aubrey-valdez - Hello Poetry

I saw you today. You looked just as good as the day I met you. Your hair was slicked back, just like I remembered. You were wearing your favorite shirt. Your shoes, Your lips, Your hands, all the same. But your eyes have changed, my dear. They have her reflection in them, instead of mine.

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

I saw you today

I saw you today. You looked just as good as the day I met you. Your hair was slicked back, just like I remembered. You were wearing your favorite shirt. Your shoes, Your lips, Your hands, all the same. But your eyes have changed, my dear. They have her reflection in them, instead of mine.

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There once was a rat, a gym rat that is When it came to fitness he was a wiz. Powder and chicken was all he consumed. All of the other foods were surely doomed. Ripping, rushing, running around the town. He liked to pick things up and put them down. From his traps to calves, his muscles were ripped. Pushing and pulling, the scales he would tip. His veins did pop like pink birthday balloons. His buns resembled big-booty baboons. Many beads of sweat would drip down his face. Gallons of water he’d drink case by case. Visions of protein shakes danced through his head. Others that trained with him soon would be dead. The rat would pump iron day after day. But, out of the gym his life was astray. White tank tops, jean shorts, and sneaks he would wear. In hopes that all the fit ladies would stare. Alas poor gym rat could not catch a mate. Perhaps, a brain workout would score him a date.

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

Gym Rat

There once was a rat, a gym rat that is When it came to fitness he was a wiz. Powder and chicken was all he consumed. All of the other foods were surely doomed. Ripping, rushing, running around the town. He liked to pick things up and put them down. From his traps to calves, his muscles were ripped. Pushing and pulling, the scales he would tip. His veins did pop like pink birthday balloons. His buns resembled big-booty baboons. Many beads of sweat would drip down his face. Gallons of water he’d drink case by case. Visions of protein shakes danced through his head. Others that trained with him soon would be dead. The rat would pump iron day after day. But, out of the gym his life was astray. White tank tops, jean shorts, and sneaks he would wear. In hopes that all the fit ladies would stare. Alas poor gym rat could not catch a mate. Perhaps, a brain workout would score him a date.

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Worn glass vase on window sill Thin yet steady Tall and still Empty, no substance within its seams I wonder dear vase, does the emptiness make you scream? Does it bother you, vase, that you have nothing inside? No emotion, no flowers, with nothing to be eyed? I understand dear vase, you have been through much Through firey kilns and rugged hands touch Perhaps if I had been through that, it would be my preference too It is easier, vase, to remain empty and untrue

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Jun 30, 2015

Jun 30, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC

aubrey-valdez

Glass Vase

Worn glass vase on window sill Thin yet steady Tall and still Empty, no substance within its seams I wonder dear vase, does the emptiness make you scream? Does it bother you, vase, that you have nothing inside? No emotion, no flowers, with nothing to be eyed? I understand dear vase, you have been through much Through firey kilns and rugged hands touch Perhaps if I had been through that, it would be my preference too It is easier, vase, to remain empty and untrue

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The loud laughter and back woods smoke. The diet coke and offensive jokes. The tall trees blessing us with shade. The polished bench my father made. The arguing daughters, never ending fight. The Wikipedia searches to see who is right. The Patriots games and children roam. Might not sound like much, but hey it's home.

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Jun 12, 2015

Jun 12, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

Home

The loud laughter and back woods smoke. The diet coke and offensive jokes. The tall trees blessing us with shade. The polished bench my father made. The arguing daughters, never ending fight. The Wikipedia searches to see who is right. The Patriots games and children roam. Might not sound like much, but hey it's home.

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I gave you My heart So quickly And without Hesitation That I never Bothered to ask If you wanted it To begin with. And now As I stare at All the messages I sent to you, Each one left Unanswered, I wonder if Maybe I should have.

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aubrey-valdez

Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC

lillian-harris

Unanswered

I gave you My heart So quickly And without Hesitation That I never Bothered to ask If you wanted it To begin with. And now As I stare at All the messages I sent to you, Each one left Unanswered, I wonder if Maybe I should have.

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I thought my heart was mended. I thought my mind was strong. I thought that I was able. Perhaps, these thoughts were wrong. I thought I was a kite, Free from your restrain. I thought I was a wedding dress, Free from your black stain. I thought my legs were sturdy. I thought my conscience, pure. I thought I had moved on. Until I saw you there with her.

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

I thought

I thought my heart was mended. I thought my mind was strong. I thought that I was able. Perhaps, these thoughts were wrong. I thought I was a kite, Free from your restrain. I thought I was a wedding dress, Free from your black stain. I thought my legs were sturdy. I thought my conscience, pure. I thought I had moved on. Until I saw you there with her.

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Please stand, For a moment of silence. Please open you hearts, To let the spirits of the fallen bring you tranquility. Please ponder, The final images sprinting through the minds of those who fought for your freedom. Please remember, The widows that wept at the sight of the American flag draped over a black pine coffin. Please stand, So those who have been silenced do not have to do so alone.

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

60 seconds

Please stand, For a moment of silence. Please open you hearts, To let the spirits of the fallen bring you tranquility. Please ponder, The final images sprinting through the minds of those who fought for your freedom. Please remember, The widows that wept at the sight of the American flag draped over a black pine coffin. Please stand, So those who have been silenced do not have to do so alone.

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Here's to the contrite spirits with broken hearts and enervated minds. To those whose bodies are spent and whose hands are lifeless. To the sleepless eyes and disintegrated hopefuls. To those who have sunk into bitter darkness and can not identify the light. Here's to the lives lost before death.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

To the Contrite Spirits

Here's to the contrite spirits with broken hearts and enervated minds. To those whose bodies are spent and whose hands are lifeless. To the sleepless eyes and disintegrated hopefuls. To those who have sunk into bitter darkness and can not identify the light. Here's to the lives lost before death.

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I look to my left, I see envy. I see hate. I see greed. I look to my right, I see hunger. I see heartache. I see death. I look down, I see lust. I see pain. I see sickness. I look up. I see love. I see hope. I see peace.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

Look up

I look to my left, I see envy. I see hate. I see greed. I look to my right, I see hunger. I see heartache. I see death. I look down, I see lust. I see pain. I see sickness. I look up. I see love. I see hope. I see peace.

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I am fruit snacks and dragon tales. I am trips to the Cape and tan lines. I am country music and pearl earrings. I am black raspberry ice cream and late night drives. I am yoga at noon and apple picking in the fall. I am Loud. I am Loved. I am Alive.

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Feb 26, 2015

Feb 26, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC

aubrey-valdez

I am

I am fruit snacks and dragon tales. I am trips to the Cape and tan lines. I am country music and pearl earrings. I am black raspberry ice cream and late night drives. I am yoga at noon and apple picking in the fall. I am Loud. I am Loved. I am Alive.

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