ramble on
ramble on
ramble on
a last gasp; a gulp of one poor dream
This isn't what he had in mind when he hoped.
He didn't long for the illusion of his dream;
he longed for hearts to be true
hearts to love and hearts to be but,
woe is the dream that finds it's death in
Reality.
When someone comes along and makes loving to hate fashionably reasonable
to once again display and say...
Oh, how great is hope dead that way.
He+Art=Heart
Shallow is Hate.
Shallow is your hate that shall lay me low:
Shallow is the way of hate's say and this is where our dead lay
in hates shallow way.
Loved, we all are by someone
it could've been safe to say until we learned
we can read.
We all have known each of us do bleed; we read:
there's no seed
for hope
among the lies of
humans dispersing
the rights to
humanity.
nonsense! let us die in our side-eye looks of mirrors' reflections
our choice to remain
the same
once upon all time,
no when, no win no won;
no one is still this poorly misunderstood
Reality you can hide from so far away; such a great distance is yours to play
my life
into the horrid sound of ground
I bid you all a fare-thee-well
me, Only Me, is soon to say
I told you so! "Reality is where dreams go to die."
And, peace is to be mine.
I was not worth your air.
Besides, you're at most a fleshly body to fear.
Sad is how little you see you to be "magesty".
I die with Love. For Love has layers of depths you've yet to touch, learn o acknoweledge:
It lives.
Poetry by Rielle Vobi
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Written on 2023-08-13 at 18:55
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ramble on
ramble on
Hope As Plain As Pain, Reality is Where Dreams Go To Die
Hope, they ask her as though humanity can give birth to tomorrowa last gasp; a gulp of one poor dream
This isn't what he had in mind when he hoped.
He didn't long for the illusion of his dream;
he longed for hearts to be true
hearts to love and hearts to be but,
woe is the dream that finds it's death in
Reality.
When someone comes along and makes loving to hate fashionably reasonable
to once again display and say...
Oh, how great is hope dead that way.
He+Art=Heart
Shallow is Hate.
Shallow is your hate that shall lay me low:
Shallow is the way of hate's say and this is where our dead lay
in hates shallow way.
Loved, we all are by someone
it could've been safe to say until we learned
we can read.
We all have known each of us do bleed; we read:
there's no seed
for hope
among the lies of
humans dispersing
the rights to
humanity.
nonsense! let us die in our side-eye looks of mirrors' reflections
our choice to remain
the same
once upon all time,
no when, no win no won;
no one is still this poorly misunderstood
Reality you can hide from so far away; such a great distance is yours to play
my life
into the horrid sound of ground
I bid you all a fare-thee-well
me, Only Me, is soon to say
I told you so! "Reality is where dreams go to die."
And, peace is to be mine.
I was not worth your air.
Besides, you're at most a fleshly body to fear.
Sad is how little you see you to be "magesty".
I die with Love. For Love has layers of depths you've yet to touch, learn o acknoweledge:
It lives.
Poetry by Rielle Vobi
Read 78 times
Written on 2023-08-13 at 18:55
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