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The most powerful and inspiring poem you'll ever see

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Do you write poetry?

The reality

We were wet for them

We were wed to them

We had fallen

We loved the cat’s eyes

We were the cat’s eyes

Livid living luminescent

Shadows of our childhood

Our fairy tales were lost and dried up

With our new, better, man-made tears

I tried to cry for mine back

But they were no longer the sound of lies ripping

They were no longer we

But I

Felt no longer a feeling but red ink

Fleeting from my tipsy finger tips

I no longer lingered for peace

Or longed for magic

I was comfortable to a degree

I felt safe in my masters’ hands

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mTV

Bum glued to the couch

Eyes fixated on the screen

From dusk till dawn

I watch the fantasized happy endings to the fantasized story lines

I recognise them to be lies

Yet somehow I can’t help but wish that their lives were mine

What if I told you that the TV is watching you

That that fixation is what’s breaking you

Every pupil dilation, a pill diluting

Dulling, deluding and looting your senses

What if I told you

Every reboot is a new solder to the network

What if I told you

Every reboot is a new soldier to the net worth

Would you believe me

Would I have your undivided attention

Or would you just subtract this ad

In the midst of my reality

There’s always hope

That someday

These fantasies will merge with my reality

And one day

I too will be Cinderella

To be rescued by her prince charming

Except that the twist in the plot

Will be that I do not have an evil step sister

Or an evil step mother

Standing in the way of my royal destiny

Miss this destiny is amiss, you’ve missed

The truth amidst this ruthless food for thought

It’s just

Your purity has left you toothless in this wild place

Miss your destiny has been misplaced

You’ve slipped on the glass slipper

They, behind the glass, slip her

Ideas of prince charmings

And relation ships sailing grape Fanta seas

Yet she’s the one who drinks these spiked fantasies

Now she longs for a purple wedding

In a game of souls

Miss this destiny is not yours

Still

I sit glued to this screen

That stops me from imagining

But encourages me to keep watching

Though it watches you

Flipping from channel to channel

Moving from couch to couch

Remotely controlled

Till I find the right one

The worst one

With the right sitting position and the perfect channel

It’s the perfect crime

Make the victim rob herself

I shut the world out and become absorbed

In the world that doesn’t really exist

Yet some of these movies are based on true stories

Seeming so real

Yet lacking the aspect of being genuine

Nonetheless

I watch attentively

Aligning my emotions

With fictitious characters

I identify to be me

In no time I lose what is real

And what is not

Base my decisions on fictitious reasons

Feel content with content

Not so well done

Just media rare

A fairly unfair affair

Cheating with death

At the cost of mere age

Watching my time get a-wristed

Like a good belt gone to waste

Miss what TV shows is a lie

Incapable of being culpable

You can upgrade to HD

But you will still fail to see TV’s true colours

Instead of selling your thoughts for common cents

Break free of this TV-mind-set and find your own purse-pective

Common sense hasn’t been common since we felt fool filled by this empty-V

Let this be a public relay

Message

Live

Go outside

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Bullet Riddle

At first glance she was just an empty glass

Our class figured hour glass figures can’t be touched

They are shattered dreams

Though our classy figure would outlast our cluster phobic thoughts

With lust

Our eyes couldn’t hold more than just her beauty at a time

At second glance

Ours was minute

Eyes couldn’t digest what the first minute made

Our hour glass figure's vigour

Was now drowning in cheap liquor

Like her thoughts

He figured he could linger

Long enough for her to wrap around his finger

He then, tipsy , let the shots trigger

His wits jaded

Pupils dilated

Heart a slave to his sleeve and her chastity

He left us this gorilla in a suit

It was love at first blackout

And she went back into beautiful

…

“What happened last night?”

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PlayPlay

Man is clever

Love is his lever

Age never too old to buy more time

Woman is a wonder

Over is under

Mining the hold she has over you

Tongue is a twister

Love is a mister

Reason no one ever uses logic

Human is art

Time and apart

Meant to stitch together the fabric of hearts

Man is clever

Love is his

Leverage never too old to buy more time

Woman is a wonder

Ovaries

Undermining the hold she has over you

Tongue is a twister

Love is a mystery

Son no one ever uses logic

Human is art

Time an apartment

To stitch to gather the fabric of hearts

Love is the game and time is the token

Love is the name and heart is what is spoken

-vesel

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Liqour Store Blues (Feat. Damian Marley)

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so I ain't got a thing to lose

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i ‘mortal

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Infatuation Miss Red

We frolic like tectonics like this

Piece begins with ending Playing with words like lovers whispers with sips of wisdom from inexperienced mouths This piece which in hindsight I wouldn't write if I didn't wrong her These pieces of broken heart swept off the floor lest they sweep us off our feet and Pierce our souls Though... I must be misinformed I was under the impression of first Eaten by thirst Bursting with Hershey's butterflies In eyes like hers where smiles aren't enough and thoughts have no mind to hide behind Enslaved in love caves in rib cages where heart gauges read red

Not that of blood So in love that I fit the stereotype She sang off my keys Opened doors in my mind But the key to her heart felt locked

All I saw were seas of sky from my cloud 9

Eyes tired of walking on her body

All I saw was someone else's girl next door ' I like you ' ' I miss you ' ' I love you ' These are things I never heard because I was too busy listening

Chasing these kinds of thoughts and hearing these tiny things wisps whisper ' don't trust her ' ' she'll hurt you ' ' she's dangerous ' She was misinformed She saw everything I saw her as Not true, because she's the one who blinded me Between me and her Love letters with hearts content but without minds consent ever sent We did things without thinking actions had adverse effects

That love has heart's worst defects

That lovers put up fences That put up faces That put up with each other’s false pretences We lived outside this utopian nightmare This reality was our dis-pair We reached an impasse And simply agreed to disagree On matters of the latter Written in invisible ink But visible to clinically love sick lovers sick of love Infatuation misread: ' every now and then I look when you're not looking I contemplate upon temptation and fantasy Not that of lust but that of lasting thought I dare not think these things of ill sort I blame you temptress You could argue my fantasy is not of ill sort with you... It consists of love and those things Though inconsistent with logic You let my mind frolic

Call it blissfully Oh but the things we do! (In my head ) They are satisfying

Out of bounds of marriage

But bound by mirage of perfection and visage

My motions bind notions to conclusions My answers play peeper My questions dig deeper They just burrow and burrow Do I even lift The wait off my shoulders? Or do I lie in wait as we lie and weights shift? (And frolic like tectonic plates, regardless of the gravities engraved)

-vesel

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