his arms as she sobbed hold me speace me madly love me long like Rae Ingram (Nicole Kidman) and her husband, John (Sam Neill), held each other on their yacht rocked by oceanic waves in Dead Calm!   Oh beloved gold key come stay rock me hear my plee regardles of names time and space or sand hour glass I love you fly to me I am wearing my red robe waiting for you up the magestic flight staircase, the captured sacred chronological dream spell impregnating imagination come up quickly search for me inside your master bedroom kick the door if you must grab me apeace my despair find me shivering in the closet burning with anticipation save me hold me put my fire out gold hearted lover mine praying eons isolated hold on to your photograph patiently waiting for a word news thwt you caré as promised I am breaking save me Pop up the bubbly bottle is chilled O sweetheart sweety pie I long to get high with you fill up my cup full twist my gold lock open with your gold key Enter me! I can't live without you let the fireworks begin to sing I adore you do with me as you please eternity is ours to love let me devour you apeace me the nights long the days and eves long *** see you ginham shirt buttons popping up strong long pants zipper tearing up my He-Man Ruddy divine the nights eons long I sought you out of time and space is only for the devil not for true love. I have dreamt with this dream since you and I carved it lovingly photographic memory and all once upon a time has come suddently and though another soul grabs you tieing you down as you gave her presence ring and name I know you love me forever more as you're a man of your word hold me for the ocean waves drown me they now wrack our boat for you two as I watch I break uphold me Oh how it hurts not to feel you caressing my existence in person but I have felt your beautiful loving passionate ways long time ago my gold lock and your gold key did laid your bridge openning heavens portal in me. and that makes all the difference today sigh ~~
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Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
Gold Lock shivering
Hold me holy lover sinner worldly lover mine twin soul, like Rhett Buttler beheld Scarlet in his arms as she sobbed hold me speace me madly love me long like Rae Ingram (Nicole Kidman) and her husband, John (Sam Neill), held each other on their yacht rocked by oceanic waves in Dead Calm!   Oh beloved gold key come stay rock me hear my plee regardles of names time and space or sand hour glass I love you fly to me I am wearing my red robe waiting for you up the magestic flight staircase, the captured sacred chronological dream spell impregnating imagination come up quickly search for me inside your master bedroom kick the door if you must grab me apeace my despair find me shivering in the closet burning with anticipation save me hold me put my fire out gold hearted lover mine praying eons isolated hold on to your photograph patiently waiting for a word news thwt you caré as promised I am breaking save me Pop up the bubbly bottle is chilled O sweetheart sweety pie I long to get high with you fill up my cup full twist my gold lock open with your gold key Enter me! I can't live without you let the fireworks begin to sing I adore you do with me as you please eternity is ours to love let me devour you apeace me the nights long the days and eves long *** see you ginham shirt buttons popping up strong long pants zipper tearing up my He-Man Ruddy divine the nights eons long I sought you out of time and space is only for the devil not for true love. I have dreamt with this dream since you and I carved it lovingly photographic memory and all once upon a time has come suddently and though another soul grabs you tieing you down as you gave her presence ring and name I know you love me forever more as you're a man of your word hold me for the ocean waves drown me they now wrack our boat for you two as I watch I break uphold me Oh how it hurts not to feel you caressing my existence in person but I have felt your beautiful loving passionate ways long time ago my gold lock and your gold key did laid your bridge openning heavens portal in me. and that makes all the difference today sigh ~~
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Everybody has a story . Some are full of glory, Some are kinda gory. But mine has no category. Mine started when I was eight, I remember I was running late. I started to walk and began to accelerate. I didn't know that I was way past checkmate. That night my grandma passed away. Daddy snapped later around midday. His fist put me into a state of dismay. That pain would never go away. For years after I was a mute. People thought I was weird, no dispute. One day I had a bruise the size of grapefruit. It was on my arm, honestly it seemed acute. They called me names and I couldnt hide. I was ten and my feelings were classified. Everynight I woke up and I was terrified. Thats when I shouldve committed su*cide. At eleven I was still recieveing bruises. I was beginning to run out of excuses. I was in a fight but my family never loses. Im about to lose my mind, he might lose his. I was twelve when I put cuts on my wrist. I aimed for the vein, sadly I missed. I never knew how I got caught up in this. Every time I did I got so f*cking ****** At thirteen I spoke again, but I had a stutter. Behind my back I heard the kids mutter. I heard the names the said, including cutter. I made a friend, I hated everyone but her. Then that b*tch stabbed me in the back. Then I made sure my heart woudn't crack. Thats when daddy decided to come back. This time I knew I could fight back. Daddy said I was prettyless, I got a black eye. Then I snapped and I still don't know why. I replied "Sorry, next time I won't cry. When I leave you better know why." I entered highschool when I was fourteen. F*cking hell were those kids mean. Beforehand I was two months clean. All I could do is wait to turn eighteen. Fifteen, thats when I got the scars on neck. I remember the chair, and I was a wreck. Taking a rope and tieing it around my neck. Kicked the chair, but she was quick to check. The rope burned my skin. Stripped it down three layers in. I was only told that I committed a sin. No one saw how sad I had been. But I told them, but they never listened.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Listen
Everybody has a story . Some are full of glory, Some are kinda gory. But mine has no category. Mine started when I was eight, I remember I was running late. I started to walk and began to accelerate. I didn't know that I was way past checkmate. That night my grandma passed away. Daddy snapped later around midday. His fist put me into a state of dismay. That pain would never go away. For years after I was a mute. People thought I was weird, no dispute. One day I had a bruise the size of grapefruit. It was on my arm, honestly it seemed acute. They called me names and I couldnt hide. I was ten and my feelings were classified. Everynight I woke up and I was terrified. Thats when I shouldve committed su*cide. At eleven I was still recieveing bruises. I was beginning to run out of excuses. I was in a fight but my family never loses. Im about to lose my mind, he might lose his. I was twelve when I put cuts on my wrist. I aimed for the vein, sadly I missed. I never knew how I got caught up in this. Every time I did I got so f*cking ****** At thirteen I spoke again, but I had a stutter. Behind my back I heard the kids mutter. I heard the names the said, including cutter. I made a friend, I hated everyone but her. Then that b*tch stabbed me in the back. Then I made sure my heart woudn't crack. Thats when daddy decided to come back. This time I knew I could fight back. Daddy said I was prettyless, I got a black eye. Then I snapped and I still don't know why. I replied "Sorry, next time I won't cry. When I leave you better know why." I entered highschool when I was fourteen. F*cking hell were those kids mean. Beforehand I was two months clean. All I could do is wait to turn eighteen. Fifteen, thats when I got the scars on neck. I remember the chair, and I was a wreck. Taking a rope and tieing it around my neck. Kicked the chair, but she was quick to check. The rope burned my skin. Stripped it down three layers in. I was only told that I committed a sin. No one saw how sad I had been. But I told them, but they never listened.
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You reminded me of gold, Rarity over the norm,  Ancient desolation means  The people are torn. You're eyes like ruby's, Blood and greed. Red is promising, To the grave they lead Pathos and sapphire, Vividity of the blues Wealth only lifts you up, When its tieing the noose.
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
The problem with money
I had a wonderful night. I have a great life. But something feels empty, And I don't know why. I feel like I'm dieing , Yet I'm perfectly fine. Something's not right And there's no way to explain. I want to go live my life freely, No bonds tieing me down. I don't want to think about the consequences. Because I don't know if there will be a tomorrow. I don't want to be here, But I'm trying so hard to make the best of it. What is wrong with me? Someone tell me. Please.
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
Depression in a nutshell