Lil_Moon_Moon - Hello Poetry

I imagine my happy place, I picture it in vignette taste. Like looking through colored glass, There's a sepia quality to its grasp. Like wading through a dream, There's a vagueness to its every gleam. Everything's the same yet different here, A constant familiarity hangs in the air. The picture varies from time to time... Always it would be a house of some kind; The edges forever unrefined, Be it a cabin, a mansion, a farmhouse or two or three Every ***** nook and cranny this mind could carry Always it would be somewhere remote; By the sea, the countryside, by a cliff, or under trees, Sometimes in an open clearing of endless green grass swaying in the breeze. ... Home. Though every version varies, One thing's for certain in this house of made-up stories. Always, always, and always a thousand times more, You'd be there standing by the door. Now I never questioned this part somehow Cause here's the truth of the matter in tow: This place could be a garbage dump for all I care But I'd still call it heaven so long as you're there. And I find that it's the only thing that matters; To have your figure carved into this place's corners I'd gladly let this place take your shape The smell of warm bread and books here you shall drape. This landscape is treacherous and ever-changing. But I know as long you're there in my dreaming, These childish mock-ups of reality Shall remain my favorite moments of clarity. It is my piece of heaven on earth, My secret happy place while I'm on this dirt. Heaven don't have a name But God forbid I find it fitting That if it did, of course It would be yours.

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Jan 18, 2022

Jan 18, 2022 at 6:25 AM UTC

Of Heaven and Home

I imagine my happy place, I picture it in vignette taste. Like looking through colored glass, There's a sepia quality to its grasp. Like wading through a dream, There's a vagueness to its every gleam. Everything's the same yet different here, A constant familiarity hangs in the air. The picture varies from time to time... Always it would be a house of some kind; The edges forever unrefined, Be it a cabin, a mansion, a farmhouse or two or three Every ***** nook and cranny this mind could carry Always it would be somewhere remote; By the sea, the countryside, by a cliff, or under trees, Sometimes in an open clearing of endless green grass swaying in the breeze. ... Home. Though every version varies, One thing's for certain in this house of made-up stories. Always, always, and always a thousand times more, You'd be there standing by the door. Now I never questioned this part somehow Cause here's the truth of the matter in tow: This place could be a garbage dump for all I care But I'd still call it heaven so long as you're there. And I find that it's the only thing that matters; To have your figure carved into this place's corners I'd gladly let this place take your shape The smell of warm bread and books here you shall drape. This landscape is treacherous and ever-changing. But I know as long you're there in my dreaming, These childish mock-ups of reality Shall remain my favorite moments of clarity. It is my piece of heaven on earth, My secret happy place while I'm on this dirt. Heaven don't have a name But God forbid I find it fitting That if it did, of course It would be yours.

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I write you poems in my head, Hundreds thousands of them taking up space like the dead. Some are sloppy with narry a rhyme, Some are perfectly prosed and pieced in time. Someday you will hear them, Falling like prayers from my lips. And when the day comes I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. I write you poems in my head Someday the stars will read them to you in my stead And when the days comes that you hear of my secret oaths to you my dear Please bear in my mind I needed no echo ... I only wanted you to know.

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Jan 18, 2022

Jan 18, 2022 at 6:13 AM UTC

Poems in my Head

I write you poems in my head, Hundreds thousands of them taking up space like the dead. Some are sloppy with narry a rhyme, Some are perfectly prosed and pieced in time. Someday you will hear them, Falling like prayers from my lips. And when the day comes I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. I write you poems in my head Someday the stars will read them to you in my stead And when the days comes that you hear of my secret oaths to you my dear Please bear in my mind I needed no echo ... I only wanted you to know.

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Somebody put me out of my misery, I've been struck by a curious malady: I can't seem to stop writing sappy poetry! Perhaps it's *** my muse is ineffable, Can't help if that makes her indelible. Now the evidence lies before your very eyes, That she as cause and culprit should pay the price For all of my absurd sentimentalities Is a result of her bewitchful tendencies: Bore a mighty wordsmith out of a hopeless romantic. Now this whole shebang might drive me ballistic As time passes I can't seem to find a problem with that though My muse, my lady malady: Fine, I'll be the lunatic Now wouldn't that be poetic??

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Jan 18, 2022

Jan 18, 2022 at 5:30 AM UTC

Lady Malady

Somebody put me out of my misery, I've been struck by a curious malady: I can't seem to stop writing sappy poetry! Perhaps it's *** my muse is ineffable, Can't help if that makes her indelible. Now the evidence lies before your very eyes, That she as cause and culprit should pay the price For all of my absurd sentimentalities Is a result of her bewitchful tendencies: Bore a mighty wordsmith out of a hopeless romantic. Now this whole shebang might drive me ballistic As time passes I can't seem to find a problem with that though My muse, my lady malady: Fine, I'll be the lunatic Now wouldn't that be poetic??

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We met on the second day I think We were both too far what a stink Still my eyes strayed to yours and its been like that for years of course We were but two misfits in the making not a care at all for all the merrymaking Honed to each other like dust to cloud like sea to land and rain to ground Like the moon and sun unbound This distance between us is tough But maybe if I stare long enough Will you let me close so I can give you this desert rose.

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May 28, 2021

May 28, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC

Desert Rose

We met on the second day I think We were both too far what a stink Still my eyes strayed to yours and its been like that for years of course We were but two misfits in the making not a care at all for all the merrymaking Honed to each other like dust to cloud like sea to land and rain to ground Like the moon and sun unbound This distance between us is tough But maybe if I stare long enough Will you let me close so I can give you this desert rose.

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I'd like to live life in your shape Settle myself between the furrows of your brows Knowing only I can ease them into the softest of troughs Id like to sit myself between your legs Looking up at you uttering my name And talk about bees and trees and holy seas Cause you are the sun and stardust filling my lungs And I could barely fathom you, my silver-tongue I'd like to, I'd like to Darling I'd like to Give my heart in lieu

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Apr 15, 2021

Apr 15, 2021 at 7:00 AM UTC

Shape

I'd like to live life in your shape Settle myself between the furrows of your brows Knowing only I can ease them into the softest of troughs Id like to sit myself between your legs Looking up at you uttering my name And talk about bees and trees and holy seas Cause you are the sun and stardust filling my lungs And I could barely fathom you, my silver-tongue I'd like to, I'd like to Darling I'd like to Give my heart in lieu

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The hero dies at the end of this story We all know how it goes The same old song goes on and on So strap in and raise your chins Its a scene we already know The hero dies at the end of the story And were left wondering What even was the point of it all?

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Apr 15, 2021

Apr 15, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC

Hero

The hero dies at the end of this story We all know how it goes The same old song goes on and on So strap in and raise your chins Its a scene we already know The hero dies at the end of the story And were left wondering What even was the point of it all?

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Some days I feel unformed That despite all I've done No matter how far I've come And yet still I've barely become someone.

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Feb 5, 2021

Feb 5, 2021 at 5:20 AM UTC

Unformed

Some days I feel unformed That despite all I've done No matter how far I've come And yet still I've barely become someone.

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Does anybody else hear a ringing in their ears as they lie awake with an unbearable ache staring still at nothing at 2 in the morning

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Feb 4, 2021

Feb 4, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC

2 in the morning

Does anybody else hear a ringing in their ears as they lie awake with an unbearable ache staring still at nothing at 2 in the morning

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There is an artist in me Staring despondently Lost and in disparity They say you stare at the void And it stares back at you But here there be a blank canvas Just as blank as me too.

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Feb 3, 2021

Feb 3, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC

Blank

There is an artist in me Staring despondently Lost and in disparity They say you stare at the void And it stares back at you But here there be a blank canvas Just as blank as me too.

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A 9 mm handgun In the hands of Mr. Policeman Click click BANG BANG Now the ground has a metallic tang You greedy little men in blue Its always you who don't hold true Click click BANG BANG The innocent blood in your hands hang How did it feel Mr. Policeman?

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Feb 3, 2021

Feb 3, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC

9 mm Handgun

A 9 mm handgun In the hands of Mr. Policeman Click click BANG BANG Now the ground has a metallic tang You greedy little men in blue Its always you who don't hold true Click click BANG BANG The innocent blood in your hands hang How did it feel Mr. Policeman?

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