charmanique-hinds - Hello Poetry

Gray clouds, darkness reigns The peeling paint, everything was the same Struggling curtains, half broken panes Red paint residue after last night's remains The patriot's infidelity, that's all I saw A perfect relationship I thought, embedded In laughter and joy Yellow tapes, pens graced books Flooding me with questions Oblivious of my outlook Our look wasn't a test, so why did he cheat? A sorry my love, but your corpse will go underneath You did to us, and you know It wasn't fair Now you've condemned me to a life sentence square Loved watching detective movies as a child But I never knew I would be the star of this one In my life. This wasn't how to end suppose to be I never chose this life, hence It chose me. C.Hinds

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC

Melancholy

Gray clouds, darkness reigns The peeling paint, everything was the same Struggling curtains, half broken panes Red paint residue after last night's remains The patriot's infidelity, that's all I saw A perfect relationship I thought, embedded In laughter and joy Yellow tapes, pens graced books Flooding me with questions Oblivious of my outlook Our look wasn't a test, so why did he cheat? A sorry my love, but your corpse will go underneath You did to us, and you know It wasn't fair Now you've condemned me to a life sentence square Loved watching detective movies as a child But I never knew I would be the star of this one In my life. This wasn't how to end suppose to be I never chose this life, hence It chose me. C.Hinds

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His skin is wrinkled His body has shrinked I think he has Alzheimer For he doesn't remember where he lives. He acts so queer And I wonder why All I can do Is sit and sigh Hoping that daddy won't die He was okay Until he went away The second family caused him to be this way. I love my daddy He's my heaven on earth But sad to say One day he'll be under the dirt.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC

Daddy

His skin is wrinkled His body has shrinked I think he has Alzheimer For he doesn't remember where he lives. He acts so queer And I wonder why All I can do Is sit and sigh Hoping that daddy won't die He was okay Until he went away The second family caused him to be this way. I love my daddy He's my heaven on earth But sad to say One day he'll be under the dirt.

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I write to express what I feel Inside I write because my feelings are pushed aside. I write because sometimes I'm all alone I write because It's my escape zone. You see poetry was always apart of me, The in k in my pen will show the world what I see. I write because I see success I write because I know I can do my best. I write because I see a better way, I write because, In this grotesque position, I don't want to stay.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC

I write

I write to express what I feel Inside I write because my feelings are pushed aside. I write because sometimes I'm all alone I write because It's my escape zone. You see poetry was always apart of me, The in k in my pen will show the world what I see. I write because I see success I write because I know I can do my best. I write because I see a better way, I write because, In this grotesque position, I don't want to stay.

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Left In this ship all alone My hands are wet, my feet are cold. Trying to remember your last hold, A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne. What you left was fabrics of your scent That wasn't enough, you were my camp fire's tent. Trying too see beyond your bitterness and cold, A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne. The ship Is a journey, which shouldn't be travelled alone Two parties solidified to become one soul, The ship Is monotonous when all alone A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne. In the midst of love, arrives a black and white dove A voyage untold, you left me unloved Who's gonna wear your mighty crown A queen needs a king to sit on her throne.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Void

Left In this ship all alone My hands are wet, my feet are cold. Trying to remember your last hold, A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne. What you left was fabrics of your scent That wasn't enough, you were my camp fire's tent. Trying too see beyond your bitterness and cold, A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne. The ship Is a journey, which shouldn't be travelled alone Two parties solidified to become one soul, The ship Is monotonous when all alone A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne. In the midst of love, arrives a black and white dove A voyage untold, you left me unloved Who's gonna wear your mighty crown A queen needs a king to sit on her throne.

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