calhoun-poetry - Hello Poetry

One day, I saw her with that man and I chose to look away. She came home and asked me how was my day. I said very nice thank you. I asked her what she did today, nothing she said. Lies. I saw you with that guy I said, I know you were in his bed. I know you think of him when I'm in you, I swear to god I wish you knew. That I, I get hurt with these actions that you do. Is it because I'm a man you thought that I wouldn't care that you cheat, Did you think since I'm the man I wouldn't care if the kitchen wasn't neat. But I do, One day, one day I won't need you. But I just nod my head and say nothing and walk to the room. Just thinking about that one day, that one day I won't need you.

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC

One Day

One day, I saw her with that man and I chose to look away. She came home and asked me how was my day. I said very nice thank you. I asked her what she did today, nothing she said. Lies. I saw you with that guy I said, I know you were in his bed. I know you think of him when I'm in you, I swear to god I wish you knew. That I, I get hurt with these actions that you do. Is it because I'm a man you thought that I wouldn't care that you cheat, Did you think since I'm the man I wouldn't care if the kitchen wasn't neat. But I do, One day, one day I won't need you. But I just nod my head and say nothing and walk to the room. Just thinking about that one day, that one day I won't need you.

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Long hair down to her waist, Small hips beautiful face. I love her smile and her smell, Introduced to her family and I just knew, That girls like her come far and few. I need this girl like how in winter I need fur, And I just know that this is the girl for me and I'm the girl for her.

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC

Her

Long hair down to her waist, Small hips beautiful face. I love her smile and her smell, Introduced to her family and I just knew, That girls like her come far and few. I need this girl like how in winter I need fur, And I just know that this is the girl for me and I'm the girl for her.

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Sunny beams bleach the coast with all varieties of yellow shades Enveloping every plane and surface with their warm glow

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC

Sunrise

Sunny beams bleach the coast with all varieties of yellow shades Enveloping every plane and surface with their warm glow

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All music is is just a composition of sounds Sounds that resonate with the listeners enough to stick around It's an outlet for those with a need to inspire and connect It's a mesh of sounds that tells stories of lessons, tragedies, and loves.

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC

Sounds to Melodies

All music is is just a composition of sounds Sounds that resonate with the listeners enough to stick around It's an outlet for those with a need to inspire and connect It's a mesh of sounds that tells stories of lessons, tragedies, and loves.

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I'm not going to tell you something that you haven't heard a million times before, It's not going to be anything new or inspirational, you won't jump out of your seat but I just want to ask you this one question: Where are you right now... And where do you wish you were? Now a lot of people complain about where they are in life, Oh I'm too fat, oh no body likes me, I'm too slow, I'm not strong enough, I'm not smart enough. But when you ask them how they spend their time it's funny how they never spend time doing the things they say they want to be good at. A person who hates to be fat spends most of their time eating food, and a person who hates being called dumb only watched tv. So I say to you, If you change the way you look at things, The things you look at change.

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Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC

How Bad Do You Want It

I'm not going to tell you something that you haven't heard a million times before, It's not going to be anything new or inspirational, you won't jump out of your seat but I just want to ask you this one question: Where are you right now... And where do you wish you were? Now a lot of people complain about where they are in life, Oh I'm too fat, oh no body likes me, I'm too slow, I'm not strong enough, I'm not smart enough. But when you ask them how they spend their time it's funny how they never spend time doing the things they say they want to be good at. A person who hates to be fat spends most of their time eating food, and a person who hates being called dumb only watched tv. So I say to you, If you change the way you look at things, The things you look at change.

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It's been one and a half hours Slow service Never have I been one to get frustrated with authoritative figures But wow One and a half hours

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC

Slow service

It's been one and a half hours Slow service Never have I been one to get frustrated with authoritative figures But wow One and a half hours

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This little mouse in this house that nobody cares about, He eats his cheese and cleans his hole and never throws a pout. This little mouse in this house that always makes a mess, My mother screams, my brother runs, he's our family's least liked pet. This little mouse in this house that can barley get a meal, He has to run and hide from everything and can only eat if he steals. This little mouse in this house that's just trying to get food for his kids, I wonder if I traded places with him would I notice how hard his life is.

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC

Little Mouse in The House

This little mouse in this house that nobody cares about, He eats his cheese and cleans his hole and never throws a pout. This little mouse in this house that always makes a mess, My mother screams, my brother runs, he's our family's least liked pet. This little mouse in this house that can barley get a meal, He has to run and hide from everything and can only eat if he steals. This little mouse in this house that's just trying to get food for his kids, I wonder if I traded places with him would I notice how hard his life is.

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The day my heart stops beating will be a mystery, They'll see me laying there in my bed just smiling. They'll wonder if I was smiling because of all the rules I've bended, Or they'll be wondering if I'm smiling because my life had ended. I'm curious for when I go to sleep - for my very last time, Will people see me as a blessing or as a freak just like Frankenstein. Will they rejoice and tell tales of how I lived and drink a big glass of wine, Or will they dig me in a ditch so deep where no body can find. I'll never know that's the truth, but that won't stop me from thinking, What people would think of - of my life - the day my heart stops beating. Once my time has come, and Marcus has left this Earth, I'd travel back in time, to see my own birth. How young so sweet, and innocent, Before I learned how to talk and be so belligerent. I learned quickly how to fail and even quicker how to succeed, I had some cuts, some bruises, and everyone now and again I'd bleed, But a tear would come to my eye to see how beautiful of a life I'd lead.

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC

The Day My Heart Stops Beating

The day my heart stops beating will be a mystery, They'll see me laying there in my bed just smiling. They'll wonder if I was smiling because of all the rules I've bended, Or they'll be wondering if I'm smiling because my life had ended. I'm curious for when I go to sleep - for my very last time, Will people see me as a blessing or as a freak just like Frankenstein. Will they rejoice and tell tales of how I lived and drink a big glass of wine, Or will they dig me in a ditch so deep where no body can find. I'll never know that's the truth, but that won't stop me from thinking, What people would think of - of my life - the day my heart stops beating. Once my time has come, and Marcus has left this Earth, I'd travel back in time, to see my own birth. How young so sweet, and innocent, Before I learned how to talk and be so belligerent. I learned quickly how to fail and even quicker how to succeed, I had some cuts, some bruises, and everyone now and again I'd bleed, But a tear would come to my eye to see how beautiful of a life I'd lead.

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Your hair is the least substantial yet most outwardly striking part of you Like a pillow coming out of a dryer, A perfect cliff before slowing descending back down I can never get over your hair soft and with allegedly no gel. Either way Jesus ( who is not white) should be jealous. It’s not just your granted stunning hair that makes me fall for you. Your ability to flip my reality on itself, then twist me the other way before laughing and confessing that you were facing another direction completely. I will never know which direction you raced, nor do I care all in good fun and to show off. A laid back disposition calm, easy a scholarly gentleman. Don’t mistake me for some fool, finding music then falling for the guy playing the harp. Also for the readers if you have any problem with this poem about how gay it is for a guy to serenade another guy, I would strongly advise you to make sure your calendar is set to the correct decade.

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC

Your hair

Your hair is the least substantial yet most outwardly striking part of you Like a pillow coming out of a dryer, A perfect cliff before slowing descending back down I can never get over your hair soft and with allegedly no gel. Either way Jesus ( who is not white) should be jealous. It’s not just your granted stunning hair that makes me fall for you. Your ability to flip my reality on itself, then twist me the other way before laughing and confessing that you were facing another direction completely. I will never know which direction you raced, nor do I care all in good fun and to show off. A laid back disposition calm, easy a scholarly gentleman. Don’t mistake me for some fool, finding music then falling for the guy playing the harp. Also for the readers if you have any problem with this poem about how gay it is for a guy to serenade another guy, I would strongly advise you to make sure your calendar is set to the correct decade.

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Darkness nervously approaches people and is quiet and awkward. Rumors begin to swirl about what a mean person darknesses is what she hides. As if a light was thrown people stop hanging out with Darkness. The rumors swirl into facts. She is untrustworthy and her name is now a bad word. Dangerous people start doing their business with Darkness. She allows it her, figuring they will go away soon. They don’t and soon people who don’t care for her enter her house, only interested in what she hides. Light sends a message to Darkness: What a loser, only professionals and the slickest trust me. Darkness stares into distant Light and is in awe of her variety and how she is not herself just the opposite of light. Darkness looks at her spots and cries about the uneven distance between her spots about how everyone sees her differently. Just one star, Light feels for Darkness. Slowly Light’s feelings light up, and like a series of candles random pockets of her pop on. Light and Darkness grow used to seeing other’s silhouettes and slowly start hanging out closer, sharing the sky, careful not to negate each other Light starts to defend Darkness. Slowly, saying Darkness sure is a pain but she adds another layer to everything, she doesn’t like those who visit her any more than you do. She just has to be everywhere that I’m not. Darkness starts to grow fond of Light and has a light-bulb moment when she realizes that Light needs her the same way she needs Light, yet they can never grow too close, always a barrier in-between them, weather it be distance or a wall. Long distance friends, they settle knowing that they will negate each other, almost seeing each other.

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC

Light and Dark

Darkness nervously approaches people and is quiet and awkward. Rumors begin to swirl about what a mean person darknesses is what she hides. As if a light was thrown people stop hanging out with Darkness. The rumors swirl into facts. She is untrustworthy and her name is now a bad word. Dangerous people start doing their business with Darkness. She allows it her, figuring they will go away soon. They don’t and soon people who don’t care for her enter her house, only interested in what she hides. Light sends a message to Darkness: What a loser, only professionals and the slickest trust me. Darkness stares into distant Light and is in awe of her variety and how she is not herself just the opposite of light. Darkness looks at her spots and cries about the uneven distance between her spots about how everyone sees her differently. Just one star, Light feels for Darkness. Slowly Light’s feelings light up, and like a series of candles random pockets of her pop on. Light and Darkness grow used to seeing other’s silhouettes and slowly start hanging out closer, sharing the sky, careful not to negate each other Light starts to defend Darkness. Slowly, saying Darkness sure is a pain but she adds another layer to everything, she doesn’t like those who visit her any more than you do. She just has to be everywhere that I’m not. Darkness starts to grow fond of Light and has a light-bulb moment when she realizes that Light needs her the same way she needs Light, yet they can never grow too close, always a barrier in-between them, weather it be distance or a wall. Long distance friends, they settle knowing that they will negate each other, almost seeing each other.

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