BrianWarner - Hello Poetry

I’m such an awful person And I’m so sorry  You deserve so much better

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Oct 5, 2013

Oct 5, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC

I’m such an awful person And I’m so sorry  You deserve so much better

The smell of cigarette ashes is for me. Musty, slow, deep and strong, Breathe in gradually, But breathe. The scent reminds euphoria, of smokers long past. A past even more so. So if you catch me breathing in deep, When you let out a lung of smoke, Remember I am just remembering.

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Sep 24, 2013

Sep 24, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC

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The smell of cigarette ashes is for me. Musty, slow, deep and strong, Breathe in gradually, But breathe. The scent reminds euphoria, of smokers long past. A past even more so. So if you catch me breathing in deep, When you let out a lung of smoke, Remember I am just remembering.

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It was my first time In the city. It was very loud, And very crowded. I was a grain of sand In an ocean of salt water. No one looked at me. No one smiled. I wandered aimlessly Through the mass of people. I bought a slice of pizza That tasted like grease and tomatoes, Leaving four dollars and 38 cents In my pocket. As I left the pizza place I noticed a man. He was very sad looking, And horribly thin. He was all alone With only a plastic grocery bag. I looked at him And the city died. My interest in buildings And shops And pavement, Gone. Lost in the broken eyes Of one man. I went up to him And I said "hello." He looked at me And gave me a smile, But his eyes were still empty. I asked him If I could give him a hug, And it seemed that his eyes Exploded. He nodded yes, And I took him in my arms. He was very cold Under two jackets And the hot Boston sun. As I pulled away, He said to me With tears in his eyes "Thank you." I simply extended my hand With four dollars and 38 cents in it.

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC

I went some where once

It was my first time In the city. It was very loud, And very crowded. I was a grain of sand In an ocean of salt water. No one looked at me. No one smiled. I wandered aimlessly Through the mass of people. I bought a slice of pizza That tasted like grease and tomatoes, Leaving four dollars and 38 cents In my pocket. As I left the pizza place I noticed a man. He was very sad looking, And horribly thin. He was all alone With only a plastic grocery bag. I looked at him And the city died. My interest in buildings And shops And pavement, Gone. Lost in the broken eyes Of one man. I went up to him And I said "hello." He looked at me And gave me a smile, But his eyes were still empty. I asked him If I could give him a hug, And it seemed that his eyes Exploded. He nodded yes, And I took him in my arms. He was very cold Under two jackets And the hot Boston sun. As I pulled away, He said to me With tears in his eyes "Thank you." I simply extended my hand With four dollars and 38 cents in it.

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Can I have you?  Can I have your morning eyes  and late night yawns?   Can I have your deep sighs  after long days of work, and joyous laughter  from watching your  favorite shows?   Can I have your frightening  holler when you’re angry,  and your low moans when  you feel pleasure?   Can I have the tears that  streak your face when you’re down,  and the heart that beats  within you to keep you alive?   Can I have every part of you

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Sep 1, 2013

Sep 1, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC

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Can I have you?  Can I have your morning eyes  and late night yawns?   Can I have your deep sighs  after long days of work, and joyous laughter  from watching your  favorite shows?   Can I have your frightening  holler when you’re angry,  and your low moans when  you feel pleasure?   Can I have the tears that  streak your face when you’re down,  and the heart that beats  within you to keep you alive?   Can I have every part of you

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I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrow

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC

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I romanticized you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like Cupid’s arrow

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They say it's depression. I say it's not. I am not sad Or blue Or even Slightly Despondent. I am just here. Nothing. E m p t y . N u m b .

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Jul 20, 2013

Jul 20, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC

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They say it's depression. I say it's not. I am not sad Or blue Or even Slightly Despondent. I am just here. Nothing. E m p t y . N u m b .

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I remember a day When you hurried over to me In quite a rush. "Have this." And you extended your hand. A single die fell into my palm. It was cold, and hard, and a plain cube, White, with 21 black dots on it. Lifeless and inanimate, It meant the world to me. I remember a day When you hurried over to me In quite a rush. "Have this." And you extended your hand. Your heart fell into my palm. It was warm and barely beating, A sloppy mass of tissue and life. Broken and battered, It meant the world to me.

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC

Die

I remember a day When you hurried over to me In quite a rush. "Have this." And you extended your hand. A single die fell into my palm. It was cold, and hard, and a plain cube, White, with 21 black dots on it. Lifeless and inanimate, It meant the world to me. I remember a day When you hurried over to me In quite a rush. "Have this." And you extended your hand. Your heart fell into my palm. It was warm and barely beating, A sloppy mass of tissue and life. Broken and battered, It meant the world to me.

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If I am to never have love again, To be plagued with the inability to love, Do not let me be alone. No, if I can not have love, Let me have the next best thing. Allow me the courtesy of building up a wall of your kisses, Separating myself from the harsh reality. Wrap me in oblivious arms as I close my blind eyes. Pretend to love me, whisper me sweet nothings, And I will return the lies. I will be just as unloving and numb as you, my dear. And we will pretend to be the happiest two you ever did see.

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Jul 7, 2013

Jul 7, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC

No replacements found

If I am to never have love again, To be plagued with the inability to love, Do not let me be alone. No, if I can not have love, Let me have the next best thing. Allow me the courtesy of building up a wall of your kisses, Separating myself from the harsh reality. Wrap me in oblivious arms as I close my blind eyes. Pretend to love me, whisper me sweet nothings, And I will return the lies. I will be just as unloving and numb as you, my dear. And we will pretend to be the happiest two you ever did see.

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As the deposit in my shoulder begins loosening, visions of a paradisiacal oasis reveal themselves. I can almost hear the pina coladas being poured atop the pool bar’s island countertop. Cabana chairs, shaped like beds, perfectly host kissing parties within the nighttime’s ocean breeze. There are businessmen purchasing cigars outside of taxi stops and ******* within the depths of knick knack shops. Everybody’s stocking up for tonight’s white wrist band karaoke bash on the top floor of each and every all inclusive resort and nobody’s holding back any expenses. “Where are we?” I ask. “Dreams, visions, hopes.” replies the Preceptor.

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC

beginning to see through her point of view

As the deposit in my shoulder begins loosening, visions of a paradisiacal oasis reveal themselves. I can almost hear the pina coladas being poured atop the pool bar’s island countertop. Cabana chairs, shaped like beds, perfectly host kissing parties within the nighttime’s ocean breeze. There are businessmen purchasing cigars outside of taxi stops and ******* within the depths of knick knack shops. Everybody’s stocking up for tonight’s white wrist band karaoke bash on the top floor of each and every all inclusive resort and nobody’s holding back any expenses. “Where are we?” I ask. “Dreams, visions, hopes.” replies the Preceptor.

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and i think when they see me on that stage they see something you could have been had your sickness not swallowed you whole and i think when they see the light hit my face they see a beacon that illuminates the cages of lost souls and i think when they see me open my mouth they see butterflies and bats and birds and brand new constellations and i think when they look into my eyes they see oceans and flowers and dreams of a child waiting to be born.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC

Signs.

and i think when they see me on that stage they see something you could have been had your sickness not swallowed you whole and i think when they see the light hit my face they see a beacon that illuminates the cages of lost souls and i think when they see me open my mouth they see butterflies and bats and birds and brand new constellations and i think when they look into my eyes they see oceans and flowers and dreams of a child waiting to be born.

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