david-demille - Hello Poetry

My ambitions had gone the way of the jet stream High up and far away from me I eventually felt the need to retrieve my absent cause Because what's lost can be found The scent of what was still lingered So like a hound I set out Hot on the trail of runaway dreams I traveled far and came face to face with a fact What's is doesn't have to be I had been trapped in my own false reality I hadn't lost my ambition It was hidden inbetween the lines of self loathing I wrote and read to myself over and over What is lost can be found What is doesn't have to be And what is written can always be rewritten

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC

Rewritten

My ambitions had gone the way of the jet stream High up and far away from me I eventually felt the need to retrieve my absent cause Because what's lost can be found The scent of what was still lingered So like a hound I set out Hot on the trail of runaway dreams I traveled far and came face to face with a fact What's is doesn't have to be I had been trapped in my own false reality I hadn't lost my ambition It was hidden inbetween the lines of self loathing I wrote and read to myself over and over What is lost can be found What is doesn't have to be And what is written can always be rewritten

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I'm a human man I can't believe this weather it's killing me germs germs germs when will they learn my nose isn't a playground they know, I know I can't say no it's a clogged kitchen sink I can't tell if my **** stinks tissue tissue tissue military issue sinus warfare it's so unfair

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC

The running battle

I'm a human man I can't believe this weather it's killing me germs germs germs when will they learn my nose isn't a playground they know, I know I can't say no it's a clogged kitchen sink I can't tell if my **** stinks tissue tissue tissue military issue sinus warfare it's so unfair

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At the time the words seemed right And might of been then but now somehow they don't Regret isn't something that binds me down So once I open my mouth And let the sounds out They're on their own A traveling *** Jumping from train to train But these jump from ear to ear Whether or not you choose to hear The letters I've thrown together were beautiful Only in my head And if words could **** Maybe I've saved some lives By holding them inside A self sacrifice Because they're eating me alive.

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May 13, 2016

May 13, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC

Unword

At the time the words seemed right And might of been then but now somehow they don't Regret isn't something that binds me down So once I open my mouth And let the sounds out They're on their own A traveling *** Jumping from train to train But these jump from ear to ear Whether or not you choose to hear The letters I've thrown together were beautiful Only in my head And if words could **** Maybe I've saved some lives By holding them inside A self sacrifice Because they're eating me alive.

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Smash the maggots on the trashcan lid Scrape the bark from the branch And prepare for battle Torn jeans A stained t-shirt And a face that can't show pain All that is needed to ensure victory A few quick swings And soon you feel the sting The tears start to build As if you had almost been killed Never before have your legs carried you this fast And at last you're safe in your mothers arms Some ice and a kiss makes it worth the pain And as for the mothers wish For you not to do it again It will go ignored In the next few years She'll wish you still played with sticks.

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC

Golden daze

Smash the maggots on the trashcan lid Scrape the bark from the branch And prepare for battle Torn jeans A stained t-shirt And a face that can't show pain All that is needed to ensure victory A few quick swings And soon you feel the sting The tears start to build As if you had almost been killed Never before have your legs carried you this fast And at last you're safe in your mothers arms Some ice and a kiss makes it worth the pain And as for the mothers wish For you not to do it again It will go ignored In the next few years She'll wish you still played with sticks.

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For me to dine with you We'd have water not wine Paper towels as napkins But you only get one sheet And this old pizza box for a plate The food will be cold And I can't give you dessert Though I do have some pretzels And chocolate syrup All of this is not because it's what you deserve It's just all I have to offer But unlike other places I'm open twenty-four seven

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC

A nice place to eat

For me to dine with you We'd have water not wine Paper towels as napkins But you only get one sheet And this old pizza box for a plate The food will be cold And I can't give you dessert Though I do have some pretzels And chocolate syrup All of this is not because it's what you deserve It's just all I have to offer But unlike other places I'm open twenty-four seven

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railroad tie crucifixions death of the working man pinned down hands dry desert prayers empty and vast an idol on the rise tv dreams and corporate schemes a ****** crown of broken homes marching through cities a real new years parade big business charts rise as the sky starts to fall young women want equality young men are sick of playing pretend where are the real guns

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC

Climbing the ladder

railroad tie crucifixions death of the working man pinned down hands dry desert prayers empty and vast an idol on the rise tv dreams and corporate schemes a ****** crown of broken homes marching through cities a real new years parade big business charts rise as the sky starts to fall young women want equality young men are sick of playing pretend where are the real guns

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Downtown is underground My feet are killing me And I still can't see I lost my sight ten miles back There was this symbol of pure innocence I came too close and it turns out Around here Nothings real I thought "maybe if I push myself" I couldn't do it I've never been good at being a **** I'm too nice a guy So I just sat there On what seemed like a mound of broken glass I started to feel around So I could get back on the road When I felt something crawling on the ground It was my dead dog from when I was eight I said "Hey boy." and started to pet him Then it happened I lost my hands, they fell off I couldn't cry I couldn't even scratch my head in a confused gesture So I did the one thing I could do Walk I was thinking of my childhood Or at least what I could remember My memory seemed to be slipping away I thought nothing of it, loss was the theme of the day I ran into an old man He was my grandfather, the one I never met I tried to catch up, and asked him how he'd been He pulled out my tongue So I gave him a hug What else was I going to do I blew I kiss good-bye with my stub And continued walking At least I had my lips Realization I started to think about my failure to question anything that was taking place Was it a dream Was I slipped some illicit drug I felt no pain I was de-evolved Maybe that was it After coming to this conclusion The narrator switches from past to present tense And I can sense my hearing losing strength Before I could hear the birds Now it's just my heart beat I know what’s next I only have one left And this means I'll never smell another rose I'm just a brain With some flesh and muscle And a little bit of pride I still haven't lost my mind Back to the past That’s how it all went Losing everything you neglect So I guess I respect everything That I don't have I'm still sitting in this dream world It's a little bit of heaven With a helping of hell Maybe that's it Maybe I died.

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC

Who needs 'em

Downtown is underground My feet are killing me And I still can't see I lost my sight ten miles back There was this symbol of pure innocence I came too close and it turns out Around here Nothings real I thought "maybe if I push myself" I couldn't do it I've never been good at being a **** I'm too nice a guy So I just sat there On what seemed like a mound of broken glass I started to feel around So I could get back on the road When I felt something crawling on the ground It was my dead dog from when I was eight I said "Hey boy." and started to pet him Then it happened I lost my hands, they fell off I couldn't cry I couldn't even scratch my head in a confused gesture So I did the one thing I could do Walk I was thinking of my childhood Or at least what I could remember My memory seemed to be slipping away I thought nothing of it, loss was the theme of the day I ran into an old man He was my grandfather, the one I never met I tried to catch up, and asked him how he'd been He pulled out my tongue So I gave him a hug What else was I going to do I blew I kiss good-bye with my stub And continued walking At least I had my lips Realization I started to think about my failure to question anything that was taking place Was it a dream Was I slipped some illicit drug I felt no pain I was de-evolved Maybe that was it After coming to this conclusion The narrator switches from past to present tense And I can sense my hearing losing strength Before I could hear the birds Now it's just my heart beat I know what’s next I only have one left And this means I'll never smell another rose I'm just a brain With some flesh and muscle And a little bit of pride I still haven't lost my mind Back to the past That’s how it all went Losing everything you neglect So I guess I respect everything That I don't have I'm still sitting in this dream world It's a little bit of heaven With a helping of hell Maybe that's it Maybe I died.

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shakin and bakin in limbo now i'm down to my boxers but please look away i have but an ounce of dignity left and that i need for my grave you only get one peek through the revolving doors and i need to look my best, sundays best better than all the rest, but under this skin who knows what's good enough maybe a hat i'm lucky like the fellow in front of me the line was cut short two men back The rest were hacked and sacked dripping all the way to eternities kiln cremated to fertilize the clouds in the sky sadly all that's left of this mans tail is the awaking and the stagnate unanswered question of life now sitting up and stepping down rubbing my windows of opportunity heading north bright eyed and bushy tailed

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC

Nine to five riot

shakin and bakin in limbo now i'm down to my boxers but please look away i have but an ounce of dignity left and that i need for my grave you only get one peek through the revolving doors and i need to look my best, sundays best better than all the rest, but under this skin who knows what's good enough maybe a hat i'm lucky like the fellow in front of me the line was cut short two men back The rest were hacked and sacked dripping all the way to eternities kiln cremated to fertilize the clouds in the sky sadly all that's left of this mans tail is the awaking and the stagnate unanswered question of life now sitting up and stepping down rubbing my windows of opportunity heading north bright eyed and bushy tailed

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Walking the tight rope over quick sand An umbrella in my hand, a snake as the handle Fear of life far exceeds fear of death The time is now, now I must fall But wouldn't you know it, there's a net Like the cartoons I shred to pieces blowing in the wind I land in the mud Take me to your master the worms say Ha ha ha, ask me again on Sunday and I'll take you to a circus Not any old circus, one with crucifictions and thorned crown wearing clowns tripping over their big shoes falling in the holy water and melting away. Sunday is the day we all have fun under the big top.

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC

Oh what fun it is

Walking the tight rope over quick sand An umbrella in my hand, a snake as the handle Fear of life far exceeds fear of death The time is now, now I must fall But wouldn't you know it, there's a net Like the cartoons I shred to pieces blowing in the wind I land in the mud Take me to your master the worms say Ha ha ha, ask me again on Sunday and I'll take you to a circus Not any old circus, one with crucifictions and thorned crown wearing clowns tripping over their big shoes falling in the holy water and melting away. Sunday is the day we all have fun under the big top.

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More fortitude less attitude If we'd just stay tuned we wouldn't rely on mood. Instead we change frequency constantly until we shut it off and shut life out. Too often we live inside ourselves Forcing all else to whither and rot. If there was ever a time to lay aggression to rest, Let it be now. If there has to be a place to save, Let it be earth.

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC

What's needed

More fortitude less attitude If we'd just stay tuned we wouldn't rely on mood. Instead we change frequency constantly until we shut it off and shut life out. Too often we live inside ourselves Forcing all else to whither and rot. If there was ever a time to lay aggression to rest, Let it be now. If there has to be a place to save, Let it be earth.

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