SlowDrown - Hello Poetry

the elephant in the room is one day you will come to pass I hope there is a heaven for good men you have been with me from the start I could never live without you dad i will carry you in my heart

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Feb 20, 2024

Feb 20, 2024 at 7:19 AM UTC

funeral for a friend

the elephant in the room is one day you will come to pass I hope there is a heaven for good men you have been with me from the start I could never live without you dad i will carry you in my heart

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I was watching October sky in mid July when I lost my self control It's kind of funny how time goes by and we wonder why and where the **** did it go? I'm sick of having my friends die Been thinking of old times They play like a movie in my brain Why can't I just close my eyes so time can heal and waste away? I can't seem to let it go

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Feb 14, 2024

Feb 14, 2024 at 7:01 PM UTC

twenty-four

I was watching October sky in mid July when I lost my self control It's kind of funny how time goes by and we wonder why and where the **** did it go? I'm sick of having my friends die Been thinking of old times They play like a movie in my brain Why can't I just close my eyes so time can heal and waste away? I can't seem to let it go

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the road to hell is paved with good intentions when do i begin to forgive myself from those i have done wrong was i a blind youth or am i truly evil i can only blame myself but i've only followed teen impulses my heart is not my brain but when do i get to claim separation can i blame it on my youth or is my youth blamed on me

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Feb 14, 2024

Feb 14, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC

eighteen

the road to hell is paved with good intentions when do i begin to forgive myself from those i have done wrong was i a blind youth or am i truly evil i can only blame myself but i've only followed teen impulses my heart is not my brain but when do i get to claim separation can i blame it on my youth or is my youth blamed on me

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flowing smile rewarded flowing smile rewarded love life safe eyes soul ugly life safe myth light eyes smile motions despise light life soul pleased soul myth love pleased shadow soul shadow ugly life safe myth light eyes smile motions despise light life soul pleased soul myth love pleased shadow soul shadow life safe comfort soul life light ugly safe motions love ugly soul soul rewarded soul motions motions safe flowing life

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Feb 14, 2024

Feb 14, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC

ugly ugly alone

flowing smile rewarded flowing smile rewarded love life safe eyes soul ugly life safe myth light eyes smile motions despise light life soul pleased soul myth love pleased shadow soul shadow ugly life safe myth light eyes smile motions despise light life soul pleased soul myth love pleased shadow soul shadow life safe comfort soul life light ugly safe motions love ugly soul soul rewarded soul motions motions safe flowing life

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For Melanie Together is no more When supper is simply a food mix When voice changes are an expectation When the broken cannot be fixed And the time spent away becomes a sensation Together is no more When vacations are a dread When the car rides are silent When the Little League stands are dead And the heads grow heavier Together is no more When the bruises get darker When fuel comes in glass When walking home seems harder And everyone longs for the past Together is no more When the therapy is snorted When the tree gets chopped When the nerves are shorted And the cycle cannot be stopped Together is no more When a home becomes real estate When the composure breaks When the lover is now a mate And Lucifer raises the stakes Together is no more When the candle burns out When hatred is the only sight When existence is a doubt And anger silences light Together is no more When unity is tossed When fear is the only notion When family is lost And love is a mere distortion.

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC

Distortion

For Melanie Together is no more When supper is simply a food mix When voice changes are an expectation When the broken cannot be fixed And the time spent away becomes a sensation Together is no more When vacations are a dread When the car rides are silent When the Little League stands are dead And the heads grow heavier Together is no more When the bruises get darker When fuel comes in glass When walking home seems harder And everyone longs for the past Together is no more When the therapy is snorted When the tree gets chopped When the nerves are shorted And the cycle cannot be stopped Together is no more When a home becomes real estate When the composure breaks When the lover is now a mate And Lucifer raises the stakes Together is no more When the candle burns out When hatred is the only sight When existence is a doubt And anger silences light Together is no more When unity is tossed When fear is the only notion When family is lost And love is a mere distortion.

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The winds of change blow through my hair a simple remainnissance Like the memory of human touch on soft skin Like the compiled guilt of sin Surrounded by expectations and failed attempts The chapter cannot be ended without lifting the quill Such a fire like this cannot be started without the tense wood The light cannot turn on without a thousand tries And even a suicide cannot occur without a craving to die This is not a white flag nor a It is rekindling what was once lit Putting my skills to the test Because change cannot happen for those who do not persist

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC

Change

The winds of change blow through my hair a simple remainnissance Like the memory of human touch on soft skin Like the compiled guilt of sin Surrounded by expectations and failed attempts The chapter cannot be ended without lifting the quill Such a fire like this cannot be started without the tense wood The light cannot turn on without a thousand tries And even a suicide cannot occur without a craving to die This is not a white flag nor a It is rekindling what was once lit Putting my skills to the test Because change cannot happen for those who do not persist

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Climbing through the windows of one's soul It should be thought their sunglasses were stuck deep inside the couch of their home Because the story cannot be read unless the frames are right And the past cannot be heard without a sense for tone. The good die young, there is no simpler way And the simplicity of innocence, ***** by man's lust Once heavenly, now dismal at best Webster's entry burned at trust Ash remains from the evils of humanity Fear dwells in the shadows The forceful transition to reality Leaves nothing but the deafening blindness of truth But where the sea meets the horizon Stands a beautiful phoenix of two That torches the dark And mends the heart of loneliness

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC

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Climbing through the windows of one's soul It should be thought their sunglasses were stuck deep inside the couch of their home Because the story cannot be read unless the frames are right And the past cannot be heard without a sense for tone. The good die young, there is no simpler way And the simplicity of innocence, ***** by man's lust Once heavenly, now dismal at best Webster's entry burned at trust Ash remains from the evils of humanity Fear dwells in the shadows The forceful transition to reality Leaves nothing but the deafening blindness of truth But where the sea meets the horizon Stands a beautiful phoenix of two That torches the dark And mends the heart of loneliness

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The beauty of the world is not found in makeup But merely the naked faces and true inner colors The happiness of the world is not found in dependent love But merely the personal security of the soul The peace of the world is not found by the debasement of all evil But merely the patience of those eager to settle contrasts The uniqueness of the world is not found by being different But merely respecting those who are The reality of the world is not found through scorning the past But merely admiring the lengths reaches since The perfection of the world is not found through dreamed ideals But merely the belief they can be reached The world is not found 100 million miles from the sun But merely on the faces of its amazing children

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC

Planet Earth

The beauty of the world is not found in makeup But merely the naked faces and true inner colors The happiness of the world is not found in dependent love But merely the personal security of the soul The peace of the world is not found by the debasement of all evil But merely the patience of those eager to settle contrasts The uniqueness of the world is not found by being different But merely respecting those who are The reality of the world is not found through scorning the past But merely admiring the lengths reaches since The perfection of the world is not found through dreamed ideals But merely the belief they can be reached The world is not found 100 million miles from the sun But merely on the faces of its amazing children

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There are hollow pieces of carbon With much more depth than skin deep Where the memories seem to creep In science, lies bone marrow But this one human remains hollow His blood no longer flows The passive movement of his legs Is only supported by the intake of kegs His head is in a constant pound But he does not even make a sound His heart is frozen in time Collapsed in the graves of yesterday No words are needed to say Because he knows the clock of his lives Has severed his innocence & struck nine The light that illuminated his surround Drew him like a helpless little fly Without the possibility to die Infatuation on the 28th of December Turns into a time that hurts to remember Changed by the Earth's full cycle Left limping by the skin of his teeth Because she had no intentions beneath The old tunes are daggers to his sane To make due, grey matter was drained The hollow boy in a shell Stuck in a nightmare with his fears As his memories burned and seared Black hollow she left became his brain And light she turned out became the perpetuating migraine

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC

Perpetuating

There are hollow pieces of carbon With much more depth than skin deep Where the memories seem to creep In science, lies bone marrow But this one human remains hollow His blood no longer flows The passive movement of his legs Is only supported by the intake of kegs His head is in a constant pound But he does not even make a sound His heart is frozen in time Collapsed in the graves of yesterday No words are needed to say Because he knows the clock of his lives Has severed his innocence & struck nine The light that illuminated his surround Drew him like a helpless little fly Without the possibility to die Infatuation on the 28th of December Turns into a time that hurts to remember Changed by the Earth's full cycle Left limping by the skin of his teeth Because she had no intentions beneath The old tunes are daggers to his sane To make due, grey matter was drained The hollow boy in a shell Stuck in a nightmare with his fears As his memories burned and seared Black hollow she left became his brain And light she turned out became the perpetuating migraine

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My warm face stares off and away The numbness in my eyes Covers over the words i cannot say And the spirit in me slowly dies Adolescence caught up with me The routines of my life are a smoke To the internal affairs that no one can see And the stability I've "had" is a simple joke The contours of her very face Are a fading a scar on my brain My emotions are a hopeless case And I'm the furthest away from sane It's coming close to about a year And the days just waste away For I no longer own a tear The color she gave me has faded to gray.

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC

Faded To Gray

My warm face stares off and away The numbness in my eyes Covers over the words i cannot say And the spirit in me slowly dies Adolescence caught up with me The routines of my life are a smoke To the internal affairs that no one can see And the stability I've "had" is a simple joke The contours of her very face Are a fading a scar on my brain My emotions are a hopeless case And I'm the furthest away from sane It's coming close to about a year And the days just waste away For I no longer own a tear The color she gave me has faded to gray.

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