caroline-little - Hello Poetry

I'm always so tired I've always gotta sad sad song at heart My eyes are so wired I turn the act of misery into an art There's no telling why I'm here There's no saying where I belong I'm always so tired I've always got a sad sad song. I'm always so cold I've never done a good thing either way I'm feeling so old I've got a feeling that any day I'll just fall into pieces I'll just tumble until I hit the ground I'm always so cold My heart barely even makes a sound I'm always so far. I never understood the way you live your life I'll always be far. I'll always be the one messing up your light I can't imagine that you'd want me after all the times that you've been wrong I'm always so tired I've always got a sad sad song.

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Oct 10, 2010

Oct 10, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC

Sad song of a heart

I'm always so tired I've always gotta sad sad song at heart My eyes are so wired I turn the act of misery into an art There's no telling why I'm here There's no saying where I belong I'm always so tired I've always got a sad sad song. I'm always so cold I've never done a good thing either way I'm feeling so old I've got a feeling that any day I'll just fall into pieces I'll just tumble until I hit the ground I'm always so cold My heart barely even makes a sound I'm always so far. I never understood the way you live your life I'll always be far. I'll always be the one messing up your light I can't imagine that you'd want me after all the times that you've been wrong I'm always so tired I've always got a sad sad song.

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It is better to be bitter It is better to be hard It is better to live bitter It is better with no heart Life is better here my darling On the opposing side to love It is better to be bitter To beat sweetness with a club It is better to be heartless It is better to be rough It is better to be freezing To the words, The eyes, The touch It is better here my darling On the opposing side to faith There is no one here to judge you There is no need to hide your face It is better here my darling On the opposing side to love It is better to be bitter Than to be worth thinking of

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Oct 3, 2010

Oct 3, 2010 at 12:32 PM UTC

It is better.

It is better to be bitter It is better to be hard It is better to live bitter It is better with no heart Life is better here my darling On the opposing side to love It is better to be bitter To beat sweetness with a club It is better to be heartless It is better to be rough It is better to be freezing To the words, The eyes, The touch It is better here my darling On the opposing side to faith There is no one here to judge you There is no need to hide your face It is better here my darling On the opposing side to love It is better to be bitter Than to be worth thinking of

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You follow the women Like nomads followed food You crave their attention You are selfish You are rude You need their doe-eyed stares Like the worst addicted fiend You have no respect for others You are jaded You are mean I cannot compete with beauty I cannot compete with grace I cannot compete against ladies With lilting laughs And charming tastes I cannot be something better Than what you already have I can only offer patience Only mollify the bad I would like to be a princess I would like to be a queen But I am marked a simple jester By the way that I must be I cannot compete with giggles Or with shy-eyed little smiles I can only sing a song or two I cannot put out your fires I would like to be the one you pick I would like to be the one But I cannot compete with beauty So there is nothing to be done

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Oct 3, 2010

Oct 3, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC

Hunter

You follow the women Like nomads followed food You crave their attention You are selfish You are rude You need their doe-eyed stares Like the worst addicted fiend You have no respect for others You are jaded You are mean I cannot compete with beauty I cannot compete with grace I cannot compete against ladies With lilting laughs And charming tastes I cannot be something better Than what you already have I can only offer patience Only mollify the bad I would like to be a princess I would like to be a queen But I am marked a simple jester By the way that I must be I cannot compete with giggles Or with shy-eyed little smiles I can only sing a song or two I cannot put out your fires I would like to be the one you pick I would like to be the one But I cannot compete with beauty So there is nothing to be done

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Any place where you are King I cannot be queen Any place where I am torn Is where you reign supreme Any place where you may sit Surrounded by your girls Is the very place That my heart must twist And turn And hurl I am not afraid to be alone I am not afraid to die I am not afraid to yell at them Or for them to see me cry I'm not afraid of heartache I'm unafraid of many things But you I am afraid of you My make believe My king

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Oct 3, 2010

Oct 3, 2010 at 12:12 PM UTC

Kings

Any place where you are King I cannot be queen Any place where I am torn Is where you reign supreme Any place where you may sit Surrounded by your girls Is the very place That my heart must twist And turn And hurl I am not afraid to be alone I am not afraid to die I am not afraid to yell at them Or for them to see me cry I'm not afraid of heartache I'm unafraid of many things But you I am afraid of you My make believe My king

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The problem with your eyes is that I love them, And in that moment when Your hand Rests In my hair, Your nose Rests On my nose, Your smiling breath Heats My lips... In that moment, I see your eyes, Seeking, Searching, And finding Me And I hear that voice Inside your mind say There There she is. And in that moment, You kiss me As if to say I found you And you smile. And in that moment I am lost, Drowning happily In your success.

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Sep 29, 2010

Sep 29, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC

Moments

The problem with your eyes is that I love them, And in that moment when Your hand Rests In my hair, Your nose Rests On my nose, Your smiling breath Heats My lips... In that moment, I see your eyes, Seeking, Searching, And finding Me And I hear that voice Inside your mind say There There she is. And in that moment, You kiss me As if to say I found you And you smile. And in that moment I am lost, Drowning happily In your success.

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I am sick of being lonely. I am sad and I am bent. I feel that if I waste another moment, All of my time, it will be spent. So forgive me if I shun your life, And move closer to the sun. For while you move throughout your rat maze, I have already won.

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Sep 1, 2010

Sep 1, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC

Untitled

I am sick of being lonely. I am sad and I am bent. I feel that if I waste another moment, All of my time, it will be spent. So forgive me if I shun your life, And move closer to the sun. For while you move throughout your rat maze, I have already won.

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You are all it takes to keep me honest. You are all I need to be a better girl. I have made mistakes, I have broken what I've promised. But to be with you, Man, I would sell the world.

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Sep 1, 2010

Sep 1, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC

I'm not so sure

You are all it takes to keep me honest. You are all I need to be a better girl. I have made mistakes, I have broken what I've promised. But to be with you, Man, I would sell the world.

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**** it. First day on the job and there you are. Distracting me. Pinning me. Trapped against your stare. Oh, Lord. I love it when you look.

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Jul 16, 2010

Jul 16, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC

Another, nother.

**** it. First day on the job and there you are. Distracting me. Pinning me. Trapped against your stare. Oh, Lord. I love it when you look.

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I live. Deep in the valleys, In the hills, that make your blanket. Here. I live. Sprawled. In all directions. Through the leafy green Of your sheets. My hips, like mountains. Not mountains. Hills. Sloping gently, Curving slowly, Soft, living, fertile. Your bed. So like a valley. So open and welcome. And you... King. King of the valley That is your bed. Sun. To the hills that Are my hips. You sit. Oh, truly there is nothing More than this. If I am the land, Gently sloping, gently breathing, You are the sky. Shining, smiling. King. Oh, how I wait for Your touch to light upon My form. Oh, how I search for Your kiss. You. So like the sun. Your lips so divine. Bliss! Oh Bliss! When they press against mine. Oh Love, You are King. King of my heart, King of this room, King of this valley, Where I Live.

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Jul 16, 2010

Jul 16, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC

Another poem.

I live. Deep in the valleys, In the hills, that make your blanket. Here. I live. Sprawled. In all directions. Through the leafy green Of your sheets. My hips, like mountains. Not mountains. Hills. Sloping gently, Curving slowly, Soft, living, fertile. Your bed. So like a valley. So open and welcome. And you... King. King of the valley That is your bed. Sun. To the hills that Are my hips. You sit. Oh, truly there is nothing More than this. If I am the land, Gently sloping, gently breathing, You are the sky. Shining, smiling. King. Oh, how I wait for Your touch to light upon My form. Oh, how I search for Your kiss. You. So like the sun. Your lips so divine. Bliss! Oh Bliss! When they press against mine. Oh Love, You are King. King of my heart, King of this room, King of this valley, Where I Live.

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When I have laid my head to rest To dream my final dream I'll think of our love, That to everyone, Is not what it would seem. I'll close my eyes and see the stars So familiar in the sky And think "Oh Lord, How I have loved!" And be unafraid to die. For if the world be false and cold If it be marked untrue There still could be no beast nor man Who could mar my love for you. So, as I lay my heavy head And start for final sleep The memories of What we have done Will be the ones I keep.

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Jul 16, 2010

Jul 16, 2010 at 7:17 AM UTC

A prayer.

When I have laid my head to rest To dream my final dream I'll think of our love, That to everyone, Is not what it would seem. I'll close my eyes and see the stars So familiar in the sky And think "Oh Lord, How I have loved!" And be unafraid to die. For if the world be false and cold If it be marked untrue There still could be no beast nor man Who could mar my love for you. So, as I lay my heavy head And start for final sleep The memories of What we have done Will be the ones I keep.

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