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sarah s Jun 2017
im a lot like kurt cobain
when i am done writing something that seemed beautiful as i formed it
i begin to really depsise it
i am a lot like kurt cobain
overly humble, a bit too sensual
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i speak loudly but i talk slowly
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i am mild, and peaceful
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i dont have a gun
i was inspired to write this when listening to "come as you are"
Hollow May 2017
Laying here thinking. It's time to get stitching. Too many holes in my soul to be keeping. No way to reduce the abuse of this world. Oh my god. What's gone wrong? this can't be the fate of our lives. Written on the whispers of all of our hate. Together in spirit but too far away. [this can't be pretend] When days come together and nights come to an end. We'll stare at the stars and dance with the sun. Hoping to never lose what we once saw. Hope of the ages. Hope from the wages. Getting to the top is never a simple hop. Too much of that **** and you'll end up unhitched. Dead in a coffin. Don't worry they're just coughing. too many tears and uncleared checks to put you out on top deck. Born in the butter. Gone with the gutter. Humble the hearts of the people who stumble. Struggle here now. Strengthen here now. Each stone getting lighter than the previous one now. Look down the cliff and notice who you forgot. Pull their cables up and never let 'em drop.
Another old piece. Not too sure about it.
Dhaara T Apr 2017
Little square boxes
Keiseki, kei cars, saiku
A gigantic heart
Wordsinalign Apr 2017
Standing alone in the courtyard, there she stands swaying in the humid breeze, a yard in the open she is a humble to fragrant Plumeria trees. Oh how I loved the wind before he took you from me, tell me it was all false and stay awhile is my only plea.
You did a swirl and you twirled in white and yellow, only to turn me into a sad old fellow!

Well I’ve waited for twenty years my love, clinging to your hopeless memory, of how there was a day that came where you couldn’t remember me.
Under the vaulted sky
The grass below, my soul, and I
For no one knows the inner workings there
My heart exposed, laid bare
How oft they mock and stare
Yet know not what they see
For only I truly understand what is me
And the painted vail beyond my gaze
The sun set high in morning blaze
Soak my soul with warming rays
Humbled now and always
NURUL AMALIA Mar 2017
the leaves never get angry to the wind even making them fall
the ground always humble even the rain pouring the water on it







NA.
Joshua Penrod Feb 2017
Every great Leader
Was once a humble Student

"Humble Beginnings" -JP
Wendell A Brown Jan 2017
Your living words are life to me
They provide the air I daily breathe
They are the bliss filling my heart
The eternal love of which I dream

Oh Lord, you are my truest treasure
The song my heart daily seeks to sing
My love exists to praise you only
For the happiness your spirit brings

I shall never look away from you
Nor your love will I ever forsake
In your shadow, I will walk gladly
With each step in life, I daily take

The whole of me will humbly serve you
Each day my soul is allowed to live
And I will never forget your blessing
When you spoke the words...I forgive.
A relationship with God is needed to bring peace and spiritual nourishment in ones life!
A humble man people say I am
And indeed in life I may be
But in my dreams greatness radiates from me

When I’m feeling good I unite countries
clothe the poor, feed the hungry
fame is my destiny

When I’m feeling down I’m a beastly terror
I chase after cops and do unspeakable horrors
And I always win wars

But that’s just my dreams
Humble old Paul
That’s what I’m known for
Brett Palmero Jan 2017
I am no one

There is nothing special
About those before me
Their lives not crucial
To life's grand scheme

I will not inherit money
That is of notable size
Humble was my family
Nothing left for surprise

There is no fate or destiny
That makes me important
To help nurture society
My life had no intent

I am just an average person
No secrets waiting in store
What I know to be certain
I am me and nothing more

This means no path is set
Whatever I choose to do
All the challenges I've met
Is truly mine through and through

All I may accomplish alone
Whatever I may become
I can truly call my own
And really go from no one

To someone
I got the inspiration for this poem from a comic strip with a boy and his dying mother. If anyone knows the comic, please PM, so I can give credit where credit is due.
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