cole-cummings - Hello Poetry

Knotted up, like my stomach Every time I think this is the last goodbye Her pretty eyes will never see the Melancholy tears I cry The frayed ends, tangled Like our web of complex lies Whether to ourselves, To spare the hurt when this eventually dies In loops, the kisses and feel of your hand in mine, The time rewinds back again to replay the night you came by Our feelings and bodies, intertwined Bundled, the feelings I have in my chest, hidden I didn’t think I’d be the one so smitten My heart skips beats at the thought of what we’ve hidden Questioning these words I’ve written I want a bow, neat and perfect, the curl of your bright hair in my touch, your lips upturned in a smile when you say my name, the ribbon neatly wound around our fingers, tied together in unison, a harmony without sound But my hands are tied.

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Feb 27, 2023

Feb 27, 2023 at 1:36 PM UTC

cole-cummings

Tied.

Knotted up, like my stomach Every time I think this is the last goodbye Her pretty eyes will never see the Melancholy tears I cry The frayed ends, tangled Like our web of complex lies Whether to ourselves, To spare the hurt when this eventually dies In loops, the kisses and feel of your hand in mine, The time rewinds back again to replay the night you came by Our feelings and bodies, intertwined Bundled, the feelings I have in my chest, hidden I didn’t think I’d be the one so smitten My heart skips beats at the thought of what we’ve hidden Questioning these words I’ve written I want a bow, neat and perfect, the curl of your bright hair in my touch, your lips upturned in a smile when you say my name, the ribbon neatly wound around our fingers, tied together in unison, a harmony without sound But my hands are tied.

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I wish I could reply “It’s great to hear from you!” Or I’m glad you stopped by But that’s not how you are And I’ve never known why Ever since our dad had died You pulled the plug on us And now I just sit and cry But you’ll still say I miss you Even if it’s a lie We never got goodbye You just walked out of my life Left me high and dry I needed you most And you took to the sky 15 years later, I still try To catch you on the phone Never left my minds eye But you are too busy for me Just another guy.

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Feb 27, 2023

Feb 27, 2023 at 1:35 PM UTC

cole-cummings

Bond

I wish I could reply “It’s great to hear from you!” Or I’m glad you stopped by But that’s not how you are And I’ve never known why Ever since our dad had died You pulled the plug on us And now I just sit and cry But you’ll still say I miss you Even if it’s a lie We never got goodbye You just walked out of my life Left me high and dry I needed you most And you took to the sky 15 years later, I still try To catch you on the phone Never left my minds eye But you are too busy for me Just another guy.

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The way her smile could light the darkest room, Or shelter you from the worst storm was something to behold, She could make my off days so much better with so little effort, it was unbearable The way her cute button nose looked when you saw her there, striking orange and fashion sense, paired with eyes that could unlock the gates to heaven for an atheist, It was too much to handle The way her kiss, softer than a cloud, sweeter than the nectar of the gods, could make honey bees blush, I could live forever in that moment, I longed to feel the rush The way her sentences she spoke could hold me captive, a prisoner of war to her siren song, the river was so deep she dragged me into, but I longed with all my being to go where I was not meant to tread. When we both were so bashful, the things we would say in private, my ears, her cheeks, our skin The lightest red I gave her up, because she was never mine, and I’ll keep love at a distance, the short and passionate moments we shared, close behind. I fell harder than she ever knew, she is just so beautiful in every moment, the most colorful hue. If I ever had a single regret, it was not finding a way to not lose you.

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Feb 27, 2023

Feb 27, 2023 at 1:34 PM UTC

cole-cummings

L.

The way her smile could light the darkest room, Or shelter you from the worst storm was something to behold, She could make my off days so much better with so little effort, it was unbearable The way her cute button nose looked when you saw her there, striking orange and fashion sense, paired with eyes that could unlock the gates to heaven for an atheist, It was too much to handle The way her kiss, softer than a cloud, sweeter than the nectar of the gods, could make honey bees blush, I could live forever in that moment, I longed to feel the rush The way her sentences she spoke could hold me captive, a prisoner of war to her siren song, the river was so deep she dragged me into, but I longed with all my being to go where I was not meant to tread. When we both were so bashful, the things we would say in private, my ears, her cheeks, our skin The lightest red I gave her up, because she was never mine, and I’ll keep love at a distance, the short and passionate moments we shared, close behind. I fell harder than she ever knew, she is just so beautiful in every moment, the most colorful hue. If I ever had a single regret, it was not finding a way to not lose you.

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A ninety mile per hour fastball Straight from the pitch An oncoming pair of headlights The crunch of my bones As she shatters my walls I thought I worked so hard to build My blood on the pavement as I pour out My battered and bruised heart In all of its tiny pieces She is needle and a thread The stitch in my veins The Paramedics won’t be here anytime soon The last choked bit of air I’ll breathe Will be full of you A song I will never finish singing But love the notes I’ve heard time and time again They will call a time of death upon arrival The road was your kiss and I wanted to be all over it, So the rash is worth it The skin grafts, my mistakes from previous times I am patchwork at best, half a man, more parts to be used than a full package My lungs were blackened from the smoke, but I’d give you them anyways if you asked, tear me limb from limb as you tell me you love me, brutally and with such cold tone The metal twists my insides as I connect with the hood, my legs off the ground, kind of like how I feel when I’m with you, floating through the air, waiting for the fall. The last cigarette in my pocket will never be burned, I never got around to telling you how I really felt. I knew the words, like a vice, would be poison to your lips Sirens will line the street, the sole witness to a love letter unspoken in the rain, my blood washes down the ditch and soaks the grass. No one saw it coming

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Feb 27, 2023

Feb 27, 2023 at 1:32 PM UTC

cole-cummings

Blindsided

A ninety mile per hour fastball Straight from the pitch An oncoming pair of headlights The crunch of my bones As she shatters my walls I thought I worked so hard to build My blood on the pavement as I pour out My battered and bruised heart In all of its tiny pieces She is needle and a thread The stitch in my veins The Paramedics won’t be here anytime soon The last choked bit of air I’ll breathe Will be full of you A song I will never finish singing But love the notes I’ve heard time and time again They will call a time of death upon arrival The road was your kiss and I wanted to be all over it, So the rash is worth it The skin grafts, my mistakes from previous times I am patchwork at best, half a man, more parts to be used than a full package My lungs were blackened from the smoke, but I’d give you them anyways if you asked, tear me limb from limb as you tell me you love me, brutally and with such cold tone The metal twists my insides as I connect with the hood, my legs off the ground, kind of like how I feel when I’m with you, floating through the air, waiting for the fall. The last cigarette in my pocket will never be burned, I never got around to telling you how I really felt. I knew the words, like a vice, would be poison to your lips Sirens will line the street, the sole witness to a love letter unspoken in the rain, my blood washes down the ditch and soaks the grass. No one saw it coming

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Before I met you, I had only ever drank draft beer and never been on a hike. Now, I look forward to working out with you on a stationary bike. I never did anything like buy flowers, or ever want to hold hands, But with you, I feel something grand. The cliche that we met, the love at first sight, It isn't like the movies, but I think that's alright. You are a spitfire that causes a slow burn, And now the fire in my heart will ignite, In the evening with the moon full, You are such a beautiful, pure sight. When my fingers touch yours, idle on the bed, I cant help but let warm thoughts Seep into my head. Button mashing beauty, Your eyes see through me, Every country song we sang The notes in my head rang As you squeeze my hand again, I like us more than friends, Don't make me just pretend, I'm not thinking of you again. I’ve never had someone over as much as you, I know i'm a mess, and you’re feeling blue But i'm working hard to better myself, So you don't just put me back on the shelf. You are a dork, but then so am I, You mean so much to me, can't you see why? I don't open up often, not prone to cry. But somehow with you I don't have to hide. So please kiss me once more, Outside of my door, Let me watch you drive up to my place, You'll see the smile on my face A man so lucky, With a dream divine, One day, I swear, I'll call you mine.

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC

cole-cummings

Unrequited, For a Time

Before I met you, I had only ever drank draft beer and never been on a hike. Now, I look forward to working out with you on a stationary bike. I never did anything like buy flowers, or ever want to hold hands, But with you, I feel something grand. The cliche that we met, the love at first sight, It isn't like the movies, but I think that's alright. You are a spitfire that causes a slow burn, And now the fire in my heart will ignite, In the evening with the moon full, You are such a beautiful, pure sight. When my fingers touch yours, idle on the bed, I cant help but let warm thoughts Seep into my head. Button mashing beauty, Your eyes see through me, Every country song we sang The notes in my head rang As you squeeze my hand again, I like us more than friends, Don't make me just pretend, I'm not thinking of you again. I’ve never had someone over as much as you, I know i'm a mess, and you’re feeling blue But i'm working hard to better myself, So you don't just put me back on the shelf. You are a dork, but then so am I, You mean so much to me, can't you see why? I don't open up often, not prone to cry. But somehow with you I don't have to hide. So please kiss me once more, Outside of my door, Let me watch you drive up to my place, You'll see the smile on my face A man so lucky, With a dream divine, One day, I swear, I'll call you mine.

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Answering the question, I may have mentioned Over a dozen or so times. Will you hold my hand, Make me feel so grand My quarter in a world of dimes. Im happy around you, Even blue has a brighter hue The perfect syllable to end in a rhyme. Kiss me under streetlights, Steal me away for the long nights, Make me your perfect crime. Caught in between friends and more Feels like an endless war, A revolving paradigm. I know you aren’t sure, But I’ll try to assure You are worth the climb. Words are tough, My thoughts get rough But next to you I shine. I might be a sap, And it’s a lot to unwrap, But i cannot wait for the time, I won’t be able to say, She’s ‘Not Mine’.

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC

cole-cummings

Not Mine

Answering the question, I may have mentioned Over a dozen or so times. Will you hold my hand, Make me feel so grand My quarter in a world of dimes. Im happy around you, Even blue has a brighter hue The perfect syllable to end in a rhyme. Kiss me under streetlights, Steal me away for the long nights, Make me your perfect crime. Caught in between friends and more Feels like an endless war, A revolving paradigm. I know you aren’t sure, But I’ll try to assure You are worth the climb. Words are tough, My thoughts get rough But next to you I shine. I might be a sap, And it’s a lot to unwrap, But i cannot wait for the time, I won’t be able to say, She’s ‘Not Mine’.

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Hey again. I suppose it's been a while since we have talked, yeah? I still miss you. It still hurts sometimes, knowing you’re gone. Down this path, the road a mile too long. Wishing you could help me right all the things that i've done wrong, Or tap my foot along with you to your favorite song. I know it isn't much, but i'll keep you in my heart Every beat i'll think of you, but that's only just the start, Now i'm crying every night, flooding my room just after-dark Soon i'm gonna need a paddle, soon i'll need to build an ark When i hear an engine run, i think of all the fun I miss the road trips to Iowa, i miss being your son There are so many more things i wish i could've done Start a family with you here, make you proud, my number one. This tight pain in my chest, With all the secrets that i kept, The lonely nights where i stayed up, Broken and depressed, I cannot sleep, barely eat, hardly get my rest I miss you dad, i always have Just know you were the best. At twenty three it's hard to see, A future once so bright, I'm searching for, the answer or Some philosophy or might, The strength to stand, to be a man, That i can be, I'll fight So one more time, I’d like to hear How you’re so proud of me. Like a recorded dream, I’ll believe it still, The hopes sitting on my window sill But i know i cannot reach you there Not with bottles, or razors or pills. If I could just talk with you again, Maybe things wouldn't feel so sad, We could catch up like old friends, I'd really like that, dad.

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Jun 18, 2020

Jun 18, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC

cole-cummings

Unopened, Love Your Son

Hey again. I suppose it's been a while since we have talked, yeah? I still miss you. It still hurts sometimes, knowing you’re gone. Down this path, the road a mile too long. Wishing you could help me right all the things that i've done wrong, Or tap my foot along with you to your favorite song. I know it isn't much, but i'll keep you in my heart Every beat i'll think of you, but that's only just the start, Now i'm crying every night, flooding my room just after-dark Soon i'm gonna need a paddle, soon i'll need to build an ark When i hear an engine run, i think of all the fun I miss the road trips to Iowa, i miss being your son There are so many more things i wish i could've done Start a family with you here, make you proud, my number one. This tight pain in my chest, With all the secrets that i kept, The lonely nights where i stayed up, Broken and depressed, I cannot sleep, barely eat, hardly get my rest I miss you dad, i always have Just know you were the best. At twenty three it's hard to see, A future once so bright, I'm searching for, the answer or Some philosophy or might, The strength to stand, to be a man, That i can be, I'll fight So one more time, I’d like to hear How you’re so proud of me. Like a recorded dream, I’ll believe it still, The hopes sitting on my window sill But i know i cannot reach you there Not with bottles, or razors or pills. If I could just talk with you again, Maybe things wouldn't feel so sad, We could catch up like old friends, I'd really like that, dad.

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She doesn’t want to hurt me, But she’s already burnt me. Flickered flame, The sound of her name, I’m undeniably attracted to the pain, I wonder if I asked her to stay, Against all odds would she remain? Guess life’s too complicated, Just us commiserated, My thoughts not entirely sated. I really wish we could have dated, Remember apartment where it’s shaded, Not all the feelings that I have are truly satiated. I want to be there for you, I just want to be your come through. Help her learn to tie her shoes, Like all good fathers should do. But I’m a mess, you say you’re a wreck, Something I’ve come to detest. You say you aren’t enough, not the best, But I think you are so much better than the rest. You’ll never be alone, without a home, This I’ve come to know. One day your daughter will be grown, On her own, And the single tear will be shown. That’s the life that you live, The things that you did, All for a kid. The most important thing in the world, There’s nothing more precious than Your baby girl.

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC

cole-cummings

Flickered Flame

She doesn’t want to hurt me, But she’s already burnt me. Flickered flame, The sound of her name, I’m undeniably attracted to the pain, I wonder if I asked her to stay, Against all odds would she remain? Guess life’s too complicated, Just us commiserated, My thoughts not entirely sated. I really wish we could have dated, Remember apartment where it’s shaded, Not all the feelings that I have are truly satiated. I want to be there for you, I just want to be your come through. Help her learn to tie her shoes, Like all good fathers should do. But I’m a mess, you say you’re a wreck, Something I’ve come to detest. You say you aren’t enough, not the best, But I think you are so much better than the rest. You’ll never be alone, without a home, This I’ve come to know. One day your daughter will be grown, On her own, And the single tear will be shown. That’s the life that you live, The things that you did, All for a kid. The most important thing in the world, There’s nothing more precious than Your baby girl.

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Summer shandy Sandy, The hints of lemon sour Crack a bottle on the hour, I practically drink it in the shower, I should quit you but I don’t have the power. A quick take to addiction, My body gives into submission, My friends all tell me to listen, But it’s your cold taste I’ve been missing. I struggle with the cravings, Suicidal ravings, Dashed to bits on pencil shavings, Written in shame, but I ain’t praying. Oh, Summer Shandy Sandy, I miss the long walks, The quiet talks, The bomb drops, Tell me to stop, But I need to drink, Don’t want to think, About the hours later in the kitchen sink, Where you and I could commiserate, When I have you I don’t need no dinner plate, You put me in a sorry state, No real plans to situate, But when I’m with you I’m feeling great. Oh, Sweet Summer Shandy Sandy, I miss the feeling, This copacetic healing, You’ve got my stomach reeling, But my heart is hearing, The low tone notes repeating, The bottles chilled, thought I was beating, Her sirens calling, but I’m still reaching, For that sweet sinful cold embrace, Of her twist off cap, and that smooth, rich grace.

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 4:19 AM UTC

cole-cummings

Summer Shandy Sandy

Summer shandy Sandy, The hints of lemon sour Crack a bottle on the hour, I practically drink it in the shower, I should quit you but I don’t have the power. A quick take to addiction, My body gives into submission, My friends all tell me to listen, But it’s your cold taste I’ve been missing. I struggle with the cravings, Suicidal ravings, Dashed to bits on pencil shavings, Written in shame, but I ain’t praying. Oh, Summer Shandy Sandy, I miss the long walks, The quiet talks, The bomb drops, Tell me to stop, But I need to drink, Don’t want to think, About the hours later in the kitchen sink, Where you and I could commiserate, When I have you I don’t need no dinner plate, You put me in a sorry state, No real plans to situate, But when I’m with you I’m feeling great. Oh, Sweet Summer Shandy Sandy, I miss the feeling, This copacetic healing, You’ve got my stomach reeling, But my heart is hearing, The low tone notes repeating, The bottles chilled, thought I was beating, Her sirens calling, but I’m still reaching, For that sweet sinful cold embrace, Of her twist off cap, and that smooth, rich grace.

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Another late night Staring at my phone I’m feeling so alone I know I say that I have grown But man I should have known How that was a lie Just like you and I I don’t know why I cannot empathize With your feelings inside What you are trying to hide You say it’s over but I can’t cope This just friends **** hurts the most Yeah I know it was for the best, but it don’t Feel like either of us is as happy as We could be, just two of us having What should be, reminiscent of Couch conversations and quiet Reservation, the chill down my spine As you kissed me... **** I miss the stupid things for sure Like how ‘not enough’ you thought you were But I would be the one to tell you first There could be a million others and I’d still Pick her. **** what am I doing Guard my heart, focus on healing, Replace the loneliness with weight lifting Maybe then I can feel something Run miles on treadmills Just to sprint away from the problems ‘Cuz overcomplications? Man I don’t wanna solve em’ And if she ever wants to choose me for real? Well I’ll open myself up and tell her how I feel Till then it’s bottled up, Tell myself to shut up Wanna tell her all the things inside my head Yeah she got me ****** up, Just a few words a day ain’t really enough I want long deep introspective Followed up with romantic directive Wish I could change my perspective And see that she is protective Of my innocent soul And my fragile world And let me tell you She has the cutest baby girl But I’m not the guy To stop her crying at night Make sure those laces are tight Tell her that she’s strong and To stand up and fight. Instead I’m the one on the sidelines Just warming the bench Tear ducts are dry Think I’m all but spent I get to watch as some guy who dipped when the going got tough Come back like its all good, He’ll probably split when it’s rough. But I can’t really judge, Cause I don’t know him all that well Just the little bits and pieces You had decided to tell I really don’t want to watch this blow up And turn to smoke Leave you feeling worthless Like you’re the broken joke The pitiless punchline Battered, bruised over time Stuck in this revolving half-love Paradigm. I wonder if she knows that i will always ******* care, about the way she holds herself, the way she braids her hair, I thought someone who sticks around was pretty rare, people come and go, trust me I’ve been there. So I don’t feel hurt at all that you apprehensive to a fault, throw all your feelings locked away inside a vault, but I’m finessing the tellers to help me get inside, to see the truth of where all of your reasonings reside.

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC

cole-cummings

The Truth of the Matter.

Another late night Staring at my phone I’m feeling so alone I know I say that I have grown But man I should have known How that was a lie Just like you and I I don’t know why I cannot empathize With your feelings inside What you are trying to hide You say it’s over but I can’t cope This just friends **** hurts the most Yeah I know it was for the best, but it don’t Feel like either of us is as happy as We could be, just two of us having What should be, reminiscent of Couch conversations and quiet Reservation, the chill down my spine As you kissed me... **** I miss the stupid things for sure Like how ‘not enough’ you thought you were But I would be the one to tell you first There could be a million others and I’d still Pick her. **** what am I doing Guard my heart, focus on healing, Replace the loneliness with weight lifting Maybe then I can feel something Run miles on treadmills Just to sprint away from the problems ‘Cuz overcomplications? Man I don’t wanna solve em’ And if she ever wants to choose me for real? Well I’ll open myself up and tell her how I feel Till then it’s bottled up, Tell myself to shut up Wanna tell her all the things inside my head Yeah she got me ****** up, Just a few words a day ain’t really enough I want long deep introspective Followed up with romantic directive Wish I could change my perspective And see that she is protective Of my innocent soul And my fragile world And let me tell you She has the cutest baby girl But I’m not the guy To stop her crying at night Make sure those laces are tight Tell her that she’s strong and To stand up and fight. Instead I’m the one on the sidelines Just warming the bench Tear ducts are dry Think I’m all but spent I get to watch as some guy who dipped when the going got tough Come back like its all good, He’ll probably split when it’s rough. But I can’t really judge, Cause I don’t know him all that well Just the little bits and pieces You had decided to tell I really don’t want to watch this blow up And turn to smoke Leave you feeling worthless Like you’re the broken joke The pitiless punchline Battered, bruised over time Stuck in this revolving half-love Paradigm. I wonder if she knows that i will always ******* care, about the way she holds herself, the way she braids her hair, I thought someone who sticks around was pretty rare, people come and go, trust me I’ve been there. So I don’t feel hurt at all that you apprehensive to a fault, throw all your feelings locked away inside a vault, but I’m finessing the tellers to help me get inside, to see the truth of where all of your reasonings reside.

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