"wishpering" poems - Hello Poetry

how long; have you been Whishpering I clearly remember I woke up three times or so been back to sleep I woke back up, And I could still hear you Humming How long will; you be Whispering Your thoughts;flows inside me like the morning sun over the mountains; beyound the hills You words; resonates inside with the silence, and the noise You are my Dope How long will you be gone How long have you been gone I have your smile frozen inside my memory Your soft breaths beats along my heart I have your mean words framed over my walls I hear you whispering I can listen you whispering Keep Wishpering Keep Wishpering I want to feel you Thinking about you, I think about us Keep your voice low Stop whispering

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC

sum-it

Stop Wishpering

how long; have you been Whishpering I clearly remember I woke up three times or so been back to sleep I woke back up, And I could still hear you Humming How long will; you be Whispering Your thoughts;flows inside me like the morning sun over the mountains; beyound the hills You words; resonates inside with the silence, and the noise You are my Dope How long will you be gone How long have you been gone I have your smile frozen inside my memory Your soft breaths beats along my heart I have your mean words framed over my walls I hear you whispering I can listen you whispering Keep Wishpering Keep Wishpering I want to feel you Thinking about you, I think about us Keep your voice low Stop whispering

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My friend, you, who always was there with, the knife, doped in my blood wishpering, your loud spells, flowing words silencing, your lies, for my eyes shivering, as I lay in the ground the bed, my friend, you made I thank you, my friend, for we are friends I'll gift you, my friend, my flowers for you, my friend, will see the beauty in every bit, of hideous piece, that may breath our air Thank you, my friend for only you my friend will understand the meaning

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC

birdytobefree

You, my friend

My friend, you, who always was there with, the knife, doped in my blood wishpering, your loud spells, flowing words silencing, your lies, for my eyes shivering, as I lay in the ground the bed, my friend, you made I thank you, my friend, for we are friends I'll gift you, my friend, my flowers for you, my friend, will see the beauty in every bit, of hideous piece, that may breath our air Thank you, my friend for only you my friend will understand the meaning

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Yes, indeed that is what it must all come down to. The battle of our spectacularly mediocre existence and work. The constant struggle between good and evil. Those who realise this see what it is that the universe has been wishpering to us from the very beginning that it is all we must do. It is the very force that drives it all. Like the oxygen into our lungs that gets released inot the blood stream, totally nessery for our movement and survival. But alas it has been faded. In the now in which we live it ha been tainted by scewd by a few in power, They rob us of what it is to be GOOD AND TURN US INTO parasites who must consume and own. This is evil and has cause only death and pain to the human race. The population of which so vast as if we are mini planets. We all revolve around something. We all have a meaning, a purpose, a sun which warms us and keeps of alive. Yet we all have a moon that brings darkness and beauty heart breakingly simotainously. Our loves and friends our neighbouring planets, part of our solar system. Everything, every aspect of the universe must order itself into these formations. It is law. The skeliton, the psyisics behind why such things must be leak out into everyones life everyday without a single exception. The rule is simple. Life our experience is the universe. Beautiful yet dangerously chaotic. Sallowly disorganised but like each drop of water in a river it has a path which it must flow down dispite the rapids. Those who can make the connections have only one hope to be free. That is to see things in their essence. To value all life no matter how big or small as life in a vast universe is a perious maricle and we must start by honering our own. Then understandly reaching our hands out to others. Be good.

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC

dacia-b

Good

Yes, indeed that is what it must all come down to. The battle of our spectacularly mediocre existence and work. The constant struggle between good and evil. Those who realise this see what it is that the universe has been wishpering to us from the very beginning that it is all we must do. It is the very force that drives it all. Like the oxygen into our lungs that gets released inot the blood stream, totally nessery for our movement and survival. But alas it has been faded. In the now in which we live it ha been tainted by scewd by a few in power, They rob us of what it is to be GOOD AND TURN US INTO parasites who must consume and own. This is evil and has cause only death and pain to the human race. The population of which so vast as if we are mini planets. We all revolve around something. We all have a meaning, a purpose, a sun which warms us and keeps of alive. Yet we all have a moon that brings darkness and beauty heart breakingly simotainously. Our loves and friends our neighbouring planets, part of our solar system. Everything, every aspect of the universe must order itself into these formations. It is law. The skeliton, the psyisics behind why such things must be leak out into everyones life everyday without a single exception. The rule is simple. Life our experience is the universe. Beautiful yet dangerously chaotic. Sallowly disorganised but like each drop of water in a river it has a path which it must flow down dispite the rapids. Those who can make the connections have only one hope to be free. That is to see things in their essence. To value all life no matter how big or small as life in a vast universe is a perious maricle and we must start by honering our own. Then understandly reaching our hands out to others. Be good.

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