Voluntary Poems - Poems about Voluntary

VOLUNTARY ***** if i didn’t know who I was, would I be your voluntary *****? shhh we don’t say that word anymore ***** who gave that word power? Ni**er! is that better? worse? does it make you squirm? feel uncomfortable? it doesn’t bother me until it’s uttered from the lips of those who use it to cut down to the bone i am not your voluntary ***** i do not believe i am less than...

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Voluntary unconditional surrender woke..., Viz hitting yours truly, when yokel egghead doth jinx whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically, smoldering resentments I stoke, he doth bare his soul no joke, no matter insight doth severely challenge cyber surfing passersby, who attempt to interpret courtesy mental torture doth invoke brutality, difficulty, futility gobbledygook, heavily taxing your fifty plus shades of gray I apologetically, grudgingly (ha), ...

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Convince me with every heartbeat Share with me how you love the fall ...

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This January, I was in the tenth grade, when our Head informed that we couldn't contribute to sports meet next year, and we all did our best this year. I volunteered for two, signing up for badminton and long jump then they asked me to have a go at TT too. I didn't know anything about table tennis But I said yes anyway. I...

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VOLUNTARY WITNESS The lights yet shines The fires still burns God has open up heaven He's standing there with open arms He's just asking He's not telling He's talking to you won't you be a witness The darkness fades the night now day God has awaken man Angels begin to siong He's Jesus died just once Only once to forgive us our sins, He' just did it He wasn't...

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i was fifteen the first time a boy told me i had the grace of snow white i was fifteen the first time he told me i had the fierceness of merida i was fifteen when he told me i was as kind as cinderella fifteen was the age of tapering imagination, tattered ball gowns, and rotting pumpkin carriages fifteen was the dawn of...

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Venomous designs have become natural lies. Our choices have no elasticity, beyond cries. Lessons learned from past, lost from our tries. Unlikely so bound that this word flies. Negative powers attack to say no goodbyes. Truth is; there is no more freewill; only sighs. All we have is to follow laws; all others denies. Rebellion is what will come forth, reprise. You know...

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Voluntary blind I can tell you why, if you want to know I can show you how, if you are willing to try I can teach you easily, If you decide to become responsible It is not easy, but anyone can try I see them, but feel nothing Touching them, but have no call Watching them moving, but I am like sleeping If...

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What is this race I am in? Struggling towards destruction Must I break everything? Mind, body, soul Blind strangers stare at me, Pointing to endless roads Map of sorrows and delights Selling the secrets to grounded flights. With conscience Blindfolded, I sell my soul To kill the meekest pure soul....

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