clochard-ivre - Hello Poetry

Fast Forward *Fast forward because life moves on We turn the page and our chapters born The winds of change have finally come Like a cleansing rain or the morning sun Fast forward because life moves on We share our hearts and love once more Old memories fade and new love lasts We look forward and never back Fast forward because life moves on The heart now healed and scars are gone The future in focus we see the light A path now taken to a bright new life Fast forward because life, Well because life moves on Fast forward* Carl Joseph Roberts

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clochard-ivre

Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC

carl-joseph-roberts

Fast Forward

Fast Forward *Fast forward because life moves on We turn the page and our chapters born The winds of change have finally come Like a cleansing rain or the morning sun Fast forward because life moves on We share our hearts and love once more Old memories fade and new love lasts We look forward and never back Fast forward because life moves on The heart now healed and scars are gone The future in focus we see the light A path now taken to a bright new life Fast forward because life, Well because life moves on Fast forward* Carl Joseph Roberts

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• will you take me into your space...•cradle me upon the sultry limbs of your nebulous grace•the expansive arms of the universe, where peaceful slumber awaits•your poetry laden comets, bore abundant love, all towed in freights• gingerly drinking in the depth of your face•seemingly blindfolded, i'll tread each dark crater•my head in a swirl of your majestic trace• where I would stumble upon V a love ever so... V / | | || \ ( ) ( INTERSTELLAR ) ( )

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clochard-ivre

Oct 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC

ryn

Interstellar

• will you take me into your space...•cradle me upon the sultry limbs of your nebulous grace•the expansive arms of the universe, where peaceful slumber awaits•your poetry laden comets, bore abundant love, all towed in freights• gingerly drinking in the depth of your face•seemingly blindfolded, i'll tread each dark crater•my head in a swirl of your majestic trace• where I would stumble upon V a love ever so... V / | | || \ ( ) ( INTERSTELLAR ) ( )

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A piece of you Reflecting back The bitter words in your mouth Too raw to speak A poet is Someone in pain And someone in love Someone who looks at the world Through a kaleidoscope Who takes a magnifying glass to each And every Word you say And lets them imprint on their heart A poet is A star gazer A dreamer A chaser of The improbable But hopes anyway A poet is Tissue paper skin A heart of glass And a soul of titanium A poet is A sharp tongue And a gentle kiss She is a sob He is a sigh A poet is The sun at midnight Bright and Burning Hot Alive But cloaked in a darkness They cannot shake The brightest day And the darkest night A poet is The human experience A paradox An oxymoron So complicatedly Simple A poet is A lover Who refuses To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve No matter how much it bleeds But rolls them up So you can’t see The blood stains A poet Is Poetry

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clochard-ivre

Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC

littlefreebird

A Poet Is

A piece of you Reflecting back The bitter words in your mouth Too raw to speak A poet is Someone in pain And someone in love Someone who looks at the world Through a kaleidoscope Who takes a magnifying glass to each And every Word you say And lets them imprint on their heart A poet is A star gazer A dreamer A chaser of The improbable But hopes anyway A poet is Tissue paper skin A heart of glass And a soul of titanium A poet is A sharp tongue And a gentle kiss She is a sob He is a sigh A poet is The sun at midnight Bright and Burning Hot Alive But cloaked in a darkness They cannot shake The brightest day And the darkest night A poet is The human experience A paradox An oxymoron So complicatedly Simple A poet is A lover Who refuses To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve No matter how much it bleeds But rolls them up So you can’t see The blood stains A poet Is Poetry

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I hid my feelings inside a book Reason for this would be because an epiphany took, see I'm one for cheesy smirks and all the perks of socializing with people of my age. But it just seems like a dumbing down of me because no one in my generation reads if it's not about gossip or vampire teens. While I'm stuck between the borderline of reality and books. Literature has surely become dominant and is the addiction at foot. But still the issue being that my peers would rather throw their life away in an intoxicated haze especially with little to no education is what makes me sick. Guys after *** girls flashing their **** and all for publicity. Infamy which has very little time in the limelight before it becomes a bore. Drugs are what they crave, *** is what they're all searching for, and I say this with great abhor. I hid my feelings inside a book, Reason for this is because an epiphany took. No one in my generation reads but this rant is something I wish they'll heed.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC

clochard-ivre

jargon thrown together at starbucks

I hid my feelings inside a book Reason for this would be because an epiphany took, see I'm one for cheesy smirks and all the perks of socializing with people of my age. But it just seems like a dumbing down of me because no one in my generation reads if it's not about gossip or vampire teens. While I'm stuck between the borderline of reality and books. Literature has surely become dominant and is the addiction at foot. But still the issue being that my peers would rather throw their life away in an intoxicated haze especially with little to no education is what makes me sick. Guys after *** girls flashing their **** and all for publicity. Infamy which has very little time in the limelight before it becomes a bore. Drugs are what they crave, *** is what they're all searching for, and I say this with great abhor. I hid my feelings inside a book, Reason for this is because an epiphany took. No one in my generation reads but this rant is something I wish they'll heed.

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I let the sun and the moon rebirth me And woke up in a forest Naked and alone Walking, through the pillars of trees holding up the star speckled ceiling, I knew It was gone It was all gone The world that once inhabited this planet had vanished and disappeared

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clochard-ivre

Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC

ironatmosphere

On the forest floor

I let the sun and the moon rebirth me And woke up in a forest Naked and alone Walking, through the pillars of trees holding up the star speckled ceiling, I knew It was gone It was all gone The world that once inhabited this planet had vanished and disappeared

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I crave you like a cigarette and I just as equally want to burn you. Smoking is an addiction of poison that will waste you away and acid drenched flowers will grow from your ribcage. But I assure you, I'd rather turn my lungs to ash than ever be kissed by the putrid lips of love.

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clochard-ivre

Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC

plantisce

Addiction

I crave you like a cigarette and I just as equally want to burn you. Smoking is an addiction of poison that will waste you away and acid drenched flowers will grow from your ribcage. But I assure you, I'd rather turn my lungs to ash than ever be kissed by the putrid lips of love.

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I've managed to escape the hellish crevice of my home, now I'm roaming languidly around finding peace and tranquility (that of which lack within me). Or so I thought as I wondered aimlessly down the road, I stumbled upon a park to which many homeless call home. Walking by your typical stoners and snot-nosed brats, I sat down on a half broken bench. Shocked at the sight of this poor maintenance I, I look up to what was a beautiful 3-tone sky and that to my surprise I've finally found it. I've found the tranquility I ever so lacked, there it was for about ten minutes before the sky blacked. The summer has brought this. The season I dread the most had bestowed upon me my bliss. Now I find myself gazing at the full moon in between palm trees and an electricity tower. It's so eccentric but it continues being interrupted by random strangers asking for the time, for the ****** hour.

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Jul 12, 2014

Jul 12, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC

clochard-ivre

July 11th, 2014

I've managed to escape the hellish crevice of my home, now I'm roaming languidly around finding peace and tranquility (that of which lack within me). Or so I thought as I wondered aimlessly down the road, I stumbled upon a park to which many homeless call home. Walking by your typical stoners and snot-nosed brats, I sat down on a half broken bench. Shocked at the sight of this poor maintenance I, I look up to what was a beautiful 3-tone sky and that to my surprise I've finally found it. I've found the tranquility I ever so lacked, there it was for about ten minutes before the sky blacked. The summer has brought this. The season I dread the most had bestowed upon me my bliss. Now I find myself gazing at the full moon in between palm trees and an electricity tower. It's so eccentric but it continues being interrupted by random strangers asking for the time, for the ****** hour.

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