William-Eberlein - Hello Poetry

I'm still worried about my acne at 25. Maybe it's stress... Or bad diet... Or both. I'm not tall. And I'm not long. Short enough to make a difference in either direction. Knowledgeable enough to learn. Patient enough for ease. Willing enough to be me. I look forward to habit, Like a habit. To experiment and in two turn, implement. We can be. We are. And, we have been. I anticipate this ten fold feeling Thousands of times. You were placed on my path for a reason. If for this emotion and nothing else... Then I embrace it in full for as long as it takes. Yet if you want me to pray, Know that I beg it to take me away. Thanks to me for bringing myself to a place where I can say... Thank you. You. One of the few lovely souls That I was ever willing to let be a part of me. You must come to understand That my eyes don't work like they used to. I see not just somebody. I see you, Through your beautiful stained glass windows, To the infinite beyond. May you relearn to look in the mirror as I see you. Because I see you. Only you.

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

- Image of Somebody -

I'm still worried about my acne at 25. Maybe it's stress... Or bad diet... Or both. I'm not tall. And I'm not long. Short enough to make a difference in either direction. Knowledgeable enough to learn. Patient enough for ease. Willing enough to be me. I look forward to habit, Like a habit. To experiment and in two turn, implement. We can be. We are. And, we have been. I anticipate this ten fold feeling Thousands of times. You were placed on my path for a reason. If for this emotion and nothing else... Then I embrace it in full for as long as it takes. Yet if you want me to pray, Know that I beg it to take me away. Thanks to me for bringing myself to a place where I can say... Thank you. You. One of the few lovely souls That I was ever willing to let be a part of me. You must come to understand That my eyes don't work like they used to. I see not just somebody. I see you, Through your beautiful stained glass windows, To the infinite beyond. May you relearn to look in the mirror as I see you. Because I see you. Only you.

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You're an Endling, darling. That's what you are. The last living piece of a far away star. Your eyes and that mind behind tell of a galaxy yet to be discovered by any terrestrial creature here on Earth. The dimensions peel away to reveal parts of your soul in the deep forest. In the sewn seams of mountain and sky. And in the flower strewn meadows of the valley. A lost and serendipitous traveler is he, to gaze upon you... The beacon to all beauty and all of its beautiful ideas. There indeed in truth be a light that never leaves you. May we look upon your crown and tremble to know that the divine feminine has taken to human flesh at long last. I dare say that even the stars have seated themselves across this universal amphitheater to witness your life in its entirety. Your every breath and every heartbeat gives them a reassurance that their ticket was worth the price of admission. And when you choose to shuffle off this mortal coil, darling... Please know that this world will breathe nothing so lovely again.

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

- FaST sTAR -

You're an Endling, darling. That's what you are. The last living piece of a far away star. Your eyes and that mind behind tell of a galaxy yet to be discovered by any terrestrial creature here on Earth. The dimensions peel away to reveal parts of your soul in the deep forest. In the sewn seams of mountain and sky. And in the flower strewn meadows of the valley. A lost and serendipitous traveler is he, to gaze upon you... The beacon to all beauty and all of its beautiful ideas. There indeed in truth be a light that never leaves you. May we look upon your crown and tremble to know that the divine feminine has taken to human flesh at long last. I dare say that even the stars have seated themselves across this universal amphitheater to witness your life in its entirety. Your every breath and every heartbeat gives them a reassurance that their ticket was worth the price of admission. And when you choose to shuffle off this mortal coil, darling... Please know that this world will breathe nothing so lovely again.

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Give it a rest William. She isn't here. Let her go. She deserves a good life, a fulfilling life. She deserves a life as beautiful as she is. Lay the memory of her to rest. Place the memory of her down at the bedrock of your soul, but do it gently. She deserves more than you. She deserves more than you could ever give. She deserves more than you could ever be. Let her go William. Set her free.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC

William-Eberlein

- ****** -

Give it a rest William. She isn't here. Let her go. She deserves a good life, a fulfilling life. She deserves a life as beautiful as she is. Lay the memory of her to rest. Place the memory of her down at the bedrock of your soul, but do it gently. She deserves more than you. She deserves more than you could ever give. She deserves more than you could ever be. Let her go William. Set her free.

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In a system like this there are meant to be losers. Why do you think I exist?

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Aug 29, 2018

Aug 29, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC

William-Eberlein

One In A Million

In a system like this there are meant to be losers. Why do you think I exist?

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Innocent eyes staring back at me and my guilty filthy soul. So mucked up and even deeper a grit I feel, for tainting such a starfull sky beyond which all trains traverse. Leave me behind, In the dirt I prefer. So that I may sow my seeds for yet another blackened blend of months and grow them into years... All the same. All in a row.

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

Window Reflections

Innocent eyes staring back at me and my guilty filthy soul. So mucked up and even deeper a grit I feel, for tainting such a starfull sky beyond which all trains traverse. Leave me behind, In the dirt I prefer. So that I may sow my seeds for yet another blackened blend of months and grow them into years... All the same. All in a row.

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We are getting older. And the adventures we didn't partake Are barren to the memory yet vividly clear. Dare I say, unbearably so. I ask not of god, but instead to the phantom me that I will never see... To be swift with his blade and blessing. May he cleave me in two, Spilling my blood upon the dessert sands And pick from it The fragments of mine soul.

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

Lively Living

We are getting older. And the adventures we didn't partake Are barren to the memory yet vividly clear. Dare I say, unbearably so. I ask not of god, but instead to the phantom me that I will never see... To be swift with his blade and blessing. May he cleave me in two, Spilling my blood upon the dessert sands And pick from it The fragments of mine soul.

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This existence is a drug, And I intend to overdose.

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

Track Marks

This existence is a drug, And I intend to overdose.

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Blank pages stare up at me Waiting ever so god **** patiently For me to write something stupid and forgetful.

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

Obligations

Blank pages stare up at me Waiting ever so god **** patiently For me to write something stupid and forgetful.

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I whisper my contempt to the dark And wait patiently for its response. For some reason, long ago When I thought it was okay to spend my life alone, I wallowed not in the mercy of pitiful things... But now they are all that I have. And I hold them close As my memory of daylight fades against the wall.

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

Chest Pains

I whisper my contempt to the dark And wait patiently for its response. For some reason, long ago When I thought it was okay to spend my life alone, I wallowed not in the mercy of pitiful things... But now they are all that I have. And I hold them close As my memory of daylight fades against the wall.

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So many trees. With so many different shapes and sizes Standing next to one another in peace. In loving harmony with the soil and the sun. ... Why can we not do the same?

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC

William-Eberlein

Dynamic

So many trees. With so many different shapes and sizes Standing next to one another in peace. In loving harmony with the soil and the sun. ... Why can we not do the same?

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