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" the last poetry"
Crawling on the path
I, see u ,falling apart
Eyes are shut in fear
Ground is flood with tears
No long can u talk
Hope,all left to walk
Am i the wrong here
Getting high on your fear
Oh, hide and seek this old game
You are trying, what a shame
Dont let me catch you my love
No one can touch me i wear gloves
My hands are very smelly
You know some of these smell
Where are you, where can i find
wont you tell
Wont you tell
Anyway i can hear you.
END
The last talk between a serial killer and it's victim
Well, there are many sick people around us we cant deny that , we just need to keep an eye out and stay safe .
" the last poetry"
Crawling on the path
I, see u ,falling apart
Eyes are shut in fear
Ground is flood with tears
No long can u talk
Hope,all left to walk
Am i the wrong here
Getting high on your fear
Oh, hide and seek this old game
You are trying, what a shame
Dont let me catch you my love
No one can touch me i wear gloves
My hands are very smelly
You know some of these smell
Where are you, where can i find
wont you tell
Wont you tell
Anyway i can hear you.
END
The last talk between a serial killer and it's victim
Well, there are many sick people around us we cant deny that , we just need to keep an eye out and stay safe .
Am I too much to tame?
All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
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All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
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Love is like a blank black sky. People don't want big accomplishments in their relationships, they crave for little things because it's not the planets which brighten up the sky but the stars in it.
So just hug her without a reason, kiss him on his cheeks, take her out for momos, go for a walk in the rain, enjoy sunsets, make playlists for each other because these will be the memories you'll be smiling at when you look up in your 70s, cherishing the silly things you did Together...
Fall in love my friends, it's beautiful.
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So just hug her without a reason, kiss him on his cheeks, take her out for momos, go for a walk in the rain, enjoy sunsets, make playlists for each other because these will be the memories you'll be smiling at when you look up in your 70s, cherishing the silly things you did Together...
Fall in love my friends, it's beautiful.
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Moth
Like a moth I breath only to come out
from a greased exhaust fan
into the life of flowers of trees
My life is a struggle to escape
from the four walls of ugly world
to the world yonder with no ends
I can't eat these oils anymore
stuck to the ceilings from soot
I want leaves to grow for me
from the womb of existence itself
I want to die over some soil
covered with petals and dew.
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Like a moth I breath only to come out
from a greased exhaust fan
into the life of flowers of trees
My life is a struggle to escape
from the four walls of ugly world
to the world yonder with no ends
I can't eat these oils anymore
stuck to the ceilings from soot
I want leaves to grow for me
from the womb of existence itself
I want to die over some soil
covered with petals and dew.
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There are certain ghosts who aren't apparitions of dead people, yet they are as much as the compacted night darkness in a forest. Have you ever seen the thick grounds, sunk with rotten skeletons of black leaves, and an invisible wall slandered around of a scent that consume your whole mind, let you be it's plaything. Such forests though exist, but are actually running in the minds of us, their leaves being memories that we try to leave behind, their scent being fainted pasts that keep on scoring a sad tone. And there are these ghosts, who can suck out all your drive to do something, to just take away your inside soul and make you like them, a faceless man.
Have you found out if you're the ghost, or you're the faceless?
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Have you found out if you're the ghost, or you're the faceless?
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Prayers remain echoing across this room filled with emptiness.
They chant holy words among the people who mourn.
I lay there sinking in a world that knows no inception.
They say everything is a distraction and you should focus on what you need.
Keep your integrity intact in a world that likes watching you bleed. Do you feel free? For all I am is a Cage seeking a bird (Sir Franz Kafka) or am I deceived to breathe the way they taught me how to live #review #thoughts
They chant holy words among the people who mourn.
I lay there sinking in a world that knows no inception.
They say everything is a distraction and you should focus on what you need.
Keep your integrity intact in a world that likes watching you bleed. Do you feel free? For all I am is a Cage seeking a bird (Sir Franz Kafka) or am I deceived to breathe the way they taught me how to live #review #thoughts
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Indeed the water rises, indeed the rivers flow,
Beneath them mighty waves,
Pondering and degrading the earth that knits their path.
I see a gash, like a mighty wind,
A tide too unbreakable by the screams of fear.
And as it all comes to a still,
The earth smelling fresh again,
The frogs croaking,
The crickets tuning a melody.
And like the old grandma's hut,
A smoke rises on the moist tatched kitchen,
A meal, God has provided,
The land will bear fruit,
The children will have something,
Cause the owner of the land,
Has commanded it to yield.
I see the villagers smile,
A tune and a libation,
For a cry is heard,
A perfect gift of a son,
I hear the drummers play the tom toms,
I feel the harmony of the ululation,
Tomorrow the women will gather together,
To welcome and teach the young mother,
How to love and to hold her little one.
It is beautiful, the heart cannot contempt.
Surely, tomorrow, the sun will rise again and we will smile.
We will allow every rhythm and melodies made by life to flow to our hearts through the ears,
We will love, we will rejoice and we will call it a blessed land
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Indeed the water rises, indeed the rivers flow,
Beneath them mighty waves,
Pondering and degrading the earth that knits their path.
I see a gash, like a mighty wind,
A tide too unbreakable by the screams of fear.
And as it all comes to a still,
The earth smelling fresh again,
The frogs croaking,
The crickets tuning a melody.
And like the old grandma's hut,
A smoke rises on the moist tatched kitchen,
A meal, God has provided,
The land will bear fruit,
The children will have something,
Cause the owner of the land,
Has commanded it to yield.
I see the villagers smile,
A tune and a libation,
For a cry is heard,
A perfect gift of a son,
I hear the drummers play the tom toms,
I feel the harmony of the ululation,
Tomorrow the women will gather together,
To welcome and teach the young mother,
How to love and to hold her little one.
It is beautiful, the heart cannot contempt.
Surely, tomorrow, the sun will rise again and we will smile.
We will allow every rhythm and melodies made by life to flow to our hearts through the ears,
We will love, we will rejoice and we will call it a blessed land
Self reminder
Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world ,
Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace.
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Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world ,
Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace.
#review #thoughts
It's hurts when no one understands you
It Hurts when you have to bottle down your feelings,,when you have to shut out your thoughts...when you only scream in your mind and yet you feel like screaming literally to calm yourself down...it hurts when people call you a weirdo and you just want to be normal...when their normal is not your normal they shun it...they make it sound like it's a disease..
They make it seem like it's virus...they start treating you differently and act weird in your presence,,,act as if you're some anomaly...you try to let them accept you by opening up but what they want is to interpret you or try to find a reason for everything that you do...they try to explain you like you're an experiment or a study...
It hurts when it doesn't hurt physically...It hurts to experience hurt without hurting literally...
It hurts to be the odd one out(though sometimes it feels sweet ...most of the time it's depressing)
I have already gotten out of context maybe...this is not what I was supposed to write...this is not how it played in my mind... If I wrote what I wanted to,, you would definitely tear up...you would feel pity for me and that's too hurts sometimes...you make one feel like unwanted human when you pity someone as if they're helpless...your pity hurts me more and makes me shut out the world...
I don't understand a thing that's happening in my life and that hurts too
It hurts not to have a solution and have an ocean of problems
It hurts when you compare other people's problems with mine making mine seem as if they're insignificant and as if they shouldn't matter...as if I'm not experiencing them
And when I try to make you understand me you will definitely get tired of me and think I'm a burden...you will think about for sure but subconsciously.
I could keep on writing without stopping but I know you don't give a damn about what I say...
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It Hurts when you have to bottle down your feelings,,when you have to shut out your thoughts...when you only scream in your mind and yet you feel like screaming literally to calm yourself down...it hurts when people call you a weirdo and you just want to be normal...when their normal is not your normal they shun it...they make it sound like it's a disease..
They make it seem like it's virus...they start treating you differently and act weird in your presence,,,act as if you're some anomaly...you try to let them accept you by opening up but what they want is to interpret you or try to find a reason for everything that you do...they try to explain you like you're an experiment or a study...
It hurts when it doesn't hurt physically...It hurts to experience hurt without hurting literally...
It hurts to be the odd one out(though sometimes it feels sweet ...most of the time it's depressing)
I have already gotten out of context maybe...this is not what I was supposed to write...this is not how it played in my mind... If I wrote what I wanted to,, you would definitely tear up...you would feel pity for me and that's too hurts sometimes...you make one feel like unwanted human when you pity someone as if they're helpless...your pity hurts me more and makes me shut out the world...
I don't understand a thing that's happening in my life and that hurts too
It hurts not to have a solution and have an ocean of problems
It hurts when you compare other people's problems with mine making mine seem as if they're insignificant and as if they shouldn't matter...as if I'm not experiencing them
And when I try to make you understand me you will definitely get tired of me and think I'm a burden...you will think about for sure but subconsciously.
I could keep on writing without stopping but I know you don't give a damn about what I say...
#thoughts #review