Submissions by earthaboveyou365
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2017 2:09am
26th Jan 2017 2:09am
i think unique is me and better
I wonder why some are mentally blind
Brainwashed you could say
so much has been proved and proved has had to fight that so called love
cant they see a child is our leader?
and his father...is teaching him Russian and celebrated when he won that one gold street
thin pages,put your tongue on them and they will melt
thin pages, you throw it and punishment will say "waterboard"
thin pages, stories more like roman mythology
thin pages is their one and only source
i am curious and bi curious and a human whom only listens
a human whom adores...
Brainwashed you could say
so much has been proved and proved has had to fight that so called love
cant they see a child is our leader?
and his father...is teaching him Russian and celebrated when he won that one gold street
thin pages,put your tongue on them and they will melt
thin pages, you throw it and punishment will say "waterboard"
thin pages, stories more like roman mythology
thin pages is their one and only source
i am curious and bi curious and a human whom only listens
a human whom adores...
477 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Jan 2017 3:03am
23rd Jan 2017 3:03am
you know i love you journal
you see i use you journal
i use you to write
i use you to put down on
i use you when depressed
i use you when bored
i use you when enthusiastically confident
i use you,you see and be my confessioner, i simply need no man to tell me what
i use you for love
i use you because you need me
i use you because whatever i make,makes you
i use my hands to write this though
i use you to turn up from down and drown from trump
i use you to write
i use you to put down on
i use you when depressed
i use you when bored
i use you when enthusiastically confident
i use you,you see and be my confessioner, i simply need no man to tell me what
i use you for love
i use you because you need me
i use you because whatever i make,makes you
i use my hands to write this though
i use you to turn up from down and drown from trump
497 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 1:48am
22nd Jan 2017 1:48am
made me
Green and Blue created yellow
you and her created me
me and him created us
i am not a crayola crayon
so do not crack me
and
if u need track me,look at my trail
learn from my trail and be outstandingly you
you and her created me
me and him created us
i am not a crayola crayon
so do not crack me
and
if u need track me,look at my trail
learn from my trail and be outstandingly you
492 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2017 1:43am
22nd Jan 2017 1:43am
women's march candid
i did
i walked and talked
and i did it
i laughed and then danced
i saw illustrations of body parts and a man with tiny hands
i saw words with power,pussy power
i felt love and joy, but fear of being tear gassed
i was not able to walk at times due to over crowed streets
i truly felt love and couldn't recall what hate was
i remember the feeling of adrenaline of family
i remember the smell of people and cannabis
i remember leaving and seeing the purple sky
i believe it was representing red and blue coming together for the truth...
i walked and talked
and i did it
i laughed and then danced
i saw illustrations of body parts and a man with tiny hands
i saw words with power,pussy power
i felt love and joy, but fear of being tear gassed
i was not able to walk at times due to over crowed streets
i truly felt love and couldn't recall what hate was
i remember the feeling of adrenaline of family
i remember the smell of people and cannabis
i remember leaving and seeing the purple sky
i believe it was representing red and blue coming together for the truth...
539 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2017 1:55am
18th Jan 2017 1:55am
from 0 to 30
What was he like as a teenager?
What proof or evidence and multiple legible sources do we have?
How credible is a man who hears a bush with fire talk to him?
Although we have evidence that the man whom heard a talking bush was real
the other one who is a son, has no trace of evidence leading to whether he was alive or not
as i study in school i see and am able to bring together that all different civilizations created there own form of a leader
and one idea becomes dominate world wide,maybe because of a super power empire?
i have also heard that money is...
What proof or evidence and multiple legible sources do we have?
How credible is a man who hears a bush with fire talk to him?
Although we have evidence that the man whom heard a talking bush was real
the other one who is a son, has no trace of evidence leading to whether he was alive or not
as i study in school i see and am able to bring together that all different civilizations created there own form of a leader
and one idea becomes dominate world wide,maybe because of a super power empire?
i have also heard that money is...
488 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 10:59pm
14th Jan 2017 10:59pm
what i picture in my head
i see a lion lyin on a pile of dandelions
and i see the wheat plants moving with the wind
the sun is a bright orange,so bright and with depth that you could climb it
i hear the sound of birds chirping and the plants moving with the ever so gentle wind
the lion squints its eyes and says roar ever so gently but with confidence
and i see the wheat plants moving with the wind
the sun is a bright orange,so bright and with depth that you could climb it
i hear the sound of birds chirping and the plants moving with the ever so gentle wind
the lion squints its eyes and says roar ever so gently but with confidence
440 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 10:54pm
14th Jan 2017 10:54pm
that mirror to the right over there
i wipe that mirror so i can see a clearer you
but all i see is the true definition of you
that mirror is now clean though
and my soul was underwater babe
you see, that is where
where i picked each drop
each drop to wipe that mirror
my hair was the cloth
and the cloth was there
but where were you?
in the mirror or in
but all i see is the true definition of you
that mirror is now clean though
and my soul was underwater babe
you see, that is where
where i picked each drop
each drop to wipe that mirror
my hair was the cloth
and the cloth was there
but where were you?
in the mirror or in
472 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 2:32am
14th Jan 2017 2:32am
purple and yellow are sisters
let it rain
let it rain love
let it rain
let it rain compassion
let it rain
let it rain lust
let it rain
let it rain amorousness
let it rain
let it rain affection
let it rain
let it motherfucking pour zeal,sentiment and of course love
let it pour rain
let it rain love
let it rain
let it rain compassion
let it rain
let it rain lust
let it rain
let it rain amorousness
let it rain
let it rain affection
let it rain
let it motherfucking pour zeal,sentiment and of course love
let it pour rain
459 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 2:23am
14th Jan 2017 2:23am
different is true beauty
in a world where its winter but feels like summer
I go for a run because i know that warmth is only but temporary
my veins turn into vines and i breath out the crisp air
i notice the sounds of nature,i look up and see the cotton candy sky
this is the part where i am thankful to be breathing and moving so freely
this is the moment where i see a greater perspective
sometimes i am just thankful for true beauty and uniqueness because it truly is a work of art
created by nature
I go for a run because i know that warmth is only but temporary
my veins turn into vines and i breath out the crisp air
i notice the sounds of nature,i look up and see the cotton candy sky
this is the part where i am thankful to be breathing and moving so freely
this is the moment where i see a greater perspective
sometimes i am just thankful for true beauty and uniqueness because it truly is a work of art
created by nature
523 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 10:33pm
11th Jan 2017 10:33pm
they call us civilized? ha
labels i hate,i loathe, if i could i would distinguish them
but that wouldn't be fair because a democracy is what i believe in
so what i really mean is i wish they never existed
they create stereotypes and at times false conceptions
it as if someone paints all over a person but cant see what lies beneath
almost blind but with the access but too lazy to jump inside
neutral is the way to go. i guess we must evolve the bias out of us
but that wouldn't be fair because a democracy is what i believe in
so what i really mean is i wish they never existed
they create stereotypes and at times false conceptions
it as if someone paints all over a person but cant see what lies beneath
almost blind but with the access but too lazy to jump inside
neutral is the way to go. i guess we must evolve the bias out of us
506 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2017 11:49pm
10th Jan 2017 11:49pm
teach them proper
throw hate at me?I'll catch it and create it to love and laughter
ridicule will catch you and humiliate you
but since i am strong i will show you what you didn't for me
i will show care and compassion
do not throw back at them instead teach them
for a better end result
ridicule will catch you and humiliate you
but since i am strong i will show you what you didn't for me
i will show care and compassion
do not throw back at them instead teach them
for a better end result
543 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2017 11:39pm
10th Jan 2017 11:39pm
you deceived me but i could not comprehend
In this room the sun is dim
in that room bright
at dawn it rises from the left
and at night to the right
i like to to be in the left room
i love to be warm
i touch the warm window and see my shadow on the wall
my, what a bright room
my, what a big head
i am brighter than you
since you left me
i grew and was able to see
to see, that i was right all along
in that room bright
at dawn it rises from the left
and at night to the right
i like to to be in the left room
i love to be warm
i touch the warm window and see my shadow on the wall
my, what a bright room
my, what a big head
i am brighter than you
since you left me
i grew and was able to see
to see, that i was right all along
544 reads
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