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"content": "It's been a while since the last time I turned on the radio, <br />the last thing I remembered about this radio is the waltz that it played right before the clock strikes twelve,<br />I used to dance till dawn to the midnight waltz, <br />but now I can dance no longer, <br />for it all was just a memories of an unhappy ghost.<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"content": "It's been a while since the last time I turned on the radio, \nthe last thing I remembered about this radio is the waltz that it played right before the clock strikes twelve,\nI used to dance till dawn to the midnight waltz, \nbut now I can dance no longer, \nfor it all was just a memories of an unhappy ghost.\n#poetry",
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"content": "\"My longing, my lord is not the simplest sparkles of fairies in field of sun basking us for who dare looks at the fairies when there is the sun demanding to be seen from miles above? My wish will only come true if I don't tell a soul.\" She whispered, taking in the joy with the sorrow.<br /><br /> \"I will stop being a soul then. I will be nothing but a dust for the day.\" He smiled down at her.<br /><br />\"What?\" She looked up at him in puzzlement.<br /><br />\" Tell me all that you keep locked away and all that you want to happen for you thinking you are telling to the sun with no one overhearing. You said you won't tell a soul so as of this moment, I am not a soul. I am like the wind. You can feel me but you don't see me.\" And the smile he pulled out of her was all he wished. Pity she didn't ask to tell her his.",
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"published": "2022-01-20T09:32:26+00:00",
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"content": "\"My longing, my lord is not the simplest sparkles of fairies in field of sun basking us for who dare looks at the fairies when there is the sun demanding to be seen from miles above? My wish will only come true if I don't tell a soul.\" She whispered, taking in the joy with the sorrow.\n\n \"I will stop being a soul then. I will be nothing but a dust for the day.\" He smiled down at her.\n\n\"What?\" She looked up at him in puzzlement.\n\n\" Tell me all that you keep locked away and all that you want to happen for you thinking you are telling to the sun with no one overhearing. You said you won't tell a soul so as of this moment, I am not a soul. I am like the wind. You can feel me but you don't see me.\" And the smile he pulled out of her was all he wished. Pity she didn't ask to tell her his.",
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"content": "A+ Grade<br /><br />She was an intelligent girl,<br />She enjoyed learning new things,<br />So you wanted her to excel in studies,<br />Stating that this would result in her good being.<br /><br />She toiled hard to be the best,<br />As you were never satisfied by her grades,<br />You replaced her toys, drawings<br />And novels with heavy books,<br />Ceasing the joy of her childhood days.<br /><br />She grew up as a bookworm,<br />Who studied all day long,<br />So everyone expected her to be smart,<br />And her answers to be never wrong.<br /><br />Soon she was exhausted,<br />Hiding behind perfect student mask,<br />and her grades started to deplete,<br />Her health was ailing,<br />But her poor academic performance<br />Is what you could see.<br /><br />She was stressed about your expectations,<br />And that she couldn't be the best again,<br />But you failed to realise <br />That the A+ in her marksheet <br />Couldn't heal her slit vein.",
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"published": "2022-01-20T09:32:04+00:00",
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"content": "A+ Grade\n\nShe was an intelligent girl,\nShe enjoyed learning new things,\nSo you wanted her to excel in studies,\nStating that this would result in her good being.\n\nShe toiled hard to be the best,\nAs you were never satisfied by her grades,\nYou replaced her toys, drawings\nAnd novels with heavy books,\nCeasing the joy of her childhood days.\n\nShe grew up as a bookworm,\nWho studied all day long,\nSo everyone expected her to be smart,\nAnd her answers to be never wrong.\n\nSoon she was exhausted,\nHiding behind perfect student mask,\nand her grades started to deplete,\nHer health was ailing,\nBut her poor academic performance\nIs what you could see.\n\nShe was stressed about your expectations,\nAnd that she couldn't be the best again,\nBut you failed to realise \nThat the A+ in her marksheet \nCouldn't heal her slit vein.",
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"content": "The story that is old, too many times have been told.<br /><br />Of pain and joy, of sorrows and smiles, of fears and pleasures.<br />It's screamed and sung, chanted and mourned, whispered and cried,<br /><br />By way too many.<br /><br />And yet here you are telling it one more time, as do other countless souls, to the few who listen.<br /><br />For the torn lips to find a listening heart, Amen.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"published": "2022-01-19T06:42:27+00:00",
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"content": "The story that is old, too many times have been told.\n\nOf pain and joy, of sorrows and smiles, of fears and pleasures.\nIt's screamed and sung, chanted and mourned, whispered and cried,\n\nBy way too many.\n\nAnd yet here you are telling it one more time, as do other countless souls, to the few who listen.\n\nFor the torn lips to find a listening heart, Amen.\n\n#poetry",
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"content": "I feel jealous,<br />I feel weak and lost.<br />Sometimes it's like my heart sinks in,<br />I Wanna go away but at the same time, you're all I want.<br /><br />I know I'm thinking too much,<br />I know it's nothing like that.<br />I try to control my emotions,<br />But I lose every time so bad.<br /><br />I know you love me,<br />I know you care for me as well.<br />I trust you but can't let someone be close to you,<br />Cause I love you like hell!!<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1330062611391188996",
"published": "2022-01-18T06:33:57+00:00",
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"content": "I feel jealous,\nI feel weak and lost.\nSometimes it's like my heart sinks in,\nI Wanna go away but at the same time, you're all I want.\n\nI know I'm thinking too much,\nI know it's nothing like that.\nI try to control my emotions,\nBut I lose every time so bad.\n\nI know you love me,\nI know you care for me as well.\nI trust you but can't let someone be close to you,\nCause I love you like hell!!\n\n#poetry",
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"content": "Something About The Sky <br /><br /><br /><br />The sky speaks without words,<br />Messages that warm my heart.<br />It never ceases to amaze me,<br />Like a timeless work of art.<br /><br />How it stretches far and wide,<br />With neither beginning nor end.<br />A fingerprint of the Creator,<br />Far more than I can comprehend.<br /><br />It assures me of His blessings,<br />In its marvelous way of adorning<br />Each day with the sunrise -<br />That they're new every morning.<br /><br />Happy times are understood<br />By the radiant hues in the sky.<br />Rain drops from darker shades convey<br />That sometimes it's okay to cry.<br /><br />Now and then in broad daylight,<br />The beauty a rainbow will afford,<br />Affirms how great it is I'm loved,<br />By He who always keeps His word...<br /><br />The One who sets the stars in space<br />And calls them each by name;<br />The One who set me here by design<br />And upholds me just the same.<br /><br />What more is needed to show<br />The sovereignty of the Most High?<br />I find enough each time I spare<br />A lingering gaze at the sky.<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetr\" title=\"#poetr\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetr</a>",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1329700687835041796",
"published": "2022-01-17T06:35:48+00:00",
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"content": "Something About The Sky \n\n\n\nThe sky speaks without words,\nMessages that warm my heart.\nIt never ceases to amaze me,\nLike a timeless work of art.\n\nHow it stretches far and wide,\nWith neither beginning nor end.\nA fingerprint of the Creator,\nFar more than I can comprehend.\n\nIt assures me of His blessings,\nIn its marvelous way of adorning\nEach day with the sunrise -\nThat they're new every morning.\n\nHappy times are understood\nBy the radiant hues in the sky.\nRain drops from darker shades convey\nThat sometimes it's okay to cry.\n\nNow and then in broad daylight,\nThe beauty a rainbow will afford,\nAffirms how great it is I'm loved,\nBy He who always keeps His word...\n\nThe One who sets the stars in space\nAnd calls them each by name;\nThe One who set me here by design\nAnd upholds me just the same.\n\nWhat more is needed to show\nThe sovereignty of the Most High?\nI find enough each time I spare\nA lingering gaze at the sky.\n#poetr",
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"content": "Every Day Poems:<br />MADHOUSE<br /><br />My mind is a madhouse of nasty notions,<br />Which does not have any cure or potion.<br /><br />The witches and witchers are strangled,<br />By the power named imagination.<br /><br />F*ked is my Insight,<br />For those who believe in the twilight.<br /><br />My heart aches,<br />For those who wish fairytales.<br /><br />I'm out of verse,<br />Just spells to curse.<br /><br />Flowers for the dead,<br />Thin is the life's thread.<br /><br />Don't believe in ghosts,<br />Just 'cause we pray a lot.<br /><br />The swirl of these notions never end,<br />Which are not easily penned.<br /><br />Here I stop,<br />Before I write another pop.<br /><br />- ether<br /><br />People with a narrow or fearful attitude have a self sabotaging dynamic. They make others feel the same negative emotion that dominates their attitude, which helps confirm their belief about people. They don't see the role their own actions play, they instigate negative responses",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1329362827755917313",
"published": "2022-01-16T08:13:16+00:00",
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"content": "Every Day Poems:\nMADHOUSE\n\nMy mind is a madhouse of nasty notions,\nWhich does not have any cure or potion.\n\nThe witches and witchers are strangled,\nBy the power named imagination.\n\nF*ked is my Insight,\nFor those who believe in the twilight.\n\nMy heart aches,\nFor those who wish fairytales.\n\nI'm out of verse,\nJust spells to curse.\n\nFlowers for the dead,\nThin is the life's thread.\n\nDon't believe in ghosts,\nJust 'cause we pray a lot.\n\nThe swirl of these notions never end,\nWhich are not easily penned.\n\nHere I stop,\nBefore I write another pop.\n\n- ether\n\nPeople with a narrow or fearful attitude have a self sabotaging dynamic. They make others feel the same negative emotion that dominates their attitude, which helps confirm their belief about people. They don't see the role their own actions play, they instigate negative responses",
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"content": "Say you'll remember me when there is barely the piece of ribbon I once wore was all that dwelled,<br /><br />Say you'll recall just how I suffered from fake smiles and promises once I passed away,<br /><br />Say you'll smile as soon as you found my favorite novel under my pillow was the only part of me that remained,<br /><br />Say you'll shove the bad memories at the back of your mind the minute I fade away.<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"published": "2022-01-15T06:20:13+00:00",
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"content": "Say you'll remember me when there is barely the piece of ribbon I once wore was all that dwelled,\n\nSay you'll recall just how I suffered from fake smiles and promises once I passed away,\n\nSay you'll smile as soon as you found my favorite novel under my pillow was the only part of me that remained,\n\nSay you'll shove the bad memories at the back of your mind the minute I fade away.\n#poetry",
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"content": "Words woven ever so eloquently, as to appear of standard. To stand in front of this reflection you deeply want to admire, so others can admire it too. To breath the smoke of a half dead cigarette thinking why you succumbed to the urges, a slave to impulse. As the pause between day and night comes to and end and you're making your way, one foot then another, teeter totter; to school <br /> to work <br />Then repeat routine; to then yearn for impulse, to remember the horrible aroma of banal existence that you just came from with fondness. The clock swinged alas and the day's over, back you go, to your comforting furniture that sits soaking guilt, to the distractions from your distractions, to the new old wave of thought that drowns you for the fist time, again. you're back, to the place you wanted to be in just earlier. Back from the place you'll be back from tomorrow.<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1328603980896407568",
"published": "2022-01-14T05:57:52+00:00",
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"content": "Words woven ever so eloquently, as to appear of standard. To stand in front of this reflection you deeply want to admire, so others can admire it too. To breath the smoke of a half dead cigarette thinking why you succumbed to the urges, a slave to impulse. As the pause between day and night comes to and end and you're making your way, one foot then another, teeter totter; to school \n to work \nThen repeat routine; to then yearn for impulse, to remember the horrible aroma of banal existence that you just came from with fondness. The clock swinged alas and the day's over, back you go, to your comforting furniture that sits soaking guilt, to the distractions from your distractions, to the new old wave of thought that drowns you for the fist time, again. you're back, to the place you wanted to be in just earlier. Back from the place you'll be back from tomorrow.\n#poetry",
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"content": "\"You call me a beast, with loathe seeping out of your gritted teeth and torn lips. <br /><br />You call me a maniac, with fear breaking your throat and mortifying your tongue.<br /><br />But what about you, what names have you earned for yourself, hmm?\"<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"published": "2022-01-13T04:03:59+00:00",
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"content": "\"You call me a beast, with loathe seeping out of your gritted teeth and torn lips. \n\nYou call me a maniac, with fear breaking your throat and mortifying your tongue.\n\nBut what about you, what names have you earned for yourself, hmm?\"\n\n#poetry",
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"content": "Writers don't write for money,<br />Neither do they write for fame.<br />It's not the best they crave,<br />It's the path of their truth their words pave.<br /><br />Artists don't paint for economy,<br />They draw to make people happy,<br />It's not the colours they need,<br />It's the imagination they do.<br /><br />Despite making it appear easy,<br />An artist pours in everything,<br />To complete just one masterpiece.<br /><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=poetry\" title=\"#poetry\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#poetry</a>",
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"published": "2022-01-11T08:15:42+00:00",
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"content": "Writers don't write for money,\nNeither do they write for fame.\nIt's not the best they crave,\nIt's the path of their truth their words pave.\n\nArtists don't paint for economy,\nThey draw to make people happy,\nIt's not the colours they need,\nIt's the imagination they do.\n\nDespite making it appear easy,\nAn artist pours in everything,\nTo complete just one masterpiece.\n\n\n#poetry",
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