"tobi" poems - Hello Poetry

I fight for my village, I fight for the peace Although in the real world, I never decease I'm fighting like Madara, do it for the leaf Forget Tsukiyomi, just go back to sleep You sheep, believing the higher-ups, lie up their sleeves Uchia have been dead yet still we lack peace You hate me brother, yet deep in your heart You couldn't defeat me even from the start Your ideology, to **** and then rebirth? Where's the sense in that You hate the leaf and you hate the fact You needed them to build up, to be a shinobi I see how you treat him, but can you trust Tobi I did this for you, so hate me all you can The reason you stand there's according to plan I lived in the darkness so you guys could see I always wanted this, I always believed And if you must **** for it all to back I hope you open up and stay on the track Even the darkest shinobi have reasoning Some call me a hero, yet some say it's treasonous I think about Shino, we both were so young My friend was a hero, his tale left unsung Our eyes should see clearly, yet we have been blinded Hatred and rage bind us, even we can't define it Is it a curse to have all this strength Yet death finds us open, leaves us with no suspense Had it been the leaf to hunt for my head Would it have been better, if it was them instead I pray you may realise your curse is to think To cut down the ninja, you don't even blink They fear the Uchiha, our name is a swear They treat us like dirt, yet here we still care Maybe Naruto is the happiest of us all To let go of hatred, to have a trust fall You look up to me like I was your leader You found a hollow husk and found you were eager The eye is eternal, our lives are short-lived We both signed the contract, what more can we give? To see through the red, as our comrades bleed To not even care, they fulfilled their needs One day you'll be lost, stuck in your own beliefs As someone takes away your life, such is a thief If you can not see that I pray that you know I've always wanted you to overtake me, bro

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Nov 10, 2022

Nov 10, 2022 at 7:33 AM UTC

thyreez

Itachi Uchia Requiem

I fight for my village, I fight for the peace Although in the real world, I never decease I'm fighting like Madara, do it for the leaf Forget Tsukiyomi, just go back to sleep You sheep, believing the higher-ups, lie up their sleeves Uchia have been dead yet still we lack peace You hate me brother, yet deep in your heart You couldn't defeat me even from the start Your ideology, to **** and then rebirth? Where's the sense in that You hate the leaf and you hate the fact You needed them to build up, to be a shinobi I see how you treat him, but can you trust Tobi I did this for you, so hate me all you can The reason you stand there's according to plan I lived in the darkness so you guys could see I always wanted this, I always believed And if you must **** for it all to back I hope you open up and stay on the track Even the darkest shinobi have reasoning Some call me a hero, yet some say it's treasonous I think about Shino, we both were so young My friend was a hero, his tale left unsung Our eyes should see clearly, yet we have been blinded Hatred and rage bind us, even we can't define it Is it a curse to have all this strength Yet death finds us open, leaves us with no suspense Had it been the leaf to hunt for my head Would it have been better, if it was them instead I pray you may realise your curse is to think To cut down the ninja, you don't even blink They fear the Uchiha, our name is a swear They treat us like dirt, yet here we still care Maybe Naruto is the happiest of us all To let go of hatred, to have a trust fall You look up to me like I was your leader You found a hollow husk and found you were eager The eye is eternal, our lives are short-lived We both signed the contract, what more can we give? To see through the red, as our comrades bleed To not even care, they fulfilled their needs One day you'll be lost, stuck in your own beliefs As someone takes away your life, such is a thief If you can not see that I pray that you know I've always wanted you to overtake me, bro

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Reach to me anyway you can Just say a word, just blink, or maybe hold my hand If I close my eyes and breathe in, will I feel you next to me? I want to feel you next to me. Desperation during a break up. Because I was... Always wanting, never accepting the love that was put in front of me Complaining, sneering, grumpy Analyzing faults, picking apart the insecurities of people while Holding them close and loving them and being the best **** lover Paranoia, nothing is ever satisfactory The best **** lover. I'm ****** Tobi, wake up. Leo, wake up. Elliot, wake up. Who the **** are you? Confusion on who you are, where you are, what you are. There is no gender identity disorder, but a disorder that makes me feel like I was born into the wrong era, environment and world. WAKE UP I'm sorry's never travel long enough. Perhaps hand written and sent with a stamp, would travel. Neatly written, script font, seal the letter with a kiss and spray with your favorite perfume The heavy sigh of "I didn't mean to hurt you", no spray can mask the guilt Gulp Own up to it. You did it. Now what? Are you far away? I know you're close. I've been drowning in a short empty sea of self loathing and self-deprecating ******** I could have made it up. I could have made it up, to the top. Waking up from a sleepless night, and not wanting to open my eyes. Feeling a deep pain and regret within my chest as I take the first breaths of the day No sunshine, no fresh air, only static within the sheets Freezing cold Always wondering, always wanting, never satisfied. Where am I? Where are friends? What is a family? What is love again? Do I have a girlfriend? It gets tiring after a while, to be this depressed I don't want to die, I don't want to cut myself, I don't want a silly suicide note Just listen to The Beatles "Help! I need somebody!" Get up soldier, get in order. Chin up. Stop being a ******** Relax, hold your head up. Keep going. **** The first start is to say goodbye and an eventual hello will come to you.

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Jan 29, 2014

Jan 29, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC

Sid-Eli

Best **** Lover, I'm f*cked.

Reach to me anyway you can Just say a word, just blink, or maybe hold my hand If I close my eyes and breathe in, will I feel you next to me? I want to feel you next to me. Desperation during a break up. Because I was... Always wanting, never accepting the love that was put in front of me Complaining, sneering, grumpy Analyzing faults, picking apart the insecurities of people while Holding them close and loving them and being the best **** lover Paranoia, nothing is ever satisfactory The best **** lover. I'm ****** Tobi, wake up. Leo, wake up. Elliot, wake up. Who the **** are you? Confusion on who you are, where you are, what you are. There is no gender identity disorder, but a disorder that makes me feel like I was born into the wrong era, environment and world. WAKE UP I'm sorry's never travel long enough. Perhaps hand written and sent with a stamp, would travel. Neatly written, script font, seal the letter with a kiss and spray with your favorite perfume The heavy sigh of "I didn't mean to hurt you", no spray can mask the guilt Gulp Own up to it. You did it. Now what? Are you far away? I know you're close. I've been drowning in a short empty sea of self loathing and self-deprecating ******** I could have made it up. I could have made it up, to the top. Waking up from a sleepless night, and not wanting to open my eyes. Feeling a deep pain and regret within my chest as I take the first breaths of the day No sunshine, no fresh air, only static within the sheets Freezing cold Always wondering, always wanting, never satisfied. Where am I? Where are friends? What is a family? What is love again? Do I have a girlfriend? It gets tiring after a while, to be this depressed I don't want to die, I don't want to cut myself, I don't want a silly suicide note Just listen to The Beatles "Help! I need somebody!" Get up soldier, get in order. Chin up. Stop being a ******** Relax, hold your head up. Keep going. **** The first start is to say goodbye and an eventual hello will come to you.

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So much wrestling it was only me I was jesting - With the future unknown The way I knew it was a struggle to view it - All that lay ahead To let go of the fear which always clung so near - A concept foreign to me But the freedom found within and letting go of that sin - Came from when to Trust I fled.

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC

allison-10

Jezu Ufam Tobi

So much wrestling it was only me I was jesting - With the future unknown The way I knew it was a struggle to view it - All that lay ahead To let go of the fear which always clung so near - A concept foreign to me But the freedom found within and letting go of that sin - Came from when to Trust I fled.

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THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE This house is not for sale- beware of my kitchened wife, beware of Emeka, my son & Tobi, my Son-in-law; even Musa, my gate man. Everyone is a thief in his room, everyone is a saint outside his room- Trespassers will be persecuted. Behind the closed doors are unscripted scenes of scenery stones of miscreants hanging their tainted memories on the eyes of souls to take away their vineyard. This land is not for sale, Politicians are here; *** bellied looters are here holding selfishness as the right hand of God. Yesterday, 100 soldiers died laughing out their skulls- the politicians keep mute hoping to see the spirits of the soldiers return home to defend the country from buyers. We are not selling this country to get paid, beware of 419- This is military Zone, keep off. We are preserving it in the stomach of the Leaders. How long do you hold your house in your body? How long do you have to sell to make that profit that never existed? From the fireflies of the boundless rainbows, We would hold resistance of greed into being tying itself like the dog of wisdom. This house is not for sale, buyers, beware, The C of O is with the righteous politicians, God has learnt to save their tainted freewill on his palms. He could not find a way to punish them in hell anymore. Do not allow other lips to hold onto this saying. the road on the tongue of this house has led me to places: to be a politician & extort from the poor masses & to lead them astray into oblivion of darkness. Days are gone when we see moon in the smile of the sun that peeps through the window of this house... Do not come home to this house anymore, Its no longer has your loved ones in it. ©John Chizoba Vincent #LiquidPoetry.

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC

john-chizoba-vincent

This House Is Not For Sale.

THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE This house is not for sale- beware of my kitchened wife, beware of Emeka, my son & Tobi, my Son-in-law; even Musa, my gate man. Everyone is a thief in his room, everyone is a saint outside his room- Trespassers will be persecuted. Behind the closed doors are unscripted scenes of scenery stones of miscreants hanging their tainted memories on the eyes of souls to take away their vineyard. This land is not for sale, Politicians are here; *** bellied looters are here holding selfishness as the right hand of God. Yesterday, 100 soldiers died laughing out their skulls- the politicians keep mute hoping to see the spirits of the soldiers return home to defend the country from buyers. We are not selling this country to get paid, beware of 419- This is military Zone, keep off. We are preserving it in the stomach of the Leaders. How long do you hold your house in your body? How long do you have to sell to make that profit that never existed? From the fireflies of the boundless rainbows, We would hold resistance of greed into being tying itself like the dog of wisdom. This house is not for sale, buyers, beware, The C of O is with the righteous politicians, God has learnt to save their tainted freewill on his palms. He could not find a way to punish them in hell anymore. Do not allow other lips to hold onto this saying. the road on the tongue of this house has led me to places: to be a politician & extort from the poor masses & to lead them astray into oblivion of darkness. Days are gone when we see moon in the smile of the sun that peeps through the window of this house... Do not come home to this house anymore, Its no longer has your loved ones in it. ©John Chizoba Vincent #LiquidPoetry.

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