adamc3 - Hello Poetry

I am a customer To whom buys willingly From those selling nothing. But there are no returns On broken hearts Nor severed egos.

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC

adamc3

10/26/2017

I am a customer To whom buys willingly From those selling nothing. But there are no returns On broken hearts Nor severed egos.

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I sit in the park With nothing But a coffee and the paper Around me are platano trees It's fall. And the colors glow in the sun. Yellow, and orange, but abscent is red. What a wonderful oddity. I finish the paper and the coffee Still I sit. The bench grips my wool shirt, Each fiber tangled in pine The smell of the grass Fills my lungs and makes me whole The sun shines down on me And promises warmth. A fountain whispers sweetly And I feel complete. However. I know the sun will go down. The fountain turns off at nine I've been down this road Ten different times And my humble aboad Just might be better. I sit uneasy. But which will best? The wooden bench and it's sweet caress? Or my stable home where I am alone? As a matter of fact How did I get here? How did I end up on this bench? How did... A woman in red approaches me. "Hello" she says.

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC

adamc3

Uncertainty

I sit in the park With nothing But a coffee and the paper Around me are platano trees It's fall. And the colors glow in the sun. Yellow, and orange, but abscent is red. What a wonderful oddity. I finish the paper and the coffee Still I sit. The bench grips my wool shirt, Each fiber tangled in pine The smell of the grass Fills my lungs and makes me whole The sun shines down on me And promises warmth. A fountain whispers sweetly And I feel complete. However. I know the sun will go down. The fountain turns off at nine I've been down this road Ten different times And my humble aboad Just might be better. I sit uneasy. But which will best? The wooden bench and it's sweet caress? Or my stable home where I am alone? As a matter of fact How did I get here? How did I end up on this bench? How did... A woman in red approaches me. "Hello" she says.

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a little coffee cup meant to be filled waits eagerly in the cupboard with all of her will a small cup she was but she could do the job just waiting for someone to pull the door **** she'd show them her colors and her half heart handle she'd be filled up with coffee and set on the mantle Suddenly something illuminates the dim lips pressed against her brim she'd get a chill if she ever had skin warm hands held her tight her job was finally fulfilled she must be quite the sight but her owner was not to skilled down she tumble off the window sill and right before everything went black a deafening CRACK!

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC

adamc3

the little coffee cup

a little coffee cup meant to be filled waits eagerly in the cupboard with all of her will a small cup she was but she could do the job just waiting for someone to pull the door **** she'd show them her colors and her half heart handle she'd be filled up with coffee and set on the mantle Suddenly something illuminates the dim lips pressed against her brim she'd get a chill if she ever had skin warm hands held her tight her job was finally fulfilled she must be quite the sight but her owner was not to skilled down she tumble off the window sill and right before everything went black a deafening CRACK!

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half empty coffee cups litter the desk tools of various origin find their place my bed lacks a duvet and matching skirt a fish tank glows in the darkness Each corner presents a new darkness collared shirts line the floor lined in such a way to form loose paths you can still see the floor but only through crumble ideas and lost thoughts The carpet wears thin where I pace the blinds hardly dim the sun the carpet lacks partitioning Peace in a world of chaos.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC

adamc3

My room

half empty coffee cups litter the desk tools of various origin find their place my bed lacks a duvet and matching skirt a fish tank glows in the darkness Each corner presents a new darkness collared shirts line the floor lined in such a way to form loose paths you can still see the floor but only through crumble ideas and lost thoughts The carpet wears thin where I pace the blinds hardly dim the sun the carpet lacks partitioning Peace in a world of chaos.

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to learn something has never been easier than now but fibers of a page never cease to excite the tips of my fingers and the corners of my mind

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Sep 24, 2015

Sep 24, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC

adamc3

books

to learn something has never been easier than now but fibers of a page never cease to excite the tips of my fingers and the corners of my mind

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Stick in my mouth Hairs dangle in my face Burnt to sour My mind it wanders And enjoys the taste Remorses haste Endorses fate Source creates Melancholy Violin's string harmoniously Cheetos

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC

adamc3

Lit

Stick in my mouth Hairs dangle in my face Burnt to sour My mind it wanders And enjoys the taste Remorses haste Endorses fate Source creates Melancholy Violin's string harmoniously Cheetos

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Cry your eyes blind no longer recognize forever lost, never to find never to change your mind the smell of sweet pine the texture of its rind you will never lay yours eyes Oh to what surprise crying your eyes blind accomplishes nothing but anguish

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC

adamc3

blind

Cry your eyes blind no longer recognize forever lost, never to find never to change your mind the smell of sweet pine the texture of its rind you will never lay yours eyes Oh to what surprise crying your eyes blind accomplishes nothing but anguish

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I smell your air across the room the kind you used to wear I can feel the textile of your hair and your smile forming I just can't see it now because you're never there You were there and you may ask when but I couldn't tell you do you remember me my little pea my livid lover the one who thinks like I do I miss the bed by the lake and the longing feeling of background noise television but in the end, I really just miss you around.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC

adamc3

long forgotten?

I smell your air across the room the kind you used to wear I can feel the textile of your hair and your smile forming I just can't see it now because you're never there You were there and you may ask when but I couldn't tell you do you remember me my little pea my livid lover the one who thinks like I do I miss the bed by the lake and the longing feeling of background noise television but in the end, I really just miss you around.

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I look around my room shadows cast in every direction I look around my room giving all my things a close inspection I look around my room for inspiration for the day my eyes land on her picture and I know today will be okay

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Jan 25, 2015

Jan 25, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC

adamc3

today

I look around my room shadows cast in every direction I look around my room giving all my things a close inspection I look around my room for inspiration for the day my eyes land on her picture and I know today will be okay

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She loves me I love her Man, how my stomach stirs when she says words and when she looks in my direction Let's just say there's blurs I'm not really sure how we ended up here there were fights on the way but hey, I've forgotten them now how can she be so... wow just wow I could talk abut her hair I could talk about her smile I could talk about her.. for quite the while i would probably crawl a mile in a pile of crushed viles Just to hear her say I love you and I know she does from the things she does because throughout the however many months Everything I wanted she was Pause. she just looked this way and I forgot what I was going to say. but anyways I hope she stays so together we can number our days in a number of ways And I can do my favorite thing listen to her say I love you.

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC

adamc3

i love her

She loves me I love her Man, how my stomach stirs when she says words and when she looks in my direction Let's just say there's blurs I'm not really sure how we ended up here there were fights on the way but hey, I've forgotten them now how can she be so... wow just wow I could talk abut her hair I could talk about her smile I could talk about her.. for quite the while i would probably crawl a mile in a pile of crushed viles Just to hear her say I love you and I know she does from the things she does because throughout the however many months Everything I wanted she was Pause. she just looked this way and I forgot what I was going to say. but anyways I hope she stays so together we can number our days in a number of ways And I can do my favorite thing listen to her say I love you.

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