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  • Rookie - 332 Points Mustapha Muinah (10/17/2014 6:16:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies
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    Everyone who knows you will think you are the happiest person on earth
    they think they know you but they are seeing the mask you put on.
    You are breaking inside
    gradually gradually
    people do say that your smile can be seen from miles
    it means you are as apy as flower
    meanwhile you have covered your head with a hood, so that you can lie about your mood.
    You are breaking inside
    gradually, gradually
    you are breaking inside
    you wish to be happy
    you wish to be free
    you want to show the world who you are but you cant
    you are breaking inside gradually gradually.
    You are breaking inside
    your friends and family believed they are there for you
    but they didnt knw that you are hidding in a corner weeping.
    You know that the care and love you get from them is nt enough to heal your wounds
    you are breaking inside
    gradually, gradually
    you are breaking inside
    you try to move on but your wounds disturb you.
    Yo do tell yourself" i cant recover, i want to die"
    so that you can be free
    why do you want to die?
    Dont you know that everybody has one or more wounds.
    Some wounds are healed and has turn to scars while some are fresh and are disturbing us.
    Why must you die

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    • Rookie - 332 Points Kevin Patrick (10/18/2014 11:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Every line of this poem is steeped in a deep understanding of human pain and suffering, although it may seem the happiest person it can be a disguise. you wish to be happy you wish to be free ... more

    • Rookie - 332 Points A Man (10/17/2014 6:48:00 AM) Post reply

      I too have alot of Wounds

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  • Freshman - 1,391 Points Kevin Patrick (10/3/2014 10:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    There’s a face in the mirror
    And I’m not sure who it is
    It comes right at me like a gun fighter’s fist
    Charging fast, and rapid nearly grazing the tip
    Between the span of nerves; Hook line and miss
    And there’s a veil thinly pealed
    Beneath a rock in my skull
    Gazing through the parallax of two empty dots

    I try to call out but there’s no room in the dark,
    Amber light converges in deliriums exhaust
    The Shellac dries
    Under heats condensation
    But the sink is gorged
    In a gelatinous inundation

    While a frail monotone
    Splinters the trembling cracks
    That tears my lips
    Without so much as a match
    My Sutured mouths rings in the tropic of cancer
    As Wings shackled flyby in fire pits trail
    The Porter calls out for my Gordian vest
    I lie to live and keep all my threads colour best
    While growing in the marrow
    Of the puppet at the pulpit
    Is an epiphany of chemical pain
    Coursing the narrow gaps in my dislodged veins
    And I wonder which role that I'm born to play
    When every day feels exactly the same

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  • Rookie - 547 Points Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip (10/1/2014 4:10:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Go not until and unless some one calls you,
    Come not until and unless some one invites you,
    Love not until and unless your are convince,
    Eat not until and unless you clear about what
    Do not until and unless you experience

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    • Rookie - 547 Points Eric Ericson (11/22/2014 6:05:00 AM) Post reply

      I hope you are writing this as sarcasm. I would do just the opposite. I will rise each morning and look for the sunrise knowing that might be only clouds

    • Rookie - 547 Points Kay Staley (10/28/2014 9:40:00 AM) Post reply

      Go beyond your call before and for sure Go before your invited, for sure no one cares Love before someone loves you, for sure they will Eat before you are convinced; afterward you will be for sur ... more

  • Rookie - 88 Points Maria Goodison (9/27/2014 7:12:00 AM) Post reply

    Be Strong If You Can.

    Be a strong man when you can, be a man that is strong
    I know you can.
    Stand tall so all can see that you are still wiling to be
    there beats the rocks until they break and crumble turn
    to dust.
    Make the bread so you can eat, heat the water on the stove
    for that bath you indeed need.
    Hold this world on your head so not ne will fall or feel lonely
    Be a man that's strong, be a strong man I know you can and when
    the day is done, sit down and hum a tune because you my
    dear is the strength that is in us all.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Samiul Halim (9/6/2014 2:14:00 AM) Post reply

    i want to training.... poems, , , ,

  • Rookie - 187 Points Zoila T. Flores (8/28/2014 6:35:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Freedom is something precious
    that I wouldn't change for anything.

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    • Rookie - 187 Points Kay Staley (10/28/2014 9:42:00 AM) Post reply

      Consequently, Humans pretend to seek for freedom But none of us can comprehend it.

  • Freshman - 2,058 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (8/27/2014 2:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Well if freedom means having the priviledge to do what you want then, we still a bit little far, rules are everywhere you can't really be free can you?

  • Gold Star - 19,033 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/25/2014 5:16:00 AM) Post reply

    Be opened like the flowers, be heavy like the clouds, be free like the airs, and move towards the sky.
    There in the sky discover the sun, the moon and innumerable stars and make yourself enlightened.

  • Gold Star - 12,291 Points Mohammad Skati (8/21/2014 11:13:00 AM) Post reply

    There are a lot of pretty poets who write free verse in a great way. It's how much one is gifted and how much one is experienced. Thanks.

  • Veteran Poet - 2,555 Points Abekah Emmanuel (8/17/2014 7:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    To me, writing in free form removes the limitation that rhymes places on the poet use of words. It allows the poet to freely employ
    words that will suit the message.

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