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Poetry in Denounement Exasperation in Triumph
Exasperation in TriumphPieces of statements are nothing if you have no idea where to put it.The difficulty sometimes is whether to accept or reject a certain opportunity that comes only once in your lifetime.In behalf of your decision, you must never bend platforms and break it to erase the thought of its existence.You must go on and walk on the plank step by step, steady and doubtless.A third person would be easier in the situation, however there is only you in the limelight.If you spend hours trying to find out its pros and cons, would there be enough time to say yes or no?Drastic changes can happen, although if you proceed with the mist that follows, you are likely to find out and see it.Unfortunately, it's unknown whether the pitfalls and rises would benefit the definition you'd like to answer.Words can either be discriminating or biased. Somehow, it's uneasy to deal with the numerous voices around you.If you put a Pigeon inside a cage, it will stay
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement A Drastic Call
A Drastic CallFor a year, I took a name that never said it was ‘me'.For 2 years, I walked down a path that made me fall from a cliff unharmed but bleeding.For 3 years, I stepped on grounds that made me feel it was not my own way to be above it.For 4 years, I managed to climb from underground rivers to the top of a steep mountain in the distant valleys of thoughts.For 5 years, I figured out I was not doing what I thought I could've done.For half a day, I found comfort in what lies beyond what was expected.For 2 days, I gained a chance to obtain a goal that was never mine to have.For 3 days, I looked at myself and found a smudge on the edge of the mirror.For 4 days, I had to go back and seek the untold tale that pushed me out of the shadows and into new ones.For 5 days, I've been smiling like an idiot, lost and full of shame.For less than a minute, I did see what was waiting for me if I entered the cave of dwelling whispers.For 2 minutes, I am able to touch th
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Flaming Petals
Flaming PetalsIt was that day you crawled to the bedside to whisper a lullabyIt despised my pride, but loved by my heart.Till then, nights and days scatter and flea like a moth who was freeIt grew and grew till the sun got tired to shine so vibrantly.Cloudy days were even better to admire when you try to distinguish what has clouded and stormed in your presence with me.Rainy days caught the attention that contributed to mayhem.However, it burnt like a pot in an oven, heating us with a tidal wave of joy. As confusing as it is, the tidal wave is in the pot.It celebrates the notes and letters from your steps to mine and mine to yours.Days and weeks and years passed, steady on the boat that never tumbleIt balanced the weight that carry the break and the solution to the sanityWhen nights arrived, it became insane and wild.Compare it to tamed animals now free from humanity's illusion, like as if we were new to each other’s armsAs I stand here on the boat, savi
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement A Letter from Me to You
A Letter from Me to YouHey there!It seems like it's another day and yeah life is treating you a bit nice on some edges and some not.Don't worry about that. Tomorrow is another day and you can start all over again if you didn't enjoy yesterday's moments.Maybe you can relax for today. Grab some ice cream, sleep, play or just do nothing and get lazy.It's been really stressful I know, but don't forget to just lay back from time to time.If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here to listen. You can whine, rant, scream and I'll be the ear.Got some kind of problem? We can talk about problems together and we might find a way to get through it.I guess everyone has problems but I don't know if you're open for a deep conversation. Just remember I'm here.You can cry on my shoulder if you want, or just ignore it if you don't want to get too emotional.Anyway, you should try to watch some series or movies. That seems to put you in a good mood most of the time, right?
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement You
YouI might not know everything.But I do know something.We may not know all things.But we know what some of these things are.You may not know what things are like in this worldBut you know your own world and everything as it is.Finally I can rest and just lay down all day.Nothing new, just the silence in my head that I've waited to come for 15 years.Well I'll be damned.And still, even if these voices come back, the inner silence would always stay but mostly, violently unheard.I want you to fill up the next few spaces with any words that you want.I would give a specific category or word, and whichever comes into your mind first, you must use it to fill in the blanks.Any word is good as long as you have the freedom to choose.With every line, I hope you can find the undiscovered meanings within yourself.I find it easy to (some kind of activity where you can move a lot) _______ and return to how I started it's phase.Even if it could be a challen
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Pressure
PressureHow can you define pressure that lures in the dispatched motions?How can you find meaning to a situation that squeezes you to a roughly cynical tube of temperament?If you tend to find a non-existent term, you are led to a different outcome of drastic tastes.And I suppose if you get there, you have no idea on how to escape the chaos you started to finish in the first place.Everyone looks upon you. They manage to check every movement and mumbles from your mouth.Your actions must be done to an organized fashion filled with expectancy,sophistication and achievement.Once you create an expansion of your identification, the difficulty of changing it suffers in the hands of those who watch.One flaw can turn into a coercion of the down-trodden and spoon-fed individuals. Even with no intention for that to happen, you must turn the tables.Unlike other beings, you must stand up on your own feet and bring others with you.An awarding experience is like a stran
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Status Quo
Status QuoI know it's been awhile since I stepped on the front porch to open up something for you.It's been years since I heard you say my name, while you sit at the end of the room.If you don't remember me, I would gladly go inside, have a nice little chat and catch up where we left off.When I enter, I hope I am welcome to cast in myself as another part of your cruel gestures of disbelief.The world is full of stigmatized meanings and groups where they say you belong to.It's a brief demonstration of its everyday advances and greatness as you differ from the rest.Whether it's true or not, differences can always outgrow similarities and how people behave and act upon reason.In order to go for something undeniably stupid when you join these certain people, a clash of extremities strike.Society has been characterizing us from the lowest level to the highest one you can ever go through.Such level means that there is nothing in between and similar to what we a
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Society’s Collar Bone
Society’s Collar BoneIt is a crucial distress call to see that we keep an eye on one specific thing.It does not have an end or some kind of splash that would pick you up if you are in need.It is not an emergency call but we listen to the words of stupidity.Eventually, we would get unhinged at the little times when the proof of our limits finally existsPerhaps we can belong in a "non compos mentis" atmosphere if we lowered the dumb level.In some days, we might bring justice to our thoughts if they are being treated as scattered lizards.In the usual habit, we only look at one quadrilateral in this spherical world of disturbance and peace.Unfortunately, we follow a swipe of instinct that drags our consciousness in a society of the likeness through our fingertips.It depends on how we put up in a situation. However, we spend time being hypnotized by countless screens.To make it worse, we let people come into the lives of our own and make their own outlook.The worst
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