anthony-drake - Hello Poetry

I can feel it. When I'm across from you. I can feel it. When I'm lost with you. I can feel it. When I'm home with you. I can feel it. When I'm inside of you. I can feel it. When I'm torn from you. I can feel it. Can you? Your eyes say no. Your hands feel cold. Your heart yells no. You break the hold. Can you feel it? Can you FEEL it? Can you stop lying And just try to? When you lie with him That's when I know you do. But with me it's all empty. You can't feel it. But I do. And you know it. You can feel that I feel it. So you use me up till I'm empty too. Because you're angry that I'm feeling you When you can't even begin to feel you. You give your love to he who hates you Because only he can begin to relate to you With me you share just your bitter hatred Because I love you in spite of you Inside you're raging Inside you're crying Inside you're broken. But you secretly love it too. And I can feel it. I feel scared. I feel alone. I feel trapped. I feel... I feel... I FEEL YOU.

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC

anthony-drake

Feel it

I can feel it. When I'm across from you. I can feel it. When I'm lost with you. I can feel it. When I'm home with you. I can feel it. When I'm inside of you. I can feel it. When I'm torn from you. I can feel it. Can you? Your eyes say no. Your hands feel cold. Your heart yells no. You break the hold. Can you feel it? Can you FEEL it? Can you stop lying And just try to? When you lie with him That's when I know you do. But with me it's all empty. You can't feel it. But I do. And you know it. You can feel that I feel it. So you use me up till I'm empty too. Because you're angry that I'm feeling you When you can't even begin to feel you. You give your love to he who hates you Because only he can begin to relate to you With me you share just your bitter hatred Because I love you in spite of you Inside you're raging Inside you're crying Inside you're broken. But you secretly love it too. And I can feel it. I feel scared. I feel alone. I feel trapped. I feel... I feel... I FEEL YOU.

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It's inside me. It never leaves. It pretends to love. Really though, it just feeds. It feeds voraciously, never satisfied. I lie courageously, behind a web I hide. The hunger is never sated. My life seems so badly fated. I am a slave to the empty soul inside that feeds on others standing beside. Love won't ever sate the beast. Hate cannot deny the beast. Tears do not assuage the beast. Fears do not delay the beast. And yet I only love the beast. I let it rise inside like a spiritual yeast. I let it rule my mind where it loves to feast. I don't hate this thing inside of me... I am a willing pawn of the beast. Despite all the beast requires as payment, Life, Liberty, and Eternal Enslavement I still adore this beast. I love being its pavement As it tramples my being Until I'm soul spent, godless, and unbelieving. And so I slowly degrade Destroying lives as I fade Into the nothingness the beast's desire has made For this beast inside me is more than a shade It's an enveloping night, the reality to my charade. So in my mind like in a booth I contemplate this reality uncouth And I have come to an understanding... The man is a lie, the beast is my truth.

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC

anthony-drake

The Beast

It's inside me. It never leaves. It pretends to love. Really though, it just feeds. It feeds voraciously, never satisfied. I lie courageously, behind a web I hide. The hunger is never sated. My life seems so badly fated. I am a slave to the empty soul inside that feeds on others standing beside. Love won't ever sate the beast. Hate cannot deny the beast. Tears do not assuage the beast. Fears do not delay the beast. And yet I only love the beast. I let it rise inside like a spiritual yeast. I let it rule my mind where it loves to feast. I don't hate this thing inside of me... I am a willing pawn of the beast. Despite all the beast requires as payment, Life, Liberty, and Eternal Enslavement I still adore this beast. I love being its pavement As it tramples my being Until I'm soul spent, godless, and unbelieving. And so I slowly degrade Destroying lives as I fade Into the nothingness the beast's desire has made For this beast inside me is more than a shade It's an enveloping night, the reality to my charade. So in my mind like in a booth I contemplate this reality uncouth And I have come to an understanding... The man is a lie, the beast is my truth.

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I swim alone in this ocean of emasculation Not knowing how to find emancipation From this feeling of destined damnation And all you say is **** you. I beg you to help me find salvation To free me from these heart palpitations To help me find my self-identification And all you say is **** you. I need real *********** From your love and physical sensation Due to our supposed relation And all you say is **** you. And so I do. And I begin to hate you. And I begin to see through. Through all of you. You know what? **** You.

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Jan 31, 2013

Jan 31, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC

anthony-drake

All you say...

I swim alone in this ocean of emasculation Not knowing how to find emancipation From this feeling of destined damnation And all you say is **** you. I beg you to help me find salvation To free me from these heart palpitations To help me find my self-identification And all you say is **** you. I need real *********** From your love and physical sensation Due to our supposed relation And all you say is **** you. And so I do. And I begin to hate you. And I begin to see through. Through all of you. You know what? **** You.

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Love. The only feeling that is HATE FEAR POWER *** SACRIFICE DEATH LIFE SADNESS JOY and so many others...to so many others...for so many others... So why do we crave it? Why do we blame it? Why do we enslave it? Why do we **** it? Why do we steal it? Why do we covet it? Why do we lust for it? How can this be love? Love can be a sickness A disease A plague A fog A haze An addiction An affliction. So why do they say it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all? Because we are all crazy. And we don't even know it. And those of us who do are alone and can't control it. I'm in love. And I love it.

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Jun 6, 2010

Jun 6, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC

anthony-drake

We Are All Crazy

Love. The only feeling that is HATE FEAR POWER *** SACRIFICE DEATH LIFE SADNESS JOY and so many others...to so many others...for so many others... So why do we crave it? Why do we blame it? Why do we enslave it? Why do we **** it? Why do we steal it? Why do we covet it? Why do we lust for it? How can this be love? Love can be a sickness A disease A plague A fog A haze An addiction An affliction. So why do they say it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all? Because we are all crazy. And we don't even know it. And those of us who do are alone and can't control it. I'm in love. And I love it.

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Why did I see you as a hero for so long? I thought you were the one amongst the throng The one who would last through the short and the long And then you showed your true colors... Not the red and blue of superman Or the midnight black of that bat of a man Not the shining green of the lantern man Or the yellow and black of the gruff clawed man But the sickly green of a rotting bog The hazy gray of a blinding fog The sickly yellow that drifts off stinking dogs The deepest black before my hopeless nod The nod of self-realization that nothing was as you said You just threw me to the dead My mind coming out of my head As I screamed your name and saw thick hot red. Then I knew for the first time ever That life can not be lived forever That since your dead and we're not together My hero must be myself or death in this weather And the forecast is rain from below the forehead and above the nose.

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May 8, 2010

May 8, 2010 at 7:47 AM UTC

anthony-drake

Heroic Passing

Why did I see you as a hero for so long? I thought you were the one amongst the throng The one who would last through the short and the long And then you showed your true colors... Not the red and blue of superman Or the midnight black of that bat of a man Not the shining green of the lantern man Or the yellow and black of the gruff clawed man But the sickly green of a rotting bog The hazy gray of a blinding fog The sickly yellow that drifts off stinking dogs The deepest black before my hopeless nod The nod of self-realization that nothing was as you said You just threw me to the dead My mind coming out of my head As I screamed your name and saw thick hot red. Then I knew for the first time ever That life can not be lived forever That since your dead and we're not together My hero must be myself or death in this weather And the forecast is rain from below the forehead and above the nose.

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You can take the love but that leaves anger You can take the anger but that leaves sadness You can take the sadness but that leaves emptiness You can fill the empty but that gives falsehood You can tell the truth but that reveals nothing Because you're false You're false because you're empty You're empty because you're sad You're sad because you're angry You're angry that you're lover is false. You love yourself.

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May 8, 2010

May 8, 2010 at 7:19 AM UTC

anthony-drake

A Vicious Cycle

You can take the love but that leaves anger You can take the anger but that leaves sadness You can take the sadness but that leaves emptiness You can fill the empty but that gives falsehood You can tell the truth but that reveals nothing Because you're false You're false because you're empty You're empty because you're sad You're sad because you're angry You're angry that you're lover is false. You love yourself.

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They live in my mind all the time and they don't know. They dwell in my heart all the time and they don't know. They are the cause for it all and they don't know. They are the most precious of my things and they don't know. They cause the sun to shine gray and they dont know. They cause the dark to go away and they don't know. They steal the breath from me and they don't know. They cause the life in me and they don't know. Being without them is a living death An undeath. And I'm scared I'm getting used to the exsistence of this I can feel me dying And yet there is nothing amiss. I feel normal and so I must truly be lost. I feel alive when I know I am not. I feel content when there is only loss. I must be dead and my soul was the cost.

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Apr 19, 2010

Apr 19, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC

anthony-drake

Realization of Unlife

They live in my mind all the time and they don't know. They dwell in my heart all the time and they don't know. They are the cause for it all and they don't know. They are the most precious of my things and they don't know. They cause the sun to shine gray and they dont know. They cause the dark to go away and they don't know. They steal the breath from me and they don't know. They cause the life in me and they don't know. Being without them is a living death An undeath. And I'm scared I'm getting used to the exsistence of this I can feel me dying And yet there is nothing amiss. I feel normal and so I must truly be lost. I feel alive when I know I am not. I feel content when there is only loss. I must be dead and my soul was the cost.

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We sit here and I hear you. I hear you and I feel you. I feel you and I need to. I need to and I see through. I see through and I learn to. I learn to and I give you. I give you and I love to. I love to and I knew you. I knew you so I grew too. I grew too and I lose you. I lose you and I bruise you. I bruise you and I make you. I make you and I feel you. I feel you and I hear you. We sit here and I hear you no more.

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Apr 19, 2010

Apr 19, 2010 at 10:40 PM UTC

anthony-drake

We sit

We sit here and I hear you. I hear you and I feel you. I feel you and I need to. I need to and I see through. I see through and I learn to. I learn to and I give you. I give you and I love to. I love to and I knew you. I knew you so I grew too. I grew too and I lose you. I lose you and I bruise you. I bruise you and I make you. I make you and I feel you. I feel you and I hear you. We sit here and I hear you no more.

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As I sit here wondering what I've done to deserve All the hatred and all the nerve I have finally decided from somewhere deep that action is required cause talk is cheap You promise to give; You promise to stay And the heat of my lust turns my mind to clay That you mold and remodel into something that needs nothing more for life than your *** and bottle And slowly the fear bleeds away And slowly the tears flee away And slowly night turns to day And slowly everythings okay Until the milk dries up. Until the giver gives up. Until the lust burns up. Now the clay churns up. Suprised? Not really. Destroyed? Not fully. Angry? Like the hottest fire on the hottest sun. Action. This man's hallmark. I'm leaving. I would have told you, but talk is cheap.

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Apr 19, 2010

Apr 19, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC

anthony-drake

Leftovers of a Young Love

As I sit here wondering what I've done to deserve All the hatred and all the nerve I have finally decided from somewhere deep that action is required cause talk is cheap You promise to give; You promise to stay And the heat of my lust turns my mind to clay That you mold and remodel into something that needs nothing more for life than your *** and bottle And slowly the fear bleeds away And slowly the tears flee away And slowly night turns to day And slowly everythings okay Until the milk dries up. Until the giver gives up. Until the lust burns up. Now the clay churns up. Suprised? Not really. Destroyed? Not fully. Angry? Like the hottest fire on the hottest sun. Action. This man's hallmark. I'm leaving. I would have told you, but talk is cheap.

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The silent surrender of sacrifice Can sever the soul's inner pride Can quench the thirst for suicide of a secretly smoldering love inside Can cure the sickening sound of sorrow ******* the life from today and tomorrow Can show the side that sanctifies and sweetens others' lonely lives Can save the stricken who always hide the last core of sanity deep inside Can slowly but surely open the eyes of fools and fakes who cauterize and burn the good from all our lives the sullen soldiers of sacred lies who fight a war for no one's side and wish for nothing otherwise a slient surrender from sacrifice.

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Jan 23, 2010

Jan 23, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC

anthony-drake

The Soldiers of Sacrifice

The silent surrender of sacrifice Can sever the soul's inner pride Can quench the thirst for suicide of a secretly smoldering love inside Can cure the sickening sound of sorrow ******* the life from today and tomorrow Can show the side that sanctifies and sweetens others' lonely lives Can save the stricken who always hide the last core of sanity deep inside Can slowly but surely open the eyes of fools and fakes who cauterize and burn the good from all our lives the sullen soldiers of sacred lies who fight a war for no one's side and wish for nothing otherwise a slient surrender from sacrifice.

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