austin-weaver - Hello Poetry

It hurts to realize that wolves have bright eyes

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC

It hurts to realize that wolves have bright eyes

Trumpets blaring clouds parting all staring in a roar He's come! He's come! He's come again we've too long ached for more! Indeed my children I've woke again with three years under my belt I've been up and I've been down I've been numb and even felt No longer a boy of sixteen years as my journey here had begun But you don't care, I have like- what?- three followers? anyways, I'm nineteen now. and don't bother, I'll make applause noises for myself with my mouth.

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC

to no one

Trumpets blaring clouds parting all staring in a roar He's come! He's come! He's come again we've too long ached for more! Indeed my children I've woke again with three years under my belt I've been up and I've been down I've been numb and even felt No longer a boy of sixteen years as my journey here had begun But you don't care, I have like- what?- three followers? anyways, I'm nineteen now. and don't bother, I'll make applause noises for myself with my mouth.

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Scream Scream Say something. Solemnly staring, Silence seems. So so empty, Silence seems. I shouldn't have used That ******* "e" "S" is no longer The letter beginning. *********

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC

Lighten up.

Scream Scream Say something. Solemnly staring, Silence seems. So so empty, Silence seems. I shouldn't have used That ******* "e" "S" is no longer The letter beginning. *********

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Its the strangest thing, That feeling i get. The one that crawls in my skin. The one that breaks a sweat. It leaves so much heartbreak In my melancholy mind. It makes me hate life But yet never want to die. Its stupid, It makes me feel like a child, And the pain is so real, But the scar is so mild. It tears at my heart, that i thought couldn't feel, It leaves me to die, but i don't.

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Mar 2, 2012

Mar 2, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC

The Strangest Thing

Its the strangest thing, That feeling i get. The one that crawls in my skin. The one that breaks a sweat. It leaves so much heartbreak In my melancholy mind. It makes me hate life But yet never want to die. Its stupid, It makes me feel like a child, And the pain is so real, But the scar is so mild. It tears at my heart, that i thought couldn't feel, It leaves me to die, but i don't.

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Am i a Poet? Am i just a person with an average vocabulary and some emotions? Am i more? Am i less? Or am i a silly individual with a thought and a blank page? Its the one question You can answer And i can't.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC

Poet

Am i a Poet? Am i just a person with an average vocabulary and some emotions? Am i more? Am i less? Or am i a silly individual with a thought and a blank page? Its the one question You can answer And i can't.

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My music rests on a page. It plays silently. Without a warning. Without a sound. Without cause. But with feeling. It needs only the melody of the words. Words that play softly in tune and harmony. They ease my mind into peace. And continue to ring Without sound.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC

Melody

My music rests on a page. It plays silently. Without a warning. Without a sound. Without cause. But with feeling. It needs only the melody of the words. Words that play softly in tune and harmony. They ease my mind into peace. And continue to ring Without sound.

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Hello Love, It's sickening to begin again But loneliness has ran its course And left me time to think again Hi Love, You can come and do your best, But of the two, I've learned from you That hate hurts even less. Hopefully one day I'll see, With apathy having befallen me, That all this time I spent alone Was even worse than I could see. Hello Love, It was you i loved the most, But until your feeling differs from hate, I'll be right here, Alone.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC

Hello Love

Hello Love, It's sickening to begin again But loneliness has ran its course And left me time to think again Hi Love, You can come and do your best, But of the two, I've learned from you That hate hurts even less. Hopefully one day I'll see, With apathy having befallen me, That all this time I spent alone Was even worse than I could see. Hello Love, It was you i loved the most, But until your feeling differs from hate, I'll be right here, Alone.

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