david-doran - Hello Poetry

Oh take me home To my melancholic road, Where I used to stroll everyday. Where all you would hear Was the song of a wing And a sigh was all you would say. Where all you would smell Was the freshest of air And the sweetest of colours in May. Oh take me home To my melancholic road, Oh take me back for one day.

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC

Melancholic road

Oh take me home To my melancholic road, Where I used to stroll everyday. Where all you would hear Was the song of a wing And a sigh was all you would say. Where all you would smell Was the freshest of air And the sweetest of colours in May. Oh take me home To my melancholic road, Oh take me back for one day.

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As I sit here above the sky And look upon the clouds I stretch my mind far and wide As much as it allows The further I set out about The sea above the land It covers and clears, and covers and clears And without a doubt expands The tiny lights and tiny fields It's as if I am a God With one quick wipe I clean the land Or upon a town I trod Yet I can't help feeling like a lonely bird Upon my wings today However, it's quiet nice to feel alone It has its own strange way I seem to appreciate the smaller things Like orange rising up from grey

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC

Above

As I sit here above the sky And look upon the clouds I stretch my mind far and wide As much as it allows The further I set out about The sea above the land It covers and clears, and covers and clears And without a doubt expands The tiny lights and tiny fields It's as if I am a God With one quick wipe I clean the land Or upon a town I trod Yet I can't help feeling like a lonely bird Upon my wings today However, it's quiet nice to feel alone It has its own strange way I seem to appreciate the smaller things Like orange rising up from grey

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Drop your pen - How does that feel? I agree The pen is mightier than the sword Only, however, if you want to get people On your side If the other side is carelessly Brandishing their rapier Then the pen can become a thing of evil Just because the pen doesn't **** people Doesn't mean it can't lead people Off a cliff People need to remember that

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC

The Pen

Drop your pen - How does that feel? I agree The pen is mightier than the sword Only, however, if you want to get people On your side If the other side is carelessly Brandishing their rapier Then the pen can become a thing of evil Just because the pen doesn't **** people Doesn't mean it can't lead people Off a cliff People need to remember that

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**** - Why do I feel like this I have what I need But not what I want Am I selfish? - I guess I'm not the only one But that doesn't help These songs aren't helping Although I love them - Do I need to constantly feel more? I thought that was over I want that carbon But no, I mustn't I mustn't even try. "At the dawning of the day" Hi.. Hi.. Oh why Does that make me so happy Even to imagine Oh but I do love now I am just selfish Even to love what I want. I am afraid I am afraid to fall in Incase I fall out That's what different I won't fall out! I command you.. The heart doesn't follow commands Stories don't end With happily ever after Why would this be different You know why! Oh eat me alive Nothing is true Everything.. Everything is permitted - I wish Some songs don't even feel like They have to be written They have always been there Someone just wrote it down one day Oh write it up Oh write it down Oh let us wait until we can't Then act Youthful Full, yes, of many things Full enough to know it's chemical But I like to think it's more Pine That is the tree I'd grow from My body I Pine for you Full enough to know Know what I can't have I'll want more - **** -

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC

Scribble

**** - Why do I feel like this I have what I need But not what I want Am I selfish? - I guess I'm not the only one But that doesn't help These songs aren't helping Although I love them - Do I need to constantly feel more? I thought that was over I want that carbon But no, I mustn't I mustn't even try. "At the dawning of the day" Hi.. Hi.. Oh why Does that make me so happy Even to imagine Oh but I do love now I am just selfish Even to love what I want. I am afraid I am afraid to fall in Incase I fall out That's what different I won't fall out! I command you.. The heart doesn't follow commands Stories don't end With happily ever after Why would this be different You know why! Oh eat me alive Nothing is true Everything.. Everything is permitted - I wish Some songs don't even feel like They have to be written They have always been there Someone just wrote it down one day Oh write it up Oh write it down Oh let us wait until we can't Then act Youthful Full, yes, of many things Full enough to know it's chemical But I like to think it's more Pine That is the tree I'd grow from My body I Pine for you Full enough to know Know what I can't have I'll want more - **** -

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I can physically feel emotional pain, It's eating life as it drains, Each suffers through the unrequitedness, It could all be changed with a single kiss.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC

Untitled

I can physically feel emotional pain, It's eating life as it drains, Each suffers through the unrequitedness, It could all be changed with a single kiss.

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They all say happiness fills you up -- I don't know how this feels, It's not happiness that fills my cup But something that feels much more real. It takes hold and becomes a part of me. A poignant poisonous part, but a part none the less, I am split in two and want to flee. Only -- one half does. (he can watch it later I guess) It's her, it's her, it's why I go. She's all I need, all I want to know.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC

Depression/ Alcoholism

They all say happiness fills you up -- I don't know how this feels, It's not happiness that fills my cup But something that feels much more real. It takes hold and becomes a part of me. A poignant poisonous part, but a part none the less, I am split in two and want to flee. Only -- one half does. (he can watch it later I guess) It's her, it's her, it's why I go. She's all I need, all I want to know.

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The Path is straight and ending And quite easy just to follow Few obstacles or bendings No bumps or a single hollow. But I choose, not to follow the Path, I will roughage in the new. If I learned one thing from that: We should do what we love to do. It won't always be so easy To live so wild and free, But it's much worse, on that Path Which we call society.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC

Society

The Path is straight and ending And quite easy just to follow Few obstacles or bendings No bumps or a single hollow. But I choose, not to follow the Path, I will roughage in the new. If I learned one thing from that: We should do what we love to do. It won't always be so easy To live so wild and free, But it's much worse, on that Path Which we call society.

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Heavy wings and heavy thoughts, It's hard to live and bare This tangled web in which we're caught, Threads of darkness and despair. But yet I see the candle burn As it flows, a flickering flame, Engulfs me whole as I learn To fight the threads and pain. Although I fear my flame will die, And I be left alone, So just incase you wonder why Somethings are best unknown.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC

Threads

Heavy wings and heavy thoughts, It's hard to live and bare This tangled web in which we're caught, Threads of darkness and despair. But yet I see the candle burn As it flows, a flickering flame, Engulfs me whole as I learn To fight the threads and pain. Although I fear my flame will die, And I be left alone, So just incase you wonder why Somethings are best unknown.

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I am I am I am You are You are You are

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC

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I am I am I am You are You are You are

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There is an old proverb And this is how it goes 'A ship is safe when harbored, Snugly in land that's closed.' But ships weren't meant to be harbored, They were not built to be snug but free, Their masts to fly high and proud, Through the stormy waves of seas.

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC

Ships

There is an old proverb And this is how it goes 'A ship is safe when harbored, Snugly in land that's closed.' But ships weren't meant to be harbored, They were not built to be snug but free, Their masts to fly high and proud, Through the stormy waves of seas.

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