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I don't lie to poems,
except when I lie to myself.
I don't lie to myself
except my sanity is at stake.

Some people blame it on pride but I don't need pride to ignore what I don't care about.
That I don't judge your wrongs doesn't mean am on your side.

Ever conscious of my flaws so can't embrace yours. I'm adult.
The only adult shit I do is pretend not to be a child. I'm kid.

I love. But have an alien way of demonstrating.
Virgin? Obsessed? Been there, done it.

I'm 15 marks away from passing Bleep-boy audition.
I'm decent. Then loose. Then in another space where both don't exist.

I've got brand names who will Bleep me for free. But feeling good isn't my thing.
I get orgasm from being intimidated by a friend's success. Or mine.

Ask my mum, she knows more about me but not the details.
As a tailor, she tried fixing me. Now she's a nurse and the story continues.

I can easily make tears drop but the real skill is keeping too many hurts on my conscience.
You can't create what I create cause you don't feel what I feel. Guess you settle for plagiarizing.

My heart is prison for explosive emotion. Only Miss Art can confuse them for beauty.
I stay creative to feel alive.

Sometimes, I harbour breast thoughts and pussy intentions. But they are mostly self-induced.
Nonesense is my therapy.

Change is constant. But I doubt it cause new girl friends saying what old girlfriends once said.
Depression is still my longest serving boo.

How do I differentiate me from the poet? Cause sometimes I want to give these ladies their lover and be alone.
Alone is the death and strength of me.

I'm one of those people who wants to die in their creating room.
I'm one of those people who skip death after writing stuff like this.

- Light Mark

Pdizzle:
OUT OF MY GRASP
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I wish all my wishes will come true,
Then i won't stop wishing.
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I wish there was no you,
Then my heart will know no grief,
Love would have been an alien,
Whom i will walk past without looking back,
The days won't get lonely and the night scary,
My heart won't turn to stone,
My Kingdom will still have a throne.
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I wish i couldn't make a wish,
Singing the lazy man's anthem,
Counting my chickens before they are hatched.
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I wish i could wish for two things,
Just two things,
Love and war.
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I wish i had wings, then i will fly to the sky
and ask God,
Where do dead babies go, heaven or hell,
What about the good atheists, the angels who fell,
Why do good things happen to bad people and the righteous fade like ripples.
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I wish i could search the whole sky and see there is no God,
No big Almighty who watches our affairs,
Only to come back and hear a tiny voice within my soul,
Feel the strong bond of existence,
God's real representative,
The cord that connects everyone,
That brings the initiative of good and evil,
No fanaticism, no extremism,
Just the benefit of Mankind.

thats kul

Poetic Highness

Burning and shinning with magical wisdom
mind dances in the midst of wild thoughts
imaginations; my dearest friend
Erotically; aroma of destiny
it's no new news that my muse amuses their
muses.

Sounds of great victory
still my source of inspiration
seeking seeds of wisdom
my scrolls contains secrets to future sciences
Get insane with as my pen rewrites history
Zeus bows to the voices of my heart

Heart hovering around sacred poetry
conflicting ideas; my only crisis
Generations yet unborn gets inspiration from this
living inscriptions.
Sing to me of me,
my heart imperishable.

TheBeginning:
I really want to be part of this club. Really!

am poet and want be here