ShadowDancer91 - Hello Poetry

Who are we? What a vague question And yet, it is THE question We are beautiful We are ever changing We are sad and happy Despicable and disgusting We pick people up just to devour them between our greedy claws We want, we want, we want What the **** do we want? Love Compassion Acceptance And yet.... We are human

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Jun 21, 2019

Jun 21, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC

WE

Who are we? What a vague question And yet, it is THE question We are beautiful We are ever changing We are sad and happy Despicable and disgusting We pick people up just to devour them between our greedy claws We want, we want, we want What the **** do we want? Love Compassion Acceptance And yet.... We are human

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Skin so soft, like a baby, smooth to the touch I love to sit and run my fingers up and down your back, or your arm, or anywhere really. But your not a baby, you’re a man A man who knew hardship and struggle long before you knew what it was to enjoy the finer things in life. My heart jumped and my eyes could not look away from you the first time we met. With your shirt off on a hot summer day, your smooth skin enticed me before I even knew who you really were. And here I sit two years later, thinking back on that first day When our love had just began, how much I already loved you in those first few moments. And I wonder, how can one man be so **** good? You never raise your voice or berate me, you only show your undying love for me. And maybe that’s why I so often push you away, because Ive never known a love so pure. Ive never had one man, or person for that matter, love me so wholly the way you do. I couldn’t imagine my world without you, yet I never fail to let you know how much better my life would be without you in it. Maybe I don’t know how to love, or maybe I don’t want to be loved, Maybe I want you and everyone else to hate me, just as I hate myself to my very core. I pray everyday that I can be as women as you are man. That I can wear my heart on my sleeve as you do. That I can tell you my real feelings, that I can tell you, you are my world. But then you would know, And I would be left open like a book, and vulnerable. Maybe one day, when I'm ready of course, I’ll let you in and let you fully see who I really am One lost soul among a million, tainted and imperfect. Until then I love you more than you can know, even though I never let those emotions show. I love you, I do.

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC

Vulnerable

Skin so soft, like a baby, smooth to the touch I love to sit and run my fingers up and down your back, or your arm, or anywhere really. But your not a baby, you’re a man A man who knew hardship and struggle long before you knew what it was to enjoy the finer things in life. My heart jumped and my eyes could not look away from you the first time we met. With your shirt off on a hot summer day, your smooth skin enticed me before I even knew who you really were. And here I sit two years later, thinking back on that first day When our love had just began, how much I already loved you in those first few moments. And I wonder, how can one man be so **** good? You never raise your voice or berate me, you only show your undying love for me. And maybe that’s why I so often push you away, because Ive never known a love so pure. Ive never had one man, or person for that matter, love me so wholly the way you do. I couldn’t imagine my world without you, yet I never fail to let you know how much better my life would be without you in it. Maybe I don’t know how to love, or maybe I don’t want to be loved, Maybe I want you and everyone else to hate me, just as I hate myself to my very core. I pray everyday that I can be as women as you are man. That I can wear my heart on my sleeve as you do. That I can tell you my real feelings, that I can tell you, you are my world. But then you would know, And I would be left open like a book, and vulnerable. Maybe one day, when I'm ready of course, I’ll let you in and let you fully see who I really am One lost soul among a million, tainted and imperfect. Until then I love you more than you can know, even though I never let those emotions show. I love you, I do.

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Again I am walking to my favorite spot. An open gorge that has eaten peoples pain for centuries. I sit and pick a forget-me-not And remind myself that today, I am not here for my agonies. I am here today for meditation, I am here today for thought. I see the universes beautiful creation And find what my soul besought. A water fall And smoothly cut rock. This gorge; a big bowl with walls. It's beauty hits at my heart with a knock. Right now I will be happy. Right now I will be calm. And from my soul I'll pull my thoughts Where they will perish Into mother nature's earthen ***

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC

The Gorge*

Again I am walking to my favorite spot. An open gorge that has eaten peoples pain for centuries. I sit and pick a forget-me-not And remind myself that today, I am not here for my agonies. I am here today for meditation, I am here today for thought. I see the universes beautiful creation And find what my soul besought. A water fall And smoothly cut rock. This gorge; a big bowl with walls. It's beauty hits at my heart with a knock. Right now I will be happy. Right now I will be calm. And from my soul I'll pull my thoughts Where they will perish Into mother nature's earthen ***

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She had fire in her heart! Passion In her soul. And even as she aged Her heart, never grew old. Her life was lived Teetering, Almost falling, Off the edge. But that's how she liked it That's how she CHOSE it. As she grew Aged Lived Loved That fire in her heart grew Stronger Deeper Brighter And even when her hair grayed And her body ached She never lost the burning Thump Thump Of the fire In her heart

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC

Old Zealous Soul

She had fire in her heart! Passion In her soul. And even as she aged Her heart, never grew old. Her life was lived Teetering, Almost falling, Off the edge. But that's how she liked it That's how she CHOSE it. As she grew Aged Lived Loved That fire in her heart grew Stronger Deeper Brighter And even when her hair grayed And her body ached She never lost the burning Thump Thump Of the fire In her heart

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Finalize your after thought Is it really what you thought? Was the outcome what you expected Was there more pain, than pleasure? Did his hungry eyes feed your appetite Or did they reproduce in your own sight? Do you feel refreshed and new Now that he's taken advantage of you? Or are you just like him? Always seeking your next victim Or is it that you are the victim? Do you even know who you are Or do you know what other people think you are? Have you stayed true to yourself To your thoughts To your religion Or do you purposefully Walk the path of temptation Maybe you've gotten lost Just to find yourself wandering Among all the others.

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Nov 4, 2017

Nov 4, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC

Self

Finalize your after thought Is it really what you thought? Was the outcome what you expected Was there more pain, than pleasure? Did his hungry eyes feed your appetite Or did they reproduce in your own sight? Do you feel refreshed and new Now that he's taken advantage of you? Or are you just like him? Always seeking your next victim Or is it that you are the victim? Do you even know who you are Or do you know what other people think you are? Have you stayed true to yourself To your thoughts To your religion Or do you purposefully Walk the path of temptation Maybe you've gotten lost Just to find yourself wandering Among all the others.

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Long days filled with laughter, I was always happy to be with you Even if it was just for a car ride to the store. You taught me so much. Unfortuantly, my brain wasn't a sponge back then. Instead, it was a hard rock Or better yet, a ball of rubber bands Tightly wound and great at deflecting anything that was good for me. The first time I left was also the first time I ever saw you cry. A grown man Sobbing and emotional. I thought things would never change. After all, you've always been a phone call away. But distance turned into more than miles Distance became the pain that I talk about now when I'm drunk. It became our undoing. It became a part of me that I never wanted. It's been ten years And I still haven't found the bridge back to us.

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC

The Road Between Us

Long days filled with laughter, I was always happy to be with you Even if it was just for a car ride to the store. You taught me so much. Unfortuantly, my brain wasn't a sponge back then. Instead, it was a hard rock Or better yet, a ball of rubber bands Tightly wound and great at deflecting anything that was good for me. The first time I left was also the first time I ever saw you cry. A grown man Sobbing and emotional. I thought things would never change. After all, you've always been a phone call away. But distance turned into more than miles Distance became the pain that I talk about now when I'm drunk. It became our undoing. It became a part of me that I never wanted. It's been ten years And I still haven't found the bridge back to us.

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Flowered walls and pictures with scenes of young girls Only dressed to be seen. A record player and a too large bed A lonely girl who was lost in her head She was waiting Waiting Waiting For a savior And not the Jesus that her father gave her.. Her religion became Books Music Thoughts Anything that could take her away From those four walls. From the nothing That was Every. Single. Day. Like a shell Wandering halls And bus isles Empty hallways That were her home A tiny Small spirit Who was all alone. Nothing changed. There was no one and nothing to find. The thing that she looked for Was only in her mind.

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Jul 8, 2017

Jul 8, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC

Girl

Flowered walls and pictures with scenes of young girls Only dressed to be seen. A record player and a too large bed A lonely girl who was lost in her head She was waiting Waiting Waiting For a savior And not the Jesus that her father gave her.. Her religion became Books Music Thoughts Anything that could take her away From those four walls. From the nothing That was Every. Single. Day. Like a shell Wandering halls And bus isles Empty hallways That were her home A tiny Small spirit Who was all alone. Nothing changed. There was no one and nothing to find. The thing that she looked for Was only in her mind.

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His hands are stained blood red From the beating of my heart. He holds it at all times Cherishing it Showering it with love He is my hearts keeper. Never once has he let it fall Or seen it slip from his grasp He holds tight to it, Afraid he may see it with someone else But never would I let my heart be held in another's hand.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC

My Hearts Keeper

His hands are stained blood red From the beating of my heart. He holds it at all times Cherishing it Showering it with love He is my hearts keeper. Never once has he let it fall Or seen it slip from his grasp He holds tight to it, Afraid he may see it with someone else But never would I let my heart be held in another's hand.

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She had fire in her heart! Passion In her soul. And even as she aged Her heart, never grew old. Her life was lived Teetering, Almost falling, Off the edge. But that's how she liked it That's how she CHOSE it. As she grew Aged Lived Loved That fire in her heart grew Stronger Deeper Brighter And even when her hair grayed And her body ached She never lost the burning Thump Thump Of the fire In her heart

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Jul 4, 2017

Jul 4, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC

Old Zealous Soul

She had fire in her heart! Passion In her soul. And even as she aged Her heart, never grew old. Her life was lived Teetering, Almost falling, Off the edge. But that's how she liked it That's how she CHOSE it. As she grew Aged Lived Loved That fire in her heart grew Stronger Deeper Brighter And even when her hair grayed And her body ached She never lost the burning Thump Thump Of the fire In her heart

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Lately I've been wondering. Am I happy with what I have? I don't mean clothes and shoes and gadgets Am I happy with life? I think so, but how can one truly know? Isn't 'happiness' just a mere emotion. A fleeting second of contentment Of having every nerve in your being Feel ALIVE And if you really think about it Isn't happiness a little selfish at times? Having something happen to YOU that makes YOU feel good and therefore 'happy' Happiness is humanities selfish drug. Because in the end Aren't we all just chasing the next high?

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC

High On Happy

Lately I've been wondering. Am I happy with what I have? I don't mean clothes and shoes and gadgets Am I happy with life? I think so, but how can one truly know? Isn't 'happiness' just a mere emotion. A fleeting second of contentment Of having every nerve in your being Feel ALIVE And if you really think about it Isn't happiness a little selfish at times? Having something happen to YOU that makes YOU feel good and therefore 'happy' Happiness is humanities selfish drug. Because in the end Aren't we all just chasing the next high?

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