chriscs44 - Hello Poetry

He lives like he has something to prove Walks like he’s trying to stay in front of him self. Speaks so stern wishes he’d once been heard Trying to heal Learn burns Bridges in the process I still write about The Taste he’s left on my tounge The smell, lavender seed, eucalyptus plant Recollections, pleasurably discomforted He acts on survival this, What he’s done To survive I would not wish on him Or an enemy, even my worst.

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May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC

Re-call

He lives like he has something to prove Walks like he’s trying to stay in front of him self. Speaks so stern wishes he’d once been heard Trying to heal Learn burns Bridges in the process I still write about The Taste he’s left on my tounge The smell, lavender seed, eucalyptus plant Recollections, pleasurably discomforted He acts on survival this, What he’s done To survive I would not wish on him Or an enemy, even my worst.

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I looked up the meaning of shell shocked Learned the light that took my vision, Gradually then all at once; Might have been the shock before the awe. Like a flash grenade that breaks your eardrums , dissociates your vision before its sender goes in for a **** I know you’re a warrior. will you fight for this love ? Guns blazing.

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May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC

Have you ever fought for love?

I looked up the meaning of shell shocked Learned the light that took my vision, Gradually then all at once; Might have been the shock before the awe. Like a flash grenade that breaks your eardrums , dissociates your vision before its sender goes in for a **** I know you’re a warrior. will you fight for this love ? Guns blazing.

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I want to see the dreams you have of you and I when you sleep, Confessions you wont even admit to yourself outloud because nothing exists if it only exists in your head. I want to know the things you think i already do, They seem more like given truths rather than things better left unsaid Sing to me the poetry you write me in your head, so i know there's truth to the madness in my own rhyme. I didnt know another tune could be so familiar Never expected to pass someone and see a mirror where his face should be Home. Never thought it would be a place id see.

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Oct 30, 2019

Oct 30, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC

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I want to see the dreams you have of you and I when you sleep, Confessions you wont even admit to yourself outloud because nothing exists if it only exists in your head. I want to know the things you think i already do, They seem more like given truths rather than things better left unsaid Sing to me the poetry you write me in your head, so i know there's truth to the madness in my own rhyme. I didnt know another tune could be so familiar Never expected to pass someone and see a mirror where his face should be Home. Never thought it would be a place id see.

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he craves intimacy, says he knows it wont feel like it did before hopes he notices it when it hits him waited around, turns love down, said he never really needed it looks up instead of at whats in front of him shouted at the stars "you always give me more hope than any man could" why would he looks in anothers eye if he never really had to beauty, in the eye of its beholder He could never take it as a compliment when someone told him hes beautiful he wrote in his secret notebooks, scripture not yet released "i am god" how could he expect to trust anyones word but his own.

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Oct 30, 2019

Oct 30, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC

uwu

he craves intimacy, says he knows it wont feel like it did before hopes he notices it when it hits him waited around, turns love down, said he never really needed it looks up instead of at whats in front of him shouted at the stars "you always give me more hope than any man could" why would he looks in anothers eye if he never really had to beauty, in the eye of its beholder He could never take it as a compliment when someone told him hes beautiful he wrote in his secret notebooks, scripture not yet released "i am god" how could he expect to trust anyones word but his own.

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Am I lunatic Hypersensitive Overanalytical Supercritical Manic yet depressive Compassionate and understanding Closed off but wishing youd hold me Celebrating the solstice, In control but only of the opportunities presented I come out in the night to worship the moon Lunatic Why is your eye twitching, red with tears might be rage I thought you said you said you wouldn’t quiver in the face of uncertainty Bask in the darkness your dance will lead the light to you

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Jul 6, 2019

Jul 6, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

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Am I lunatic Hypersensitive Overanalytical Supercritical Manic yet depressive Compassionate and understanding Closed off but wishing youd hold me Celebrating the solstice, In control but only of the opportunities presented I come out in the night to worship the moon Lunatic Why is your eye twitching, red with tears might be rage I thought you said you said you wouldn’t quiver in the face of uncertainty Bask in the darkness your dance will lead the light to you

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