annie-brown - Hello Poetry

There is an empty chair that heads the Christmas table that you my love would fill if only you were able But you're here within our hearts Christmas and every day We all love and miss you terribly every hour you spend away Come home safe to your family your children and your wife That once more we'll be together once more you'll complete my life So with a Christmas wish of peace for you and those under your care I raise my glass to you my love and soldiers everywhere.

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Dec 24, 2010

Dec 24, 2010 at 1:39 PM UTC

An empty chair

There is an empty chair that heads the Christmas table that you my love would fill if only you were able But you're here within our hearts Christmas and every day We all love and miss you terribly every hour you spend away Come home safe to your family your children and your wife That once more we'll be together once more you'll complete my life So with a Christmas wish of peace for you and those under your care I raise my glass to you my love and soldiers everywhere.

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The pain I feel is not my own least the pain that hurts the most For it belongs to another and it hurts more with every post I see his pain in black and white and feel it in my soul Not allowed to help him through it denied his hand to hold And while I'm sat here hurting searching for what to say I would gladly triple what I feel if it took his pain away

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Nov 6, 2010

Nov 6, 2010 at 12:22 PM UTC

By proxy

The pain I feel is not my own least the pain that hurts the most For it belongs to another and it hurts more with every post I see his pain in black and white and feel it in my soul Not allowed to help him through it denied his hand to hold And while I'm sat here hurting searching for what to say I would gladly triple what I feel if it took his pain away

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I can feel the mask is slipping that the cracks are plain to see with every poem that I write people see the real me They see the pain I'm feeling they sense what I have lost and I pray that in their lifetime they never have to face this cost For so long I've been "doing fine" and "What's up?" is "nothing new" But the truth is I've been broken not so cleanly, but in two I tried for so long now to hide it while I regroup and make me whole but the truth is that aint happening the lights gone out, I've lost my soul So for now I'll put the pen down crawl into be and close my eyes And pray that in the morning I'll have the strength to live the lies

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Nov 6, 2010

Nov 6, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC

Cracks

I can feel the mask is slipping that the cracks are plain to see with every poem that I write people see the real me They see the pain I'm feeling they sense what I have lost and I pray that in their lifetime they never have to face this cost For so long I've been "doing fine" and "What's up?" is "nothing new" But the truth is I've been broken not so cleanly, but in two I tried for so long now to hide it while I regroup and make me whole but the truth is that aint happening the lights gone out, I've lost my soul So for now I'll put the pen down crawl into be and close my eyes And pray that in the morning I'll have the strength to live the lies

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I never knew the darkness until it was too late My once knight in shining armour now clad in rusty iron plate The first time I saw the darkness it took me by surprise How such a sweet and gentle man could have such anger in his eyes But the anger couldn’t be contained he had to set the darkness free And though I’m not sure what I did he let it loose on me He said after he was sorry that the fault wasn’t all mine that he would never come at me again he would never cross that line But there’s a darkness lives inside him is it the best that I deserve after all I have to take some blame after all its all I’m worth But I find if I watch what I say make sure he doesn’t get so sad life with him is pretty good and on the whole its not so bad The darkness doesn’t spill out much but he’s my husband I’m his wife and its up to me to do my best to give us both a happy life.

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Oct 24, 2010

Oct 24, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC

His darkness

I never knew the darkness until it was too late My once knight in shining armour now clad in rusty iron plate The first time I saw the darkness it took me by surprise How such a sweet and gentle man could have such anger in his eyes But the anger couldn’t be contained he had to set the darkness free And though I’m not sure what I did he let it loose on me He said after he was sorry that the fault wasn’t all mine that he would never come at me again he would never cross that line But there’s a darkness lives inside him is it the best that I deserve after all I have to take some blame after all its all I’m worth But I find if I watch what I say make sure he doesn’t get so sad life with him is pretty good and on the whole its not so bad The darkness doesn’t spill out much but he’s my husband I’m his wife and its up to me to do my best to give us both a happy life.

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I look back now and can’t see what the rush was all about. I sometimes wonder if it would have been different for both of us if we’d waited. I mean, what was the big deal about getting it done before we were legally allowed to. Did it make it more special, more precious, more anything? It’s kinda sad, the reason I remember it. It’s not because the earth shook or I heard choirs of angels or anything, in truth it was awkward, it was fumbled and it hurt and it didn’t take very long. I just remember it because it was my first. It’s not that I didn’t love you, as much as a girl three weeks shy of her 16th birthday loves anything, it’s just that I wish it had been more. I wish that we had saved each other until we knew what we were doing and knew what it was all about. But how does that work? How can we save ourselves until we’re better at it without doing it first to know what we’re doing wrong. Or doing right. I just wish we’d done it better so I could remember all those things about it, about you, too. I think about you sometimes. I know it’s been nearly 25 years since we last spoke, just because that’s the way life turned out for us. But I wonder where you are and what you’re doing and if your life is everything you wanted it to be. You used to paint such great pictures about what you wanted to do. Although it was never the same picture twice. I bet you’re an artist of some kind. Or a professional dreamer, if there is such a thing. It’s a shame we never kept in touch, but probably for the best. School doesn’t go on forever and neither do the lives we had while we were there. We get grown up lives instead. Lives with mortgages and bills to pay and jobs to do and responsibilities. You and me, well we belonged to a time before that. A time when our biggest worry was if we’d done our homework. But we shared something that we only get to share once. And for all that it wasn’t, I’m glad I shared it with you.

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Oct 1, 2010

Oct 1, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC

Something lost

I look back now and can’t see what the rush was all about. I sometimes wonder if it would have been different for both of us if we’d waited. I mean, what was the big deal about getting it done before we were legally allowed to. Did it make it more special, more precious, more anything? It’s kinda sad, the reason I remember it. It’s not because the earth shook or I heard choirs of angels or anything, in truth it was awkward, it was fumbled and it hurt and it didn’t take very long. I just remember it because it was my first. It’s not that I didn’t love you, as much as a girl three weeks shy of her 16th birthday loves anything, it’s just that I wish it had been more. I wish that we had saved each other until we knew what we were doing and knew what it was all about. But how does that work? How can we save ourselves until we’re better at it without doing it first to know what we’re doing wrong. Or doing right. I just wish we’d done it better so I could remember all those things about it, about you, too. I think about you sometimes. I know it’s been nearly 25 years since we last spoke, just because that’s the way life turned out for us. But I wonder where you are and what you’re doing and if your life is everything you wanted it to be. You used to paint such great pictures about what you wanted to do. Although it was never the same picture twice. I bet you’re an artist of some kind. Or a professional dreamer, if there is such a thing. It’s a shame we never kept in touch, but probably for the best. School doesn’t go on forever and neither do the lives we had while we were there. We get grown up lives instead. Lives with mortgages and bills to pay and jobs to do and responsibilities. You and me, well we belonged to a time before that. A time when our biggest worry was if we’d done our homework. But we shared something that we only get to share once. And for all that it wasn’t, I’m glad I shared it with you.

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Think of me when I am gone but do so without a frown for I'm no longer of this earth I'm just elsewhere looking down

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Sep 22, 2010

Sep 22, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC

When I'm gone

Think of me when I am gone but do so without a frown for I'm no longer of this earth I'm just elsewhere looking down

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I wait for you by candlelight in the rocker by the door knowing it is far too late but waiting evermore the roads they are not safe night with bandits all around and I know my brave brave husband would fight and stand his ground the clock ticks on in silence as minutes turn to hours how can I shed this fear as my courage it devours ears strained I listen to every crack and howl recognizing in an instant the sound of play thats fowl the sound of running horses the clash of sharpened sabers shouts and cries of agony toward death its author labours but with the silence of the night noises carried on the breeze could be the battle close at hand or off a thousand leagues I clutch my breast and hold my breath as a shadow comes to sight of an injured wounded man still bloodied from the fight I rush to catch him as he falls praise be that he is you you're exhausted, wounded, bleeding but with gods help you'll make it through and finally we make it home but I'm afraid I must lament "you bought semi skimmed you idiot, I wanted 2 percent!" Men! They can never get anything right!

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Aug 20, 2010

Aug 20, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC

Spilled milk

I wait for you by candlelight in the rocker by the door knowing it is far too late but waiting evermore the roads they are not safe night with bandits all around and I know my brave brave husband would fight and stand his ground the clock ticks on in silence as minutes turn to hours how can I shed this fear as my courage it devours ears strained I listen to every crack and howl recognizing in an instant the sound of play thats fowl the sound of running horses the clash of sharpened sabers shouts and cries of agony toward death its author labours but with the silence of the night noises carried on the breeze could be the battle close at hand or off a thousand leagues I clutch my breast and hold my breath as a shadow comes to sight of an injured wounded man still bloodied from the fight I rush to catch him as he falls praise be that he is you you're exhausted, wounded, bleeding but with gods help you'll make it through and finally we make it home but I'm afraid I must lament "you bought semi skimmed you idiot, I wanted 2 percent!" Men! They can never get anything right!

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For so long I have been without convinced passion bit the dust and then one day you came along and somehow lit the lust. Your words were sheer poetry emotion did not hide perhaps that was the spark that lit the fire inside. Now I remember how it feels my passions I will trust Get your *** here loverboy to be with you I must.

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Aug 5, 2010

Aug 5, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC

Lust

For so long I have been without convinced passion bit the dust and then one day you came along and somehow lit the lust. Your words were sheer poetry emotion did not hide perhaps that was the spark that lit the fire inside. Now I remember how it feels my passions I will trust Get your *** here loverboy to be with you I must.

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It used to be when I was three you'd pick up a shell and hear the sea But now we cant do that no more as oil comes flooding to our shore And when my little girl is three there'll be no shells left, thanks BP.

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Aug 5, 2010

Aug 5, 2010 at 4:21 PM UTC

No more shells

It used to be when I was three you'd pick up a shell and hear the sea But now we cant do that no more as oil comes flooding to our shore And when my little girl is three there'll be no shells left, thanks BP.

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So forever lasted five short years before you turned my smile to tears before you threw my love away almost five years ago today Happy anniversary ******** !

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Aug 5, 2010

Aug 5, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC

(A not so) Happy Anniversary

So forever lasted five short years before you turned my smile to tears before you threw my love away almost five years ago today Happy anniversary ******** !

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