PeterPan - Hello Poetry

Love me, hold me, touch my face when I cry, hold my hand when we are just walking. See that this fall i constantly feel is just relative to a changing world that i just imagine...but to everyone else is solid...so really...I'm probably not ever moving. I'm not shiny, but I can't tell if this rust I see on myself is real.

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May 26, 2013

May 26, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC

Rusted Remains

Love me, hold me, touch my face when I cry, hold my hand when we are just walking. See that this fall i constantly feel is just relative to a changing world that i just imagine...but to everyone else is solid...so really...I'm probably not ever moving. I'm not shiny, but I can't tell if this rust I see on myself is real.

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I am crumpled from at least 3 different angles. I will always have love for her. You were a brother to me. I always saw you, both of you. I knew you lied. I knew your insecurities. I saw your affect. I lost trust in one of you. I know this hate is just bitter love. 3 reasons I love and hate both of you.

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Apr 26, 2013

Apr 26, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC

Ruins of a triangle

I am crumpled from at least 3 different angles. I will always have love for her. You were a brother to me. I always saw you, both of you. I knew you lied. I knew your insecurities. I saw your affect. I lost trust in one of you. I know this hate is just bitter love. 3 reasons I love and hate both of you.

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You came back again to remind you of what we are really made of. Not the shined version a picture might see, the true reasons and moments that have made you who you are. They are clustered together in some form of a man but you are not really solid. Thousands of little rocks and pebbles each with its own memory of good or bad. I've lost count of which ones I truly am.

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Feb 16, 2013

Feb 16, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC

You're always here

You came back again to remind you of what we are really made of. Not the shined version a picture might see, the true reasons and moments that have made you who you are. They are clustered together in some form of a man but you are not really solid. Thousands of little rocks and pebbles each with its own memory of good or bad. I've lost count of which ones I truly am.

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There was something, is something, will be something. There is my new dream finally content to image the impossible and this time I can add the 'almost'. I havent figured out the world yet where we come together but I am trying the distance between our bubbles is shrinking even if its only in my head. No longer does this seem so pathetic imagining a moment, a kiss, a hand the feeling of you the way it changes, everything. I think I'm able to hope again this time without fears or improbability not sure it its the lack of daily altering or your kiss but everything says its going to be ok. Winter2001

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC

Going to be ok

There was something, is something, will be something. There is my new dream finally content to image the impossible and this time I can add the 'almost'. I havent figured out the world yet where we come together but I am trying the distance between our bubbles is shrinking even if its only in my head. No longer does this seem so pathetic imagining a moment, a kiss, a hand the feeling of you the way it changes, everything. I think I'm able to hope again this time without fears or improbability not sure it its the lack of daily altering or your kiss but everything says its going to be ok. Winter2001

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Sometimes its hard for me to understand what the hell is the point of all of this. I used to believe my purpose was to build a life that could support me and in turn support a wife and family. But I've come to understand that the reality isn't a chance for my dreams to come true. At all points in my life I've always thought that there was the ability to change everything I had into something better. Now I see that this is my reality, something that cannot change. How am I going to live with this ugly face for the rest of my life without breaking down. I am stuck in this skin with only my messy handwriting to escape to. My faith in love has faltered, I wouldn't even believe it exists if I see it again. By not caring about others eyes I can find a little solitude but that always leads me to want more that I have. I hate these stupid people and all these ugly thoughts. My life feels disgusting at all points of the day. Every image in my head breeds hatred and anger for the people I once loved. I know I am nothing special anymore, so now I have nothing to offer this world. All my words just keep repeating because they are all I ever feel. Over and over I want to be mad, I want to be loved, I want to be special to one person. I want what I know I'll never truly have. I hate me, I hate this world, I hate because I can't Love anymore. Spring2003

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC

I hate because I can't Love anymore

Sometimes its hard for me to understand what the hell is the point of all of this. I used to believe my purpose was to build a life that could support me and in turn support a wife and family. But I've come to understand that the reality isn't a chance for my dreams to come true. At all points in my life I've always thought that there was the ability to change everything I had into something better. Now I see that this is my reality, something that cannot change. How am I going to live with this ugly face for the rest of my life without breaking down. I am stuck in this skin with only my messy handwriting to escape to. My faith in love has faltered, I wouldn't even believe it exists if I see it again. By not caring about others eyes I can find a little solitude but that always leads me to want more that I have. I hate these stupid people and all these ugly thoughts. My life feels disgusting at all points of the day. Every image in my head breeds hatred and anger for the people I once loved. I know I am nothing special anymore, so now I have nothing to offer this world. All my words just keep repeating because they are all I ever feel. Over and over I want to be mad, I want to be loved, I want to be special to one person. I want what I know I'll never truly have. I hate me, I hate this world, I hate because I can't Love anymore. Spring2003

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It hurts so much to talk to you and know that it isn't the highlight of your day anymore. It hurts so much to hear every goodbye, each abrupt ending just reminds me how much more I still feel for you. I feel so idiotic feeling that I still want you. Yet even if you did want me, as if you would have an epiphany that I am the one...it would make almost no difference in our physical lives, you are so far away. I'm waiting for what...? Until the day I am out of school and suddenly we live together beginning the rest of our lives?? How stupid is that. So unconceivable, definitely not reasonable. I'm unreasonable...unreasonably in Love. Winter2002

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC

Unreasonably in Love

It hurts so much to talk to you and know that it isn't the highlight of your day anymore. It hurts so much to hear every goodbye, each abrupt ending just reminds me how much more I still feel for you. I feel so idiotic feeling that I still want you. Yet even if you did want me, as if you would have an epiphany that I am the one...it would make almost no difference in our physical lives, you are so far away. I'm waiting for what...? Until the day I am out of school and suddenly we live together beginning the rest of our lives?? How stupid is that. So unconceivable, definitely not reasonable. I'm unreasonable...unreasonably in Love. Winter2002

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I slipped into your eyes today. As the seconds slowed and her gaze lingered, a new flame was born in my mind. You came in through my windows, gathering soundless words as kindling for my fire. I am brightened with the presence of you. Sparks started to fly and begin to spread, wakening all the hibernating seeds of thoughts and dreams. With each look they grow stronger and taller, I am now captivated by your world. Each moment that passes only reminds me of the could be. The whisper of your breath along my skin stops my heart. Around you I am flustered, how can I talk when your beauty takes my breath away. Come closer to me and hold my hand. These shivers down my spine are for you. What could be is only in tomorrow. So what do you want to do today? Summer 2001

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC

Falling in love #2

I slipped into your eyes today. As the seconds slowed and her gaze lingered, a new flame was born in my mind. You came in through my windows, gathering soundless words as kindling for my fire. I am brightened with the presence of you. Sparks started to fly and begin to spread, wakening all the hibernating seeds of thoughts and dreams. With each look they grow stronger and taller, I am now captivated by your world. Each moment that passes only reminds me of the could be. The whisper of your breath along my skin stops my heart. Around you I am flustered, how can I talk when your beauty takes my breath away. Come closer to me and hold my hand. These shivers down my spine are for you. What could be is only in tomorrow. So what do you want to do today? Summer 2001

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I've wandered for years empty from lost loves despair had slowly consumed me I was no longer able to truly see. Stumbling and confused I tried to jumpstart my heart pseudo relationships barely kept me from crumbling but I couldn't force myself to feel anymore. Then you Your eyes burnt mine open again your hand led me back to beauty your kiss woke my soul I am alive again. You surround me now wherever I look, you're all I see my voice, my body, me heart all call your name. I am, in all senses, enraptured with you. Summer2002

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC

Enraptured

I've wandered for years empty from lost loves despair had slowly consumed me I was no longer able to truly see. Stumbling and confused I tried to jumpstart my heart pseudo relationships barely kept me from crumbling but I couldn't force myself to feel anymore. Then you Your eyes burnt mine open again your hand led me back to beauty your kiss woke my soul I am alive again. You surround me now wherever I look, you're all I see my voice, my body, me heart all call your name. I am, in all senses, enraptured with you. Summer2002

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I always worry that my distaste for dressing up in a costume, with a smurk and a line, has lead me to missing out. Fall2010

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC

Pickup lines

I always worry that my distaste for dressing up in a costume, with a smurk and a line, has lead me to missing out. Fall2010

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I keep dreaming of an ex love, actually the only real love. I know its not really about her, but more the way we were, the love we showed each other, the love we felt. I find it hard to even imagine feeling that comfortable with anyone again, its just such a vulnerable state to live. I never really thought I would be afraid of love, feeling something was better than nothing at all. So I try to ignore the day, coasting through until I get to dream again... dream of things I can never have. Fall2010

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC

State of love

I keep dreaming of an ex love, actually the only real love. I know its not really about her, but more the way we were, the love we showed each other, the love we felt. I find it hard to even imagine feeling that comfortable with anyone again, its just such a vulnerable state to live. I never really thought I would be afraid of love, feeling something was better than nothing at all. So I try to ignore the day, coasting through until I get to dream again... dream of things I can never have. Fall2010

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