christopher-barnes - Hello Poetry

Cold IHOP, Wednesday morning, Smoking section, Kind of boring, Can't work well, While I have you, Drawing me, Across the booth, It isn't really me, But it's how I feel, Mentally trapped, The straight-jacket's real, My mind is racing, The Coffee has kicked in, My heart is pounding, My emotion's tricked again, You're holding my heart, In every one of your drawings, I'm trying to show you my thoughts, With each one of my writings, My words get confusing, I've known this for awhile now, But that doesn't make it any less true, I want no one except you.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC

Straight Jacket

Cold IHOP, Wednesday morning, Smoking section, Kind of boring, Can't work well, While I have you, Drawing me, Across the booth, It isn't really me, But it's how I feel, Mentally trapped, The straight-jacket's real, My mind is racing, The Coffee has kicked in, My heart is pounding, My emotion's tricked again, You're holding my heart, In every one of your drawings, I'm trying to show you my thoughts, With each one of my writings, My words get confusing, I've known this for awhile now, But that doesn't make it any less true, I want no one except you.

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You and I were the best of friends, We did everything together, As the spring months came to their ends, We waited for the start of the summer, We had odd jobs at the start, But the money wasn't enough, To keep us that far apart, we spent our time looking through old stuff, We would listen to the old radio in the attic, turning through the channels to find the right static, to sing the songs of our Summer Playlist, every song was a time we cherished, When the Summer started to fade, We couldn't see each other everyday, School started and we had seperate classes, Our classes together went by the fastest, When the weekend came, Back to the attic, The radio station was always the same, We turn it to the same summertime static, When winter came the snow did too, The months dragged on until Christmas came, We went to the attic for something to do, That radio station always stayed the same, Some new songs were added to our Summer Playlist, Some new memories were made to be cherished, No matter the time of the year, We always knew the radio was there, To play our favorite station of summer static, Singing our Summer Playlist songs, Singing together in the attic, The only place where we belong, A New Year starts and the snow goes away, We start hanging out again everyday, There has been another year of being true friends, The Seasons change and we start all over again Back to the Attic in the summer sun, It started off strange but then came the fun, We'd changed over the year, but we still loved the attic, The Radio's broken, but we still love the static.

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

Summer Playlist (Static in the Attic)

You and I were the best of friends, We did everything together, As the spring months came to their ends, We waited for the start of the summer, We had odd jobs at the start, But the money wasn't enough, To keep us that far apart, we spent our time looking through old stuff, We would listen to the old radio in the attic, turning through the channels to find the right static, to sing the songs of our Summer Playlist, every song was a time we cherished, When the Summer started to fade, We couldn't see each other everyday, School started and we had seperate classes, Our classes together went by the fastest, When the weekend came, Back to the attic, The radio station was always the same, We turn it to the same summertime static, When winter came the snow did too, The months dragged on until Christmas came, We went to the attic for something to do, That radio station always stayed the same, Some new songs were added to our Summer Playlist, Some new memories were made to be cherished, No matter the time of the year, We always knew the radio was there, To play our favorite station of summer static, Singing our Summer Playlist songs, Singing together in the attic, The only place where we belong, A New Year starts and the snow goes away, We start hanging out again everyday, There has been another year of being true friends, The Seasons change and we start all over again Back to the Attic in the summer sun, It started off strange but then came the fun, We'd changed over the year, but we still loved the attic, The Radio's broken, but we still love the static.

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With my heart in your hand, And my name on your lips, And as the last few drops, Of my dignity flow from your fingertips, I remember how it felt to be alone, And all the love I’ve never known, I wrote a love song for you to sing at my grave, And I know it would be wrong to say that I was brave, But I don’t want this to be your last memory of me, So turn away because I don’t want you to see, I’m in a dark place and I don’t know where I am, And alone is the only way I seem to be able to stand, You’ve given me a lifetime of hope, But I’m dangling at the end of my rope, You were the start of my life, But will it end with the blade of a knife? It’s hard to say, The path one takes, When they have nowhere else to go, But they are the only one to know, Will Heaven open its gates for me, A lost soul looking for peace? Or will I fall to the pits of Hell, To waste and rot in my empty shell?

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Dec 22, 2013

Dec 22, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC

Nameless

With my heart in your hand, And my name on your lips, And as the last few drops, Of my dignity flow from your fingertips, I remember how it felt to be alone, And all the love I’ve never known, I wrote a love song for you to sing at my grave, And I know it would be wrong to say that I was brave, But I don’t want this to be your last memory of me, So turn away because I don’t want you to see, I’m in a dark place and I don’t know where I am, And alone is the only way I seem to be able to stand, You’ve given me a lifetime of hope, But I’m dangling at the end of my rope, You were the start of my life, But will it end with the blade of a knife? It’s hard to say, The path one takes, When they have nowhere else to go, But they are the only one to know, Will Heaven open its gates for me, A lost soul looking for peace? Or will I fall to the pits of Hell, To waste and rot in my empty shell?

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Dreaming of Excitement, Hoping for some fun, Feeling only resentment, I just want it to be done, Realizing I've been defeated, Is my only Salvation, The desire to be needed, Has been a revelation, Unknown are the possibilities, In my future ahead, But seeing only realities, Regretting what I've said, Needing some stability, To balance out my Life, Needing that ability, Isn't worth all the strife, Keeping my promise, Is harder than it seems, I'm struggling like a novice, To remember it's just a dream.

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Dec 22, 2013

Dec 22, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC

D.R.U.N.K.

Dreaming of Excitement, Hoping for some fun, Feeling only resentment, I just want it to be done, Realizing I've been defeated, Is my only Salvation, The desire to be needed, Has been a revelation, Unknown are the possibilities, In my future ahead, But seeing only realities, Regretting what I've said, Needing some stability, To balance out my Life, Needing that ability, Isn't worth all the strife, Keeping my promise, Is harder than it seems, I'm struggling like a novice, To remember it's just a dream.

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I just want to have a smile, But I've given up hope, It hasn't happened in a while, And it’s getting hard to cope, You say don’t give up my passion, But there isn't much passion left, In our hearts there’s a cleft, Opened with no compassion, I hate seeing your words, They cut me down inside, And make me feel much worse, Behind my shame I’ll hide, I don’t want this to be the end, We have too much history to lose I still want to see you as a friend, But it’s up to you to choose.

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Dec 19, 2013

Dec 19, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC

Broken Again.

I just want to have a smile, But I've given up hope, It hasn't happened in a while, And it’s getting hard to cope, You say don’t give up my passion, But there isn't much passion left, In our hearts there’s a cleft, Opened with no compassion, I hate seeing your words, They cut me down inside, And make me feel much worse, Behind my shame I’ll hide, I don’t want this to be the end, We have too much history to lose I still want to see you as a friend, But it’s up to you to choose.

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I want to talk, Without saying a word, I want to listen, Without thinking of the hurt, I want you to see, But your eyes are blurred with tears, I want to hear you say you're okay, But I don't want to listen I want to feel that you're fine, but you won't let me get close enough, I want to experience the pain you're in, But you won't give me the truth, You're pushing away those who care, You're in pain and we're aware, And I know you're mad at me, But Its not all about you and me.

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Dec 19, 2013

Dec 19, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC

I Want

I want to talk, Without saying a word, I want to listen, Without thinking of the hurt, I want you to see, But your eyes are blurred with tears, I want to hear you say you're okay, But I don't want to listen I want to feel that you're fine, but you won't let me get close enough, I want to experience the pain you're in, But you won't give me the truth, You're pushing away those who care, You're in pain and we're aware, And I know you're mad at me, But Its not all about you and me.

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I was always the kid, To be picked last for kickball. I was the one, Whose name was never called. But now that I have you, My outlook has been fixed. I am more than happy, To be your last pick.

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC

Last Pick

I was always the kid, To be picked last for kickball. I was the one, Whose name was never called. But now that I have you, My outlook has been fixed. I am more than happy, To be your last pick.

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One November day, One friends advise, What can I say, It ended up nice, One shy guy, One sweet girl, He decided to say hi, And now she's his world, On the third night, He proposed just for fun, And she became his life, And he became her number one, And after nine months long, They're still together, Still going strong, And his life has never been better, It's not always great, But mostly it's fine, When the nights get late, She's always on his mind, He loves her like crazy, And thinks she feels the same, He thinks it'd be amazing, If someday she took his last name.

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Jul 7, 2013

Jul 7, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC

There Must Be Bad To Outweigh The Good

One November day, One friends advise, What can I say, It ended up nice, One shy guy, One sweet girl, He decided to say hi, And now she's his world, On the third night, He proposed just for fun, And she became his life, And he became her number one, And after nine months long, They're still together, Still going strong, And his life has never been better, It's not always great, But mostly it's fine, When the nights get late, She's always on his mind, He loves her like crazy, And thinks she feels the same, He thinks it'd be amazing, If someday she took his last name.

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I've made some mistakes, and learned what all it takes, To be in a long distance relationship, But you make it worth the trip, Five months ago a simple question, Made reality out of a simple suggestion, We got started on a Monday, I pray everyday for one more Monday

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC

Foundation Near Monday

I've made some mistakes, and learned what all it takes, To be in a long distance relationship, But you make it worth the trip, Five months ago a simple question, Made reality out of a simple suggestion, We got started on a Monday, I pray everyday for one more Monday

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I won’t be your eraser any longer, I’m losing more than I would like, What I do won’t make you any stronger, But I hope that what I say might, I won’t watch as you make the same mistakes again, I've seen you do it several times, I won’t allow your selfish ways to have this effect, And tear you away from your best friend, Pencils come with erasers to fix their mistakes, But your mistakes are more like permanent marker, Instead of clearing the record without a trace, You leave a bigger area Marked in Black, I won’t be your clean slate or paper anymore, I won’t let you bring me down more than you already have, Your best friend is here to help you, But you’d rather avoid confrontation because of your wrongs, It’s not our fault that you keeping hurting yourself, But we could help you if you would only listen, My last piece of advice before our friendship splits, Consult your friends before they call it quits.

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC

Marked In Black

I won’t be your eraser any longer, I’m losing more than I would like, What I do won’t make you any stronger, But I hope that what I say might, I won’t watch as you make the same mistakes again, I've seen you do it several times, I won’t allow your selfish ways to have this effect, And tear you away from your best friend, Pencils come with erasers to fix their mistakes, But your mistakes are more like permanent marker, Instead of clearing the record without a trace, You leave a bigger area Marked in Black, I won’t be your clean slate or paper anymore, I won’t let you bring me down more than you already have, Your best friend is here to help you, But you’d rather avoid confrontation because of your wrongs, It’s not our fault that you keeping hurting yourself, But we could help you if you would only listen, My last piece of advice before our friendship splits, Consult your friends before they call it quits.

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