JustWords91 - Hello Poetry

You don't need an expert to know that not sleeping can get quite exhausting. My thoughts are slippery as the grease that wells my eyes. I'm not human. You don't need help if the wounds fatal. Just hear my last words and love them. I'm not human, they shouldn't matter anyway. You do not need words if you can't hear. You can't speak. What do they mean? Why do u search for answers? Because your human? I'm not human But I understand YOU don't have to do this

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC

JustWords91

You might be dead..

You don't need an expert to know that not sleeping can get quite exhausting. My thoughts are slippery as the grease that wells my eyes. I'm not human. You don't need help if the wounds fatal. Just hear my last words and love them. I'm not human, they shouldn't matter anyway. You do not need words if you can't hear. You can't speak. What do they mean? Why do u search for answers? Because your human? I'm not human But I understand YOU don't have to do this

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If you couldnt tell, i dont need a thing Why would i want anything? I have everything i need Food, friends, a place to sleep Why would you want more? This arranged misery is quite motivating I never dreamed so many skeletons could change the way i feel. If we were a vase, oh the withered marigolds we could hold If we were a novel my oh my could anyone dare turn a page If we were a ocean, then all our scaly past endeavors would surely surface If we were guilt, we would share the same closet If things were different.... Well i suppose they would still just be "thing's"

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC

JustWords91

"Things"

If you couldnt tell, i dont need a thing Why would i want anything? I have everything i need Food, friends, a place to sleep Why would you want more? This arranged misery is quite motivating I never dreamed so many skeletons could change the way i feel. If we were a vase, oh the withered marigolds we could hold If we were a novel my oh my could anyone dare turn a page If we were a ocean, then all our scaly past endeavors would surely surface If we were guilt, we would share the same closet If things were different.... Well i suppose they would still just be "thing's"

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Im turnt. High, inebriated whatever you may say Cuz i know my blood would never treat me this way Because sin is always so sweet till it leaves for another What a shame, what a shame That it had to be my brother

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC

JustWords91

Blood is Thicker than Water?

Im turnt. High, inebriated whatever you may say Cuz i know my blood would never treat me this way Because sin is always so sweet till it leaves for another What a shame, what a shame That it had to be my brother

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I am my own worst enemy. hold these calloused hands, guide me. take me three steps forward so i can turn back tell me you love me so can admit that i have nothing to confess Massage these sore shoulders so i can return to my shell. Pick up the phone, call the doctor. But I've already been diagnosed. Im dying inside from self inflicted trauma. I cant be saved, I dont wanna be saved. An old man asked quite rhetorically: Do you want your name in the stars or on a tombstone? Why cant i have both?

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC

JustWords91

Self-Diagnosis

I am my own worst enemy. hold these calloused hands, guide me. take me three steps forward so i can turn back tell me you love me so can admit that i have nothing to confess Massage these sore shoulders so i can return to my shell. Pick up the phone, call the doctor. But I've already been diagnosed. Im dying inside from self inflicted trauma. I cant be saved, I dont wanna be saved. An old man asked quite rhetorically: Do you want your name in the stars or on a tombstone? Why cant i have both?

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I am a fool. i always wondered what lasts i always longed for days past nostalgia can be a cumbersome thing when you forget the memories tomorrow will bring I want to be a mason not of pebbles and granite but of love and happiness and the joy building relationships bring Life is not perfect There is no happy ending for some Remove that luggage you will find its easier to move on I had a past and thats just what it is we cant save everyone but we can reminisce

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC

JustWords91

Yesterday

I am a fool. i always wondered what lasts i always longed for days past nostalgia can be a cumbersome thing when you forget the memories tomorrow will bring I want to be a mason not of pebbles and granite but of love and happiness and the joy building relationships bring Life is not perfect There is no happy ending for some Remove that luggage you will find its easier to move on I had a past and thats just what it is we cant save everyone but we can reminisce

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There is no tomorrow but have no fear for this is today i feel blessed to see you in such a way with that presumptuous smile in the moons glow walk with me lets travel to the worlds unknown where i can be whom i want and you can be you Tomorrow never comes. but love is here

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC

JustWords91

Tomorrow

There is no tomorrow but have no fear for this is today i feel blessed to see you in such a way with that presumptuous smile in the moons glow walk with me lets travel to the worlds unknown where i can be whom i want and you can be you Tomorrow never comes. but love is here

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I knew an angel, and i was saved I am my own worst enemy, but by grace i was spared I've made mistakes, for which you have paid Not for something in return, but just to make sure i was okay So many things i never asked, so many things you forgave The prototype of grace, who i strive to be like someday Forgive me for my wrongs, you always did me right Even though i am at war, you fought to end the fight God help me, help me to never forget those days When i knew an angel, and i was saved

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC

JustWords91

LMR

I knew an angel, and i was saved I am my own worst enemy, but by grace i was spared I've made mistakes, for which you have paid Not for something in return, but just to make sure i was okay So many things i never asked, so many things you forgave The prototype of grace, who i strive to be like someday Forgive me for my wrongs, you always did me right Even though i am at war, you fought to end the fight God help me, help me to never forget those days When i knew an angel, and i was saved

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It was the coldest day of fall, when leaves crowded the sidewalks to listen to the whispering wind that carried them past the trees they left bare. A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through. R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC

JustWords91

October

It was the coldest day of fall, when leaves crowded the sidewalks to listen to the whispering wind that carried them past the trees they left bare. A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through. R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014

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I received it in a letter with gold parchment prints I ink my fingertips just a little longer To hear divine disciples moking Chanting raspy chatters for a foul stanger with mistaken steps Steps that leave prints on blackened sand littered with promises of another scam I dont believe anything that comes from envelopes Because return addresses from Hades makes me lose all hope patience becomes shredded to petty pieces peeked through a microscope If you look a little closer you'll see this life is quite like a kliedoscope Because were like rockstars with crucifixes Just diguised as normal folk

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC

JustWords91

Duality

I received it in a letter with gold parchment prints I ink my fingertips just a little longer To hear divine disciples moking Chanting raspy chatters for a foul stanger with mistaken steps Steps that leave prints on blackened sand littered with promises of another scam I dont believe anything that comes from envelopes Because return addresses from Hades makes me lose all hope patience becomes shredded to petty pieces peeked through a microscope If you look a little closer you'll see this life is quite like a kliedoscope Because were like rockstars with crucifixes Just diguised as normal folk

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Curtains part, in the imaginary theatre where I lay, motionless, hovering above the grassy savanna's of nevernever, conversing with the angels that accompany me, on this weightless tour of Valhalla, the smell of rosey cranberry's and cyan fire, feathers fluttering and rustled, carried by a secretive winds whisper, pushed past my peripherals, the warm touch of an angel, on my naked shoulder, I roll over to find, it is all but forgotten.

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC

JustWords91

Dream

Curtains part, in the imaginary theatre where I lay, motionless, hovering above the grassy savanna's of nevernever, conversing with the angels that accompany me, on this weightless tour of Valhalla, the smell of rosey cranberry's and cyan fire, feathers fluttering and rustled, carried by a secretive winds whisper, pushed past my peripherals, the warm touch of an angel, on my naked shoulder, I roll over to find, it is all but forgotten.

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