ben-steer - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I just sit here at my desk, on this computer waiting to get a message back from you I do nothing else, I just sit here 'cause I want an answer to something or I just want to imagine the sound of your voice But I know you're off eating breakfast, or reading a good book, or outside, or drawing, or playing piano even though you might not say you're off to do any of those things Sometimes with everything you do as I'm sitting here waiting to hear back from you I almost wish you didn't have better things to do with your time

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May 24, 2013

May 24, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC

Waiting

Sometimes I just sit here at my desk, on this computer waiting to get a message back from you I do nothing else, I just sit here 'cause I want an answer to something or I just want to imagine the sound of your voice But I know you're off eating breakfast, or reading a good book, or outside, or drawing, or playing piano even though you might not say you're off to do any of those things Sometimes with everything you do as I'm sitting here waiting to hear back from you I almost wish you didn't have better things to do with your time

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Happiness Content, copacetic Smiling, laughing, enjoying Hope, liberation, sadness, struggle Crying, suffocating, defeating Ruthless, misunderstood Depression

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Apr 7, 2013

Apr 7, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC

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Happiness Content, copacetic Smiling, laughing, enjoying Hope, liberation, sadness, struggle Crying, suffocating, defeating Ruthless, misunderstood Depression

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Guitars! Some of them are slender, and some are stout. But they all make music just the same. If it's a flat top, it's pretty. If it's electric, it's sleek. Classical ones, too. They're all in harmony with each other. Rock, blues, pop, country, jazz, reggae. Indie, metal, punk, industrial, and ska. All these genres can be united by the same unique sound, the frets that fill the world with every kind of music imaginable. The music resonates across all borders, through all walls, into all ears. It's music that can finally bring us all together.

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Apr 7, 2013

Apr 7, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC

Guitars

Guitars! Some of them are slender, and some are stout. But they all make music just the same. If it's a flat top, it's pretty. If it's electric, it's sleek. Classical ones, too. They're all in harmony with each other. Rock, blues, pop, country, jazz, reggae. Indie, metal, punk, industrial, and ska. All these genres can be united by the same unique sound, the frets that fill the world with every kind of music imaginable. The music resonates across all borders, through all walls, into all ears. It's music that can finally bring us all together.

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Dates Sweet, bitter, Not for everyone An ambiguous gamble of Fruit

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Apr 7, 2013

Apr 7, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC

Dates

Dates Sweet, bitter, Not for everyone An ambiguous gamble of Fruit

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Pay attention to me! Hectic messages made from stressful words Only contribute to your woes. Nevertheless, I'm sure you'll come back to me Eventually.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC

Phone

Pay attention to me! Hectic messages made from stressful words Only contribute to your woes. Nevertheless, I'm sure you'll come back to me Eventually.

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Dry and arid land, Infertile as it remains, Holds beauty as well.

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Apr 2, 2013

Apr 2, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC

The Beholder's Eyes

Dry and arid land, Infertile as it remains, Holds beauty as well.

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Although my thoughts are scattered, Bruised, beaten bare, Clouded, messied, and Dilluted, Each one has weight, as they always did. Filling the room with Great wonder, and fire burning Higher than ever before. Identity is something I have yet to find.

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Apr 2, 2013

Apr 2, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC

Hope

Although my thoughts are scattered, Bruised, beaten bare, Clouded, messied, and Dilluted, Each one has weight, as they always did. Filling the room with Great wonder, and fire burning Higher than ever before. Identity is something I have yet to find.

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I met a woman on a city bus named Maude. I stuck my gum under the seat in a *** She called me a sod, I gave her a nod and said, "it's 'cause I don't believe in God." At the time, I know I was smilin' in an effort to appear so beguilin'. My beliefs, I'd been filin'. Subjected God to no trialin'. Others shoes, I never thought to walk a mile in. Dear Father, who art in Heaven, Is my faith but in Armageddon? If I see no leaven, I'll gather my brethren, and return to the Seven Eleven.

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Jan 16, 2013

Jan 16, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC

Untitled

I met a woman on a city bus named Maude. I stuck my gum under the seat in a *** She called me a sod, I gave her a nod and said, "it's 'cause I don't believe in God." At the time, I know I was smilin' in an effort to appear so beguilin'. My beliefs, I'd been filin'. Subjected God to no trialin'. Others shoes, I never thought to walk a mile in. Dear Father, who art in Heaven, Is my faith but in Armageddon? If I see no leaven, I'll gather my brethren, and return to the Seven Eleven.

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Today, I pretended you were dead. You were no longer living, in my head. My footsteps became heavier than lead, because today, I pretended you were dead. It didn't take long for me to see that I wished it weren't you, that it were me buried in the ground or in the sea, my ashes flowing sweetly in the breeze. I asked you the date; you wouldn't say. You only said the month, and not the day. I guess it doesn't matter, anyway, 'cause when you die, I will never be okay. Today, I pretended you were dead. You were no longer living, in my head. You told me not to cry, or hang my head, so I'll just sit here wishing it were me instead.

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Jan 8, 2013

Jan 8, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC

Today

Today, I pretended you were dead. You were no longer living, in my head. My footsteps became heavier than lead, because today, I pretended you were dead. It didn't take long for me to see that I wished it weren't you, that it were me buried in the ground or in the sea, my ashes flowing sweetly in the breeze. I asked you the date; you wouldn't say. You only said the month, and not the day. I guess it doesn't matter, anyway, 'cause when you die, I will never be okay. Today, I pretended you were dead. You were no longer living, in my head. You told me not to cry, or hang my head, so I'll just sit here wishing it were me instead.

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at night, alone, it seems my heart is ripping at its seams torn by sunset's pull, reaching out, for naught, it seems my heart is ripping at its seams the threads so caref'lly stitched, tightly gripping my blood-bag's crease waiting just for cruel fate's bite or when the day turns into night seeking, almost, to be forgotten, lying, torn, only to turn rotten inside me still, my heartstrings scream whilst from their barren cage, pours steam at daybreak, then, my heart is mended as though the night's events were pretended i know now how the blood can flow and disregard what i think i know my mind is clear, but it seems for naught as again i feel the blood begin to clot slowing, beating, struggling to rest my eyes turn red as the sun sets with the star at noon i feel relief the moon incurs agony, doubt, and grief at night, the dark, alone it seems the ripping seams, it seems… are only in my dreams

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Jan 7, 2013

Jan 7, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC

October

at night, alone, it seems my heart is ripping at its seams torn by sunset's pull, reaching out, for naught, it seems my heart is ripping at its seams the threads so caref'lly stitched, tightly gripping my blood-bag's crease waiting just for cruel fate's bite or when the day turns into night seeking, almost, to be forgotten, lying, torn, only to turn rotten inside me still, my heartstrings scream whilst from their barren cage, pours steam at daybreak, then, my heart is mended as though the night's events were pretended i know now how the blood can flow and disregard what i think i know my mind is clear, but it seems for naught as again i feel the blood begin to clot slowing, beating, struggling to rest my eyes turn red as the sun sets with the star at noon i feel relief the moon incurs agony, doubt, and grief at night, the dark, alone it seems the ripping seams, it seems… are only in my dreams

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