camgodfreypoems - Hello Poetry

The windows crack and splintered glass cuts the silence Diluted in its form, ever-present consternation shields against the fear Blacker than her sheets, the softly spoken anecdotes with simple revelations Help to carve a smile in my ear. Empty dreams replace the falling; morning as a time of day Presumptive promises share the space While water streams and insides scream She moves with effervescent grace. Warning signs are absent in her voice As I shy away from independent thinking Blocking out their ploys before they play Perhaps, the present highs outweigh the sinking.

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May 21, 2016

May 21, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC

The Present Highs

The windows crack and splintered glass cuts the silence Diluted in its form, ever-present consternation shields against the fear Blacker than her sheets, the softly spoken anecdotes with simple revelations Help to carve a smile in my ear. Empty dreams replace the falling; morning as a time of day Presumptive promises share the space While water streams and insides scream She moves with effervescent grace. Warning signs are absent in her voice As I shy away from independent thinking Blocking out their ploys before they play Perhaps, the present highs outweigh the sinking.

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Platinum wishes; handfuls of disease Ostentatious, drifting memories They meld into one, fall to your knees Conscripted love, forced to believe. The pleasant hours often show The check is signalled, liquor flows Kisses stick like rain upon clothed skin Every touch a knowing nod to sin. We’re all that’s left Mere animated corpses on the Earth The adults of our dreams are trees instead of ants Ambition while it’s stable never lasts. All complex emotions hide beneath Nothing of the topics which we’d agreed Slights as smooth as slippers on our feet Insults fly like hail; dense as sleet. Your warmth is my addiction, doomed to always splinter Sneaking bottles inside of psych wards Voices prized above, not untoward. The faintest of conclusions lack the foresight to predict Complications always rise They never sink.

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC

Every Touch a Knowing Nod to Sin

Platinum wishes; handfuls of disease Ostentatious, drifting memories They meld into one, fall to your knees Conscripted love, forced to believe. The pleasant hours often show The check is signalled, liquor flows Kisses stick like rain upon clothed skin Every touch a knowing nod to sin. We’re all that’s left Mere animated corpses on the Earth The adults of our dreams are trees instead of ants Ambition while it’s stable never lasts. All complex emotions hide beneath Nothing of the topics which we’d agreed Slights as smooth as slippers on our feet Insults fly like hail; dense as sleet. Your warmth is my addiction, doomed to always splinter Sneaking bottles inside of psych wards Voices prized above, not untoward. The faintest of conclusions lack the foresight to predict Complications always rise They never sink.

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VERSE Is that where we fell short, ignoring all our options that weren't an honest picture of ourselves? Why spend a lifetime searching for the answers when no-one even cared to ask themselves? PRE-CHORUS You stood, lit by the moonlight, standing by the gate. Words laced with alcohol, reeling from your tongue. I thought this would never happen - turns out it won't. In the brief pause before our kiss, we ignored the signs. CHORUS It's different to hers, but no less enjoyable. That evening was ours, and her dress fell off her shoulders.

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May 2, 2016

May 2, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC

Moonlight

VERSE Is that where we fell short, ignoring all our options that weren't an honest picture of ourselves? Why spend a lifetime searching for the answers when no-one even cared to ask themselves? PRE-CHORUS You stood, lit by the moonlight, standing by the gate. Words laced with alcohol, reeling from your tongue. I thought this would never happen - turns out it won't. In the brief pause before our kiss, we ignored the signs. CHORUS It's different to hers, but no less enjoyable. That evening was ours, and her dress fell off her shoulders.

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VERSE 1 Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works. Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion... She's as ruthless as the best of them. PRE-CHORUS You'll always love her in the end X2 CHORUS Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive. These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own. VERSE 2 It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in. You're a victim to her persuasive skills. It's an art-form of suggestion. PRE-CHORUS CHORUS BRIDGE CHORUS X2

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC

Skeletons

VERSE 1 Portrayed as the girl next door, she'll rip your heart out and manipulate the way your mind works. Just forget how she looks, it's an illusion... She's as ruthless as the best of them. PRE-CHORUS You'll always love her in the end X2 CHORUS Darkness falls before you realise all your skeletons have come alive. These are the thoughts that haunt you, just another mistake you've made on your own. VERSE 2 It doesn't matter the advice you hear, she's already ****** you in. You're a victim to her persuasive skills. It's an art-form of suggestion. PRE-CHORUS CHORUS BRIDGE CHORUS X2

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VERSE The path we're on won't mean a thing unless we have success; they're always breathing down our necks. I don't want us to be the kind of people whose lives are a chore, the ones that we'd ignore with their forced intimacy. PRE-CHORUS While we do have fun, when it's all said and done, what will we have left in reserve? CHORUS Don't waste your breath like lighter fluid and watch it burn out twice as fast. The rush to mature is just a race to a vision of the life you could have had. When your imagination starts to rust, you'll just become a husk of your former self, and the fun we had will be an unpleasant reminder that it's coming to an end. BRIDGE With a foot in the grave, there's no point running wild. Take advantage of the time you've got and the people by your side. Don't let her get away.

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC

Lighter Fluid

VERSE The path we're on won't mean a thing unless we have success; they're always breathing down our necks. I don't want us to be the kind of people whose lives are a chore, the ones that we'd ignore with their forced intimacy. PRE-CHORUS While we do have fun, when it's all said and done, what will we have left in reserve? CHORUS Don't waste your breath like lighter fluid and watch it burn out twice as fast. The rush to mature is just a race to a vision of the life you could have had. When your imagination starts to rust, you'll just become a husk of your former self, and the fun we had will be an unpleasant reminder that it's coming to an end. BRIDGE With a foot in the grave, there's no point running wild. Take advantage of the time you've got and the people by your side. Don't let her get away.

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