clawdea benat

clawdea benat Poems

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I pay the dime that you spit
having me misunderstood for a long time
left out in the dark
while you are in the light
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i signaled my men
come come you're weary eye
wipe that tears from your hands
the storm will came, all the devils will die
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Reminiscing every heart of peace
I want to get back to that old clock
Has something strange that oranges can
Its just perceptions of a happy life
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Strangers on the east
Came from not the least
Stood a lightning thunder,
I sit in under
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I rarely come out from my closet
Would it took this far that it would heated?
My eyes were already crippled
Taken and unknown creatures has been living in here
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I see now the reality
we just don't own the weight of this world
live up and just be happy
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Is this or is this my last? I am hungry, hungry of an clear answer.
fate-where could i find my fate. Aha! Maybe it was already on an island and its waiting for me.
lastly but not just so sure.
Yes, we are but we àre not either.
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lift my head up to the sky
closing my eyes
rushing this question for an answer
veins keep still as blood flow vigorously
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The silence of the wind
the moving head of the chicken
hungry of the dog
in my grandpas's home
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Do you know what will be?
being easy to talk with me
saying things, assuming things
always a curiosity cat
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Something usual had happen
It has to happen cause that's the Hope,

My story has so many thorns of a roses
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Roses. An old woman i know has given me her roses she is selling.
And i was emotionally crying, my tears came out w/out telling.
That day suddenly i remembered something inspiring my friend nd my mentor.
Though even if it is all in the head. Still i am not bliss but blessed by the creator.
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What it's like in heaven?
I am a lost soul, swaying with the devil's curse
and then i heard a voice whispering in my head
''arose, arose, you filthy scumbag. i'm holding your breath and no one can take it away from me''
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Intense feeling, pressure rises
Riot in the heart, blocking the blood to pass
Snakes crawl everywhere, spread its venom
Could faith be lost?
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paranoia's breaking the rules inside my head
i creep. i crawl, i try to see, but everything in me just fall out
the streets are talking to me, the cars, these words i type. i got nowhere to hide. all eyes are on me, stressing me, distressing me, where i came from? my hands, cant see them crawling back to what life in me was,
i seeks heavens reasoning out,
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i woke up on my bed in the middle of the night
the state mind of my head caress me to fright
long night to settle in this journey
of nightmare and humorous sympathy
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The core value of a unicorn
Bliss is taken away by madness
Syndrome strikes,
Wandering away thy human spirit.
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Be happy always and no matter what

Another day is indeed, smile at it
A new day is coming, be happy to it.
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I lost all the hopes I had that you gave me.
I’m shrinking totally in a clouded dark sky.
Will you be there when everything got mess up?
I don’t know where I am I’m looking for an answer until now.
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clawdea benat Biography

call me claudge. im 23 years old. i love to write. and i aim to write a story.)

The Best Poem Of clawdea benat

Agony

I pay the dime that you spit
having me misunderstood for a long time
left out in the dark
while you are in the light
I was scared for what is right
was this is just wrong
I swear I kept my secret
I swear my hypothesis is perfect
but its not the other way in the end
would you let me now speak
for the sake of me
I want to be free
free for you
cause things change
and I never change
its crazy this is crazy
in this I see

clawdea benat Comments

Bharat Liberty 14 January 2015

i loved the way you expressed feelings sounds really happened

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Doris Cornago 20 December 2013

Hi Clawdea. I am glad to have known you through your poem. These are my favorite lines: this dark side that i kept fighting for so long that's just it, its all been there and has nothing to do with any other human Nobody can impose on you, or make you do things not comfortable or meaningful. A human being is complete all by himself/herself. I share this feeling, but also, that I need someone, and so must tell him, even if hopeless. I do not want to be bored with myself - it is best to be bored with somebody, and leave when boredom sets in. What if I get bored with myself? So, there, can you see the impracticality of having one's self for company all of the time? Can you tolerate mine? I would be most honored. Poetry is a good place to start a writing career. A story gets easier once you master the flow of emotions and rhythm of language. I suggest you try a story instead of a poem when the inspiration comes. I am a novelist before becoming a poet. You can see my first novel in amazon.com, The Spirit of Things, an outsourced piece.

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