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As I am finding myself inspired more, I think it's gonna be better if I post all my "poetry" -or whatever it's called- in one place.
Notice: ( ) means it's implied
[] means it read in one block
Feel Free to ask questions, or tell me what doesn't rhyme, miscount of the syllables or anything else!
Coffee and anxiety;
Caffeine is a drug, that get me fidgety,
It's either be asleep or fakely lively,
The saying holds the truth, beggars can't be picky.
The thought of being me, it might seems lovely,
But do not hope for it, it is like jail really,
It still feels like a roof, no need for self pity.
Dear just walk in my shoes, it will look all dreamy,
But dear I assure you, this, with security,
If you understand me, it will not be scary.
Facade
You want to tell them all, a bit like that one thug,
STOP you have to blend in, put it under the rug,
If you feel that tears come, swallow them in (with) a chug.
To not tell anything, stay like a ladybug,
If you are not careful, they guess there is a bug,
And start asking questions, but shh this is my drug,
Sleep
Sleep: To sleep is a travel in the deep sea.
Dream: To dream is to sit in first class leather seat.
Apnea: To get the little death? not really.
Wet Dream: No touchy and your body cleanse, isn't it neat?
Wake up: wake up Ne-o or Alice depending.
Snoring: it's something to do with your nose I guess?
Cat or SO: the one to do all the cuddling.
Clock: Dring Dring, it breaks in pieces, oh what a mess!
Hail Mary
Mom Mary came to me,
this song is quite catchy,
one day [it'll] be handy,
and it is quite flashy,
Mom Mary came to me,
There is no hierarchy, (weird word...)
But it was not sneaky...
It is a bit preachy!
Mom Mary came to me,
call her mother clearly,
or they will be dreary,
Mother Mary, happy?
Morning
(the) Hardest part of the night, some will say of the day,
What if it was one fight? Then it's like 1st of May!
But I got a routine, coffee keeps me at bay,
cigarettes too, but shh, the censor might go cray!
I think it's all figured (out), a bit like the chicks lay,
I could tell you more but... it's morning I can't stay!
 
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Crush
I catched a sight of her once but It did not stick,
and then everytime it did feel like a pinch,
step by step in my mind she crawled in brick by brick,
the pinching to my heart,soon afflicted my paunch,
the thought of her only, would made me smile dearly,
the day I learnt her name felt like finding ether,
and my craziest dreams kept me awake daily,
but my lil world crumble when I met her lover,
the dreams became nighmares, to see her would stab me,
after times I forgot, but...wait ,there, who is she?
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Food
I do love me some food, I really think it's good,
And while I browse imgur,I look at some foodporn,
I always loved red meat,sucking as I was born,
But my diet [ain't] great, I live the bachelorhood,
hence why I just eat junk'(food) which goes into my blood
I put my life on hold,the years put me in debt,
I look at cuisine stuff,and mukbang on the net,
I never try cooking,I fear the adulthood,
I'd like to try something, a simple dish but new,
some regular as well and stuff that might seems odd,
like that time I learnt about that fruit, reine claude,
I got some ideas: soup, cake, pasta, meats, stew?
affordable simple? I can think of a few,
even though I do wonder what i might just try,
beside mars,(big)mac and rice I don't know what to fry,
but I am too lazy and this is sadly true.
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Siberia
Tell me what it inspires, in your own mind and heart,
Red for the comrades or blue for the tundra part?
To me it is synonym of great adventure,
It can be, if you oblige the weird indenture.
Being toss about scorching hot and cold weather,
But that's over space and time not altogether!
It sounds like great venture to be so far from home,
To escape the boredom is why I wrote that poem,
The Siberian steel and steam horse would take me that far.
But I would not stay in the nice passenger car,
After a first trip I would make it my last one,
When I realized that bit of peace, there is none.
Then I will go back but in the midst I would jump,
To doze off on the back of a tree or a stump.
I woke up, finally I escaped from my dreams.
Let me have my coffee 2 sugar and some cream,
O Siberia, [you're] a woman on nuptial(s),
The thought of you remind me of some ritual!
Romanov, Rurikids, Lenin, Stalin, Putin,
Those are the leaders, some in tales at the inn.
That is enough talk about the great motherland,
Did I tell you about me visiting Scotland?
The northern Netherlands could help me escape too,
But to be high is nothing to me the cuckoo!
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Fear of being happy
As a child I did not ever think about it,
Now that I am grown I try not to exhibit.
how out of nuth'(nothing) I could create joy I wonder?
Now I can barely do anything, laziness,
But for all I want in life is some happiness,
I try and study the almost forgotten past,
All I found is that euphoria does not last.
I do look at the future, but it scares me,
And alas the present I can handle just barely.
After my deepest search I found that happiness('s),
A monstruosity that sounds like craziness.
[Life's] a river and I am a waiter I guess,
for it to appear... the monster of the Loch ness.
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hehe I enjoyed these. I thought they were quite good except for some grammar errors that did not really work
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On October 12 2016 04:39 imgbaby wrote:
hehe I enjoyed these. I thought they were quite good except for some grammar errors that did not really work
If you could point them out that would be really neat, I am not sure they were intentional ^^
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Weekly schedule
On monday we witness the great korean's teams,
on tuesday again we indulge the best of one,
on wednesday the tournament regroup the top-cream,
on thursday it is all about the special won,
on friday they fight again with strength and malice,
and for this weekend I do know what to practice!
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The 4 gods.
First, Nestea the, won the title three times,
The first time he defeated some young king,
the second times he planned the perfect crimes,
The third run was done without a sing'(le) fling.
Second's Life, whose first was in december,
next year same period he won a cup,
so many it is hard to remember,
then last one after a two year hiccup.
Third is Zest, the famous K-T protoss,
first title in what is his year maybe,
then a second one, no time to grow moss,
Then a third just for the form really.
There is one that has more title to hang,
the king of wings got four gold badges, dang!
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Heaven.
I do wonder can you escape heaven?
If we do admit that you can still think,
Imagine if that is the last haven,
and for some reason it does start to stink,
For we do not know how up there it goes,
one can just think about it and ponder
what would happen if from hell it is close,
and after times all you do is wander?
But wait 'it will not at all be like that',
says to me the good old all in black clerk,
For in the book it appears perfect. What,
could make you think otherwise you lil' dork?
Maybe that is the human side of me,
seems logical, for no one can foresee.
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Wise
I do day-dream of infinite knowledge,
I feel quite old but without the wisdom,
I want my life to end, I feel the edge,
Another day, that, I can not fathom.
But is not getting wisdom the real key?
you can say: to get old is to suffer,
you live highs on and off, that's your daily
routine.the good and bad altogether.
All in all, it seems like a precious gift,
But you can feel, that at some point it breaks,
and when you collect it makes you all stiff,
to help other, it is what is at stakes.
Wanting to finish early that's foolish,
What about a change?Nah, I'm too mulish.
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Trump
Simpsons or Mac, that's when I heard the name,
everyone told me he was a bit extreme,
and lots of people make fun of his mane,
to be fair he just want to blow some steam.
I do not know much about his career,
just that now he is running for president.
There are lots of people who, for him, cheer.
I heard his hate about south and cement.
could it be that he is all serious,
that his speeches are about all his wrath,
and yes he does be just so furious,
and he's been telling us about his path.
He might just be playing a character,
and laugh from his -not- ivory tower.
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Byun
once upon a time there was a lil' toss,
one that seems to have a great destiny,
to become stronger and one of the boss,
but he would need to advance carefully.
To The Prime Clan he decided to move,
the home of ,soon, almost all the terrans,
marineking,polt and maru, I approve.
Then his career seems to have run its span,
Him and his puppy simply dissapeared,
we all laugh and spoke of the kespa jail,
Ghost King,in our hearts you were still revered.
We would be yelling but to no avail...
Now he has won one of the best tourney,
Think about it, that was a great journey.
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Rose
My love, pretty as the dew on roses,
in the quite morning of a summer day.
To you I dedicate my weak proses.
I did write so it may forever stay...
alongside your smile, our laugh and my youth.
For the world should know, after your presence,
everything is gone, and that's the sad truth.
And nothing quite last, see my innocence.
Our love was only brief. No need for lies,
our lives did not last and so did our love
in the midst of the universe, time-wise.
But we reached as high as a mourning-dove.
What would I give so we can share our breath,
O my...I hope you truly rest, dear Beth.
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Monster
The lil monster under my bed is known,
not only to me but the aid as well.
We do get together and chat halftone.
His first name I am not sure how to spell.
Sometimes I believe it's all in my head,
but after dawn wakes, again he appears.
To talk to him sometimes I kind of dread,
but his mien I prefer over my peers.
The doctors warned me...but did I listen?
The monster pulled me away from them all.
I thought only the weakest were stricken.
I did not realize I was so small.
You listen to him too and that's grotesque.
For under my bed lay my working desk.
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Baby
O baby, baby you are so lovely,
will you let me take you out for dinner?
(I bet she looks fine in a bikini)
Ho dear I wish I had met you sooner.
o baby, you are so magnificent,
You can make men knee by using your stare.
(I hope that ,to her, I am sufficient)
to impress you I don't know what to wear.
O baby, you are perfect and beaming,
I swear I'll never fall in love again.
Just imagine us side by side sleeping,
Dear, that is all I want simple and plain.
O baby, baby one day we will meet,
To my eyes you are a sweet, so sweet, treat.
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Zerg
First you drone and even make them double,
all this while you overlord try to go
to the other side to save you trouble.
Do not focus on your win/loss ratio.
Then you expand not only once, but twice,
Make some queens ,keep injecting while droning,
keep creeping too, for vision is so nice.
Then choose what you are gonna be making:
Roach to counter the low mass blink stalker?
Bane-lings to counter the stim shield marine?
At least muta-lisks kill the marauders!
With broodlords bring at least one mighty queen!
Remember the lesson is to drone more,
At the last minute, get ready for war.
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Writing
Writing is, from this weird world, my escape.
But it requires so much perseverance,
I try for my ideas to take shape
but it sometimes looses all coherence.
Not a good writer nor an hardworker,
At least it does not feel yet like a chore,
so for now it does not make me suffer!
Though I do post them online like a whore.
Because of greatness I do sometimes dream.
But did anyone write with that in mind?
I don't think so, this is not how you beam!
And such destiny is not for my kind.
I am nothing but a poor lone writer,
So, what? After all it does not matter.
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Orient
Please have a seat and listen to this tale,
of a great deity from the far east,
so vibrant, that to your child you will tell!
To the eyes she was a real nectar feast...
Imagine her in the soft lingerie,
as majestic and colored as a djinn.
Can you catch a glimpse of her naked belly?
Can you smell the aroma off her skin?
You can only reach her through vivid dream.
Maybe reading One Thousand and One Nights
Would help appease the rate of your bloodstream
Now, you should have her fair picture in sights.
In your mind she induces quite a thrill.
Alas to marry her you never will.
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My spleen
I do not know how far into the ages,
I'd to look for the descent of my spleen.
I think I have written it on some pages,
It might have started while I was just a teen.
After my short first love and addiction,
With my body and mind still in shaping,
I did slowly give in to depression,
and I became the anxiety king.
After some talks and medication though,
I am slowly starting to live again.
Or is it my brain playing the banjo?
To hide an upcoming amount of pain?
Tonight I shall sleep without even a fight,
And tomorrow I might smile , yes, I might...
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