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Lala Merx Poem
*It was you who
........Ruined everything
*I miss
....... My old life
*The peacefulness
........Before you brought chaos
*When i was with you
........Everyday was torture
*Everything was different
........The way the darkness consumed
*My lovely days, the way
........The wretchedness of
*your laugh makes me
........Vomit. Those days i could still
*Giggle freely, forget the world and have fun
.........Are now gone
*You stole my
........Freedom and
*My heart
........ You deprived me of justice
*I hope
........You die, along with
*Your love for me
........ I don't believe that this loneliness
*Is never ending
(Now read only the lines with an asterisk *)
~~This is just another feeble attempt. Similar to my previous poem "It was only me"
A bit more sunnier
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It's absurd to think we're surrounded by love
Children shed tears, malnourished and maltreated,
Men go to war, fight, and die without justice,
Women are dejected by society, bounded by clothes of a prostitute.
It's absurd to think we even have laws
Murderer at every corner, masked by innocent skin,
Debauchery spearheaded by the government,
Unblemished souls sat quietly at their cage.
It's absurd to think that legacies will last forever.
While memories fade, people forget,
Papers scorched by fire, books damped by rain,
My voice last only to be an echo, then into oblivion.
It's absurd to think of what is true
If we believe only what's naked to the eye,
Or refuse to believe at all, taking refuge,
In nightmares and dreams, in hallucinations and illusions.
It’s absurd to think that everything is impossible
When black and white are already a color,
When only paper flowers are given between lovers,
When children burden everyday labor, and adults, their leisure.
It’s absurd to think of tangible dreams
When these dreams are achieved with only temporary dreams,
When life is here, death will come, and in the end
We’ll wake walking through pavements of broken dreams
It's absurd to think the idea of normal and success
If fools believe they're wise, and the wise, a fool
When success uses blood as money and flesh as steppingstones
Drench in our natural insanity. I truly believe in absurdism
~~ Sorry for this, I feel like that it's still so incomplete.
And that it's too.....WORDY
Guys, I'm 14
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Lala Merx Poem
Swimming happily
The birds singing in the sky
their song of freedom
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When you stand in the rain
And everything comes crushing down
Give a penny for your thought
Leave a space for your heart
And everything comes crushing down
Insanity, sorrow, agony, pain
Leave a space in your heart
Save a place for peace and clarity
Insanity, sorrow, agony, pain
Give a penny for your thoughts
Save a place for peace and clarity
When you stand in the rain
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Our flaws include that "Love is to die for",
And the promise of death wills us to live with much galore,
with the common era pursuing common errors,
we chase the hypocrisy of love, life and death more.
Our faults include to be kind, only to the kind,
and betray benevolence to the profane,
like feeding nothing to poverty,
and nourishing the wealthy with more money.
Liberty, peace, truth and justice,
bind into the book of the rule of law.
Upon they swore to destroy buildings that casts shadows
with crossed fingers, then they cast shadows of their own.
Sought since the start of time is perfection,
changing human defects with gradual intervention
with the loose bolts and screws of reasoning,
probing the heart's abstruse cords and circuits.
Trying to remedy the faults,
hiding the dents of human judgement,
draining the wires off of creativity,
Born from human error is the robotics of the contemporary.
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A pen’s handwriting
inking though out the pages
telling a story
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And I closed my eyes.
In that meadow by the cliff, where a single tree stood, there just a little far away from the cliff, whose roots tightly grip the ground, a boy of about 14 stood. Facing the cloudless sky, eyes mesmerized by its beauty. Not even noticing that i have always, always been looking, watching him here from behind this tree. He took a step forward, and another, one foot after the other, now nearer to the edge with every step.
The sky has turned its curtains to a beautiful autumn color, showering this mellow meadow a pretty golden color, his pale face catching some of the lights of this shower. His beautiful deep ocean-blue eyes, which are even more romantic than this meadow scenario, are now shut, hiding their beauty.
Still making his way towards the tip of the cliff, I gathered up every ounce of my courage, got out of my safe haven, and followed him. Advancing quietly, like a shadow is brought to life by that lovely sunshine. Walking, quietly walking, and closing in the gap that has forever separated us.
The edge. There he stopped. As if he knew that the piece of gravel below him is only enough to support him. As if he noticing and rejecting the voices from the valley below, calling, enticing him to jump and fall into its dark and deep abyss. But there, at the tip, he stopped, and I behind him, heart and mind racing against each other.
And there behind him, I try to absorb everything there was to absorb: His brown hair, his broad shoulder, tall body, unblemished white skin, his sweet aroma drifting with the gentle breeze, the rhythm of his breathing, and the fact that I was just this small, unnoticeable creature behind him. I was always, always been watching him from behind, only having to get a glimpse of his beautiful, yet sad face once.
His face. That round face, pointed noise, flawless white skin, and that red lips which might not have laughed nor smiled once. That was the face I saw once when he came to rest at the big tree’s shade, in which, even I, tried to seek its cloak that erase every evidence that I was ever there, that I was even wandering this lonely earth, that there was another being besides him, indulging in the luxury the lovely meadow has to offer.
There at the tip of the cliff, eyes closed, arms wide open, welcoming the gentle breeze, facing the dark valley below, he just stood there.
And I open my eyes to the light of reality. The dream forever remembered.
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Our story echoes
Written all over a book
Inked throughout the pages
Depicted in the lullabies
Written all over a book
Indelible fragile secrets
Depicted in lullabies
Harmony of yin and yang
Indelible fragile secrets
Inked throughout the pages
Harmony of yin and yang
Our story echoes
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Lala Merx Poem
Paper planes shoot across the sky
Riding the gentle breeze
Always missing the eye
Above the city of lights
Riding the gentle breeze
To all things lost on earth
Above the city of lights
Below the city of stars
To all things lost on earth
Always missing the eye
Below the city of stars
Paper planes shoot across the sky
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First came the light spark
Then came the catching of fire
Set our love ablaze
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