AndersonLeviScott - Hello Poetry

I lived, and I loved You pushed, and shoved I tried my hardest to plead In your heart I planted a seed thinking you would treat it right but instead you threw it away that night Gave someone else your love Instead of me, you put him above With this pen and paper I write I still love you, day and night.

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC

AndersonLeviScott

Why?

I lived, and I loved You pushed, and shoved I tried my hardest to plead In your heart I planted a seed thinking you would treat it right but instead you threw it away that night Gave someone else your love Instead of me, you put him above With this pen and paper I write I still love you, day and night.

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Sometimes it’s hard for me To gather the strength Life is a race you see With incredible length Those that get left behind Ones that lose track of time Are the greatest in human kind People that choose apple over lime Sweet over sour They choose to enjoy Every second of every hour Build a life rather than destroy

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC

AndersonLeviScott

Human

Sometimes it’s hard for me To gather the strength Life is a race you see With incredible length Those that get left behind Ones that lose track of time Are the greatest in human kind People that choose apple over lime Sweet over sour They choose to enjoy Every second of every hour Build a life rather than destroy

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Deep down I have a collection I have a dozen bottles in it Certain ones I keep in its own section When it look through it takes a bit Certain ones look so enticing They pull me in certain ways Some sweeter than cakes icing Others bring on a familiar haze In the back are the ones to avoid Sadness, misery, and much more The feelings of sitting in the void And thoughts of who I’m living for Don’t dare try and open one If it opens they all explode After that, what’s done is done And my emotions take quite a load I gather it all up once more I’m used to it by now Yet it still leaves me hurt and sore Days like these I wonder how My collection is so big Maybe because I lock them away I’d rather smoke this cig What’s the harm of keeping it all in anyway

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC

AndersonLeviScott

Bottles

Deep down I have a collection I have a dozen bottles in it Certain ones I keep in its own section When it look through it takes a bit Certain ones look so enticing They pull me in certain ways Some sweeter than cakes icing Others bring on a familiar haze In the back are the ones to avoid Sadness, misery, and much more The feelings of sitting in the void And thoughts of who I’m living for Don’t dare try and open one If it opens they all explode After that, what’s done is done And my emotions take quite a load I gather it all up once more I’m used to it by now Yet it still leaves me hurt and sore Days like these I wonder how My collection is so big Maybe because I lock them away I’d rather smoke this cig What’s the harm of keeping it all in anyway

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The fire inside me was put out years ago All that's left is this smokey haze It clouds my vision, because I cannot let go The dark grows, its my darkest days Some seem to try to start a flame Using nothing but flint and steel I keep telling them it won’t work the same Not even time can help me heal But one day, I met this person They didn’t require tools or a lighter I was the moon, and they were my sun They didn’t give up, they were a fighter When my lips locked theirs She lifted my weight I didn't have any worries or cares My head was clear of hate But as soon as they let go My fire starts to go out Because i'm not sure how much they know I love them, without a doubt. The smoke fills my chest It’s familiar high feeling Her hand in mine, was always the best The smoke feels good, but she was the best healing.

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC

AndersonLeviScott

Smoke

The fire inside me was put out years ago All that's left is this smokey haze It clouds my vision, because I cannot let go The dark grows, its my darkest days Some seem to try to start a flame Using nothing but flint and steel I keep telling them it won’t work the same Not even time can help me heal But one day, I met this person They didn’t require tools or a lighter I was the moon, and they were my sun They didn’t give up, they were a fighter When my lips locked theirs She lifted my weight I didn't have any worries or cares My head was clear of hate But as soon as they let go My fire starts to go out Because i'm not sure how much they know I love them, without a doubt. The smoke fills my chest It’s familiar high feeling Her hand in mine, was always the best The smoke feels good, but she was the best healing.

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