andrew-monroe - Hello Poetry

The way you always held me With gentle arms I can’t forget Memories so clear and vivid Tho we’ve never met Tho we’ve never met I’ve always known you’re there I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair? What’s the color of your hair? What’s the sound of your name? Tho I’ve never heard it I want to hear it again To hear it again Like a thousand times before When will I meet you? When will you arrive back at my door? When will you arrive back at my door? It seems you’re running late Tho I’ve never met you I wonder why you make me wait I wonder why you make me wait You know how much I care I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair?

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Oct 5, 2013

Oct 5, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC

andrew-monroe

The Color of Your Hair

The way you always held me With gentle arms I can’t forget Memories so clear and vivid Tho we’ve never met Tho we’ve never met I’ve always known you’re there I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair? What’s the color of your hair? What’s the sound of your name? Tho I’ve never heard it I want to hear it again To hear it again Like a thousand times before When will I meet you? When will you arrive back at my door? When will you arrive back at my door? It seems you’re running late Tho I’ve never met you I wonder why you make me wait I wonder why you make me wait You know how much I care I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair?

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I stand alone Frozen, frightened, without power Can I stay the course for one more day? Perhaps one more hour? This pain is gripping Can I make it one more day? The loneliness is crushing My familiar habits could take all that away Forty-three years I've been like this Never jailed nor hospitalized All this time, I've managed to get by But for a wounded soul and tearful eyes Too proud to ask for help Too weak to make it without Can I stay the course for one more day? Will I be beaten by fear and doubt? Maybe I can slip across the line Maybe just for a day I know that's a lie Perhaps I can convince myself anyway Every moment that goes by I miss her warm seductive gaze Couldn't we dance one more time For an hour or a couple of days? I know that won't work This sickness she can't heal Perhaps peace lies only Is in the taste of the gunsmith's steel I've been to a meeting Actually four There, I saw something else Do those people have something more? These people who meet These people who share How could they help me? Why should they care? To them … I'm a stranger To me … I'm a shame So why the warm embrace? Why do they even remember my name? They talk of a Higher Power Can such a thing be? But the question is moot He would never want me I fell wounded to my knees A prayer slipped out My vision a bit clearer Less blurred by fear and doubt If I ask for more Will He grant it to me? Maybe wisdom and courage Perhaps acceptance and serenity But if God is just I should be punished without end Instead ... a glimmer of hope Instead ... a way to begin Now, could I tell this in the rooms? No, that's too naked - too daring But maybe I'm wrong Perhaps this is the stuff of sharing

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC

andrew-monroe

Perhaps and Maybe

I stand alone Frozen, frightened, without power Can I stay the course for one more day? Perhaps one more hour? This pain is gripping Can I make it one more day? The loneliness is crushing My familiar habits could take all that away Forty-three years I've been like this Never jailed nor hospitalized All this time, I've managed to get by But for a wounded soul and tearful eyes Too proud to ask for help Too weak to make it without Can I stay the course for one more day? Will I be beaten by fear and doubt? Maybe I can slip across the line Maybe just for a day I know that's a lie Perhaps I can convince myself anyway Every moment that goes by I miss her warm seductive gaze Couldn't we dance one more time For an hour or a couple of days? I know that won't work This sickness she can't heal Perhaps peace lies only Is in the taste of the gunsmith's steel I've been to a meeting Actually four There, I saw something else Do those people have something more? These people who meet These people who share How could they help me? Why should they care? To them … I'm a stranger To me … I'm a shame So why the warm embrace? Why do they even remember my name? They talk of a Higher Power Can such a thing be? But the question is moot He would never want me I fell wounded to my knees A prayer slipped out My vision a bit clearer Less blurred by fear and doubt If I ask for more Will He grant it to me? Maybe wisdom and courage Perhaps acceptance and serenity But if God is just I should be punished without end Instead ... a glimmer of hope Instead ... a way to begin Now, could I tell this in the rooms? No, that's too naked - too daring But maybe I'm wrong Perhaps this is the stuff of sharing

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Let me tell you what I want…. I want to read Somerset Maugham and Aldous Huxley and Leonard Cohen and Mary Oliver I want to hike bits of the Appalachian Trail and take long walks in the hills around Snowdonia I want to ride about in the DC Metro and the London Underground I want to explore small towns and big cities I want to eat lunch in quaint little bistros and have dinner at the table in my yard I want to browse through antique stores and fancy boutiques I want to play with dogs and rub their bellies I want to take long drives without a destination in mind I want to waste an entire Sunday at home talking about everything and doing nothing I want to build a fire and watch a movie I want to sit on the couch and sip tea Most of all, I want to do these things with you Don't let your addiction take this away With all the bits of my heart….

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Sep 25, 2013

Sep 25, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC

andrew-monroe

Please, Cate

Let me tell you what I want…. I want to read Somerset Maugham and Aldous Huxley and Leonard Cohen and Mary Oliver I want to hike bits of the Appalachian Trail and take long walks in the hills around Snowdonia I want to ride about in the DC Metro and the London Underground I want to explore small towns and big cities I want to eat lunch in quaint little bistros and have dinner at the table in my yard I want to browse through antique stores and fancy boutiques I want to play with dogs and rub their bellies I want to take long drives without a destination in mind I want to waste an entire Sunday at home talking about everything and doing nothing I want to build a fire and watch a movie I want to sit on the couch and sip tea Most of all, I want to do these things with you Don't let your addiction take this away With all the bits of my heart….

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For so long I knew That I wouldn’t want anyone Who would want me For so long I knew That anyone I wanted Couldn’t want me So how can it be That I am with the only one I would want to want me And how can it be That it’s you who I want And it’s you who wants me

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Sep 26, 2012

Sep 26, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC

andrew-monroe

Beth

For so long I knew That I wouldn’t want anyone Who would want me For so long I knew That anyone I wanted Couldn’t want me So how can it be That I am with the only one I would want to want me And how can it be That it’s you who I want And it’s you who wants me

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If you see my potential If you see how I can change If you see the amazing things I could be Please leave now If I show you my scars and you think they can heal If I have a few pounds you think I can loose If you have faith my income can grow Please leave now If you know I could be all you want me to be If you know I can overcome all of this If you know I can become the man you want Please leave now If you see differences but not shortcomings If you see unique oddities that add to my charm If you describe my quirks as adorable If this version of me is complete enough for you Then stay a while

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Sep 23, 2012

Sep 23, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC

andrew-monroe

If

If you see my potential If you see how I can change If you see the amazing things I could be Please leave now If I show you my scars and you think they can heal If I have a few pounds you think I can loose If you have faith my income can grow Please leave now If you know I could be all you want me to be If you know I can overcome all of this If you know I can become the man you want Please leave now If you see differences but not shortcomings If you see unique oddities that add to my charm If you describe my quirks as adorable If this version of me is complete enough for you Then stay a while

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Arms held out Like slender branches without leaves Unable to receive the sun Waiting Tired – and waiting Till when? For what?

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Sep 22, 2012

Sep 22, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC

andrew-monroe

Empty

Arms held out Like slender branches without leaves Unable to receive the sun Waiting Tired – and waiting Till when? For what?

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