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portionpills · 2 years

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This regions, we remain an army.

Safe legions, we're under- amour.

I'm careful but you're not even dangerous,

I'm cunning but you stay humorous?.

I count my blessings, and it's numerous.

Lord, Lord, Lord. Lord, Lord, Lord.

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I know you listen,

I have no haste.

I only stand by the truth.

-Hamptons

#poem.of.madness #poetry #writers

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portionpills · 2 years

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Partitioning for portions,

Your powerful, striking rations,

Lurking up through my city,

what a mockery, Lowkey,

It's a raw key.

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I wrote on the pedway,

Yes, I stay heavy on the highway.

So deep, it's Pillow talking,

Pep talking, Longer than park-walking.

But she say, it don't matter,

Long as we stay put on the data.

_Hamptons

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portionpills · 2 years

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let's talk about the moon,

Cause we heading noon,

You lovers ain't movers,

You only hoover, on them covers,

Maneuvering like alligators.

This one here got no elevators,

We're here and we're no traitors.

/-Hamptons

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portionpills · 2 years

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These crimes are my dues.

Your karma got no clues,

But here we are again on the loose,

it's your designer, He a shoe shiner,

Dolce & Gabbana, He a leaner.

Your second runners, Not a minor,

She a killer, Not a sinner.

Shredded grips, you devoured,

Too sane for her endeavors,

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Its' your mundane,

You sip a little, we damned.

No, it's doomed. its scary,

Not your usual wary,

But don't be scared,

I won't be scarred.

_Hamptons

#poetry #poem.of.madness #writers #illustration

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portionpills · 3 years

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I know I said I’m strong but I only mentioned it to see if you’d tell me otherwise, part of me wishes you would hold me tighter, showing me how it’s okay to not be okay.

I get it, I run away when things start to make less sense, but how do you expect me to believe, I could do something out of love, but you couldn’t fathom a thing about love? You teach me how it’s good to be positive but then come around and call me a hypocrite, for despising the truth about your ways. A betrayer for seeing the delusions in your words.

You make me angry, make me call you names, but that’s my reality to you. right? You say I don’t keep my words, but when have you ever showed up to meet yours? All the promises you kept telling me, you turned them into ghost-mares. I know everyone is messed up in some way but love wasn’t supposed to make me, question if I was ever enough for you. Love was meant to be easy for the soul. Love was supposed to mend our hearts.

I tried for love, but you couldn’t see through past my tired eyes. You’ve always been less or more possessive but most of all aggressively kind. You don’t know a thing about love but you say you love me more. Sometimes it does feel like you don’t want to notice me at all. You make me jump into hoops, making me wanna ask God, why everything I love turns into dust. ~Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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Echoes of your voice everywhere,

time after time, scented love my dear,

you’re beautiful in every kind of way.

I’m so in love with you but this love,

I know you know somewhere,

your grip on my waist,

Boy, you do, you do,

you do give me something more than a love.

~Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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Secrets,

I used to hide by the door with black armbands,

I laughed a lot over a couple of nothings,

I used to go around my town with tattoos on my neck baby!

I traveled a lot with a couple of strangers,

But one night, by the hours, I stumbled on him,

Big puppy eyes and Saint John albums,

He wasn’t like them,

He was momentous,

Something more, Something deeper,

He’d say, girls like me deserved only the best,

But I wish he knew more,

He’d say, girls like me deserve a happy ending,

I think I know why,

He told me to Hold on a little,

He said, it only gets better from here,

I think I know why,

Cause I’m better now my love.

Better at keeping secrets,

Giving water to the skeletons on a vacation

somewhere in my closet,

Giving off in conversation

But nothing more than decoys away from self,

Am selfless,

In a sense that I talk bout my self less,

I say stories of my past in third persona,

Like my memories are just from a movie

I watched the other day

A movie that I remember though I didn’t like it as much

So my selective amnesia only allows to share a few scenes from my favorite parts.

But secrets, we live to hide in secrets.

Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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“Can I indulge myself in your heartbreaking eyes? In your childlike eyes, brown like September’s fall. I fall for you and the forgiveness in your eyes. Gosh, I can build an empire with the love I have for you. But I spend all of my riches on you and your eyes. Bambi eyes. The way you look at me like the world is ending. Like I have ended it for you. Love spills out of your eyes, and I curl my hands to catch every drop of it. I am corrupt by your love, by the you way make me go for you. I am hungry for your eyes, when I upset you, they turn bronze and they take revenge on my soul. When your eyes are not on my body, I am not a woman. Your brown eyes maintain my colourful eyes moral. And I am so thankfully in love with that.”

— Your Brown Eyes by Royla Asghar

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portionpills · 3 years

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“She had eyes full of dead dreams and the heart of a wild horse. She had summers dying on her, and her skin was unforgivable. Addictable. You loved her, and she would leave you for a plane ticket. Caramel hair, vanilla smell and she laughed like a child, and her accent was delicious, you could taste it every time she kissed you. You fall in love with her while walking on the beach, you asked about her tattooes while taking off her red dress in the ocean. She took all your money, calling her mamacita, knowing she would leave you broke with a broken heart. You had visions of her moving her body, every men tried to take her away from you. They offered her cigarettes and dreams. They would leave their wives for her, and she’d pray for them when they cried for her. You last saw her on the Columbian beaches, in all her youth, in that dress, with all her beauty. You named her Rosalina, when she left you. You called her Rosie, when you thought she loved you.”

— Rosalina “Rosie” by Royla Asghar

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portionpills · 3 years

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“Age 17 is fragile and dirty, weak and beautiful, full of promises and cussing, and bad eyes, and love is a fucking sociopath at seventeen. And at 17 I threw my friends away like cigarettes, and I cried for the wrong man, and I missed an old friend, an old lover, he was still handsome, months later , after I left him, he was still beautiful. And he still made my eyes sing. And I was hunted by divorces when I needed to be haunted by my bad grades, I settled for less power, when I am known to be very dominant. Horrific, I am known to be a woman of thousands. At 18, I made a comeback. I cracked the scene, I’ve said my prayers. I’ve fell in love, with an old friend. I pinned him up against the wall, I told him: Now I know, I know wildness. I want to built a nest in your belly, I want to be the bird giving birth. Cause darling, for you I explode in feathers.”

— Seventeen: The Age Of Agony by Royla Asghar

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portionpills · 3 years

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I love being kind,

it kind of confuses people,

I’d get all kinds of characters,

like the ones who perceive me as a threat,

they can’t tell whether I’m genuine “kind”

or a master of manipulation.

Or the second types,

the broken ones,

they’re always feel certain,

I’m a portion of both worlds,

Partly innocent and partly deceitful.

They would make up their own theories,

to support their delusions of summary,

over their perspectives on me.

They can never tell when the difference,

If I’m being kind out of bravery and empathy.

The worst ones are the most hurt though,

Because they stay the most confused,

they’re usually not sure about anything.

They’re not sure if I’m playing games or not,

But the normal ones just run away from me,

To as far away as possible,

I like it though,

because I’m not a fun of basics anyway,

last but not least are the best ones,

the ones who look into my eyes,

and give in to all of my energies,

expecting to take in the worst of me before anything.

I tend to fall in love with the these ones,

for their bravery.

~Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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Times don’t heal wounds,

but yet time is everything that moves,

Time is what heals us,

By tearing us apart.

By skinning our thoughts for a change.

Time is nothing but a beautiful lie my love,

It goes out with the speed of light,

An hourly interval,

One timeless experience,

And I trust so blindly,

It’s a viscous survival,

To shut the world around me,

To leave everything behind.

I want to be enough for myself.

I want them to know it,

I’ll always be enough for myself,

Till the end, on my own,

Happily ever after,

If ever need be.~Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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Dear diary,

Today was great,

No, I think it was cool,

Or maybe somehow warm,

Just everything you could feel.

I’ve learnt something about love today,

Something about passion and romance.

Something about dark sacrifices.

I have been infatuated,

It’s okay, Because I don’t have to worry,

Because I’ve learnt how to stop now.

How to change the channels and block energies,

I think it’s amazing.

I’m learning so much,

And I’m Ioving it.

~Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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Gold hearts,

0ooh it’s gold hearts,

I look around for you,

Looking all streets for you,

Why you run so much?

Gold hearts,

0Ooh gold hearts,

Take my new bae alert,

It ain’t nothing alarming,

Snap a shot for me,

I’m trying to love you,

I wake up with your faces,

You be lying but I still love you,

I don’t want you lonely, you see,

Please show me something,

Tell me I’m something to you,

Say that I’m not just one of your delusions.

I fell in love with you, oh you don’t see,

How I’m trying so hard for you,

Put my boundaries for your leisure,

All them nights we woke up flying.

How you not know, I got love for you,

Why you don’t see,

Baby I’m gracious.

Try to listen for once.

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portionpills · 3 years

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The flickering lights on my sleeveless shirt and his sweet name drawn on my heart like the city of powers. Darling Our oceanic love was scattered throughout all the sources, like rose water for brown brides. Timeless unconditional love running in silence Somewhere behind the curtains. But despite of it all, I would still find him outside these walls waiting for me in china town. A sacred homeland placed right between our hearts, I would follow him with my days short and my nights pacing quickly, His palms and my poetic slams, We were the city of spells my love, the spells of love powered by their sight and by his light, Darling we were no different than a season of a lifetime and a hippie song. California and the Hamptons.

~Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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When I was on the reflection in her eyes

Evenings on that balcony,

Shared knowledge,

we both knew that smoke had to rise

But meetings are for more than drugs

Friends, really?

entangled in so much

But the labyrinth forms a beautiful maze

A maze

in which we move around trying to find ourselves

But questions outweigh the answers

But meetings are for more than drugs

Coz I find myself in the reflection in her eyes

Shared knowledge,

Mutual feelings,

I hope she finds the same, home, in my eyes

The ease with which we share smiles

The peace that we created in us

Pp

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portionpills · 3 years

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As time passed,

My tears faded away,

Such love I deserved,

Walking by beautifully,

Isn’t it amazing,

To know we only a touch away,

A helpless whisper apart,

I wish you knew,

It’s not supposed to be indifferent.

~Pp

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