david-ian-go - Hello Poetry

I don’t ask for forever— we both know how that ended. The pages past are folded, creased by the weight of all we couldn’t be. But there’s something quieter I’m holding onto: this present moment. The way we talk like old friends with memories between the words, not wounds. I know you're not part of my future— that chapter’s closed. But what I’m afraid of, what keeps me up sometimes, is that you won’t be part of my now either. And maybe that’s selfish. But losing love was one thing. Losing you altogether feels like too much.

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May 9, 2025

May 9, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC

david-ian-go

Not Forever, Just Now

I don’t ask for forever— we both know how that ended. The pages past are folded, creased by the weight of all we couldn’t be. But there’s something quieter I’m holding onto: this present moment. The way we talk like old friends with memories between the words, not wounds. I know you're not part of my future— that chapter’s closed. But what I’m afraid of, what keeps me up sometimes, is that you won’t be part of my now either. And maybe that’s selfish. But losing love was one thing. Losing you altogether feels like too much.

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Although I thought that I was well Something was missing, I could tell An emptiness nothing could quell When at last on my knees I fell Though the world has torn me apart Lord, you calmed my disquiet heart God, Your love has set me apart My King, you were there from the start Here I am Lord, praying, praising Though my feeble heart is aching Lord, Your love is ever growing God, Your grace is always flowing

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC

david-ian-go

Flowing

Although I thought that I was well Something was missing, I could tell An emptiness nothing could quell When at last on my knees I fell Though the world has torn me apart Lord, you calmed my disquiet heart God, Your love has set me apart My King, you were there from the start Here I am Lord, praying, praising Though my feeble heart is aching Lord, Your love is ever growing God, Your grace is always flowing

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Living a life without meaning Fighting a fray and not winning Maybe there's more I cannot see Is there someone who hears my plea? I cried alone in bed one night Thinking if I should end my fight That night I continued to weep Hoping that I could fall asleep Just when I thought that all is lost Then came the One who paid the cost Of the affliction of my sin That is when something changed within I always thought I was alone But He treated me as His own My Father, Yahweh the gracious Who told me, son you are precious

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC

david-ian-go

Precious

Living a life without meaning Fighting a fray and not winning Maybe there's more I cannot see Is there someone who hears my plea? I cried alone in bed one night Thinking if I should end my fight That night I continued to weep Hoping that I could fall asleep Just when I thought that all is lost Then came the One who paid the cost Of the affliction of my sin That is when something changed within I always thought I was alone But He treated me as His own My Father, Yahweh the gracious Who told me, son you are precious

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A tiny bead on a plain of green, Delivered by wings that gleam. A tiny pearl of white so small, To hatch on foliage of green I crawl. I feed on foliage and nothing more, To grow and ready for when I soar. When I grow big, and fat, and stout, I slumber, and sleep, and just hide out. For weeks I wait until I reform, In a cloak of green that could stand a storm. When the right time comes then I emerge, A butterfly; to seek thy love I'm urged. And when thy love is finally found, Together we shall then be bound. And on green leaves which we unfurl, We then shall place a tiny pearl.

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC

david-ian-go

The Cycle

A tiny bead on a plain of green, Delivered by wings that gleam. A tiny pearl of white so small, To hatch on foliage of green I crawl. I feed on foliage and nothing more, To grow and ready for when I soar. When I grow big, and fat, and stout, I slumber, and sleep, and just hide out. For weeks I wait until I reform, In a cloak of green that could stand a storm. When the right time comes then I emerge, A butterfly; to seek thy love I'm urged. And when thy love is finally found, Together we shall then be bound. And on green leaves which we unfurl, We then shall place a tiny pearl.

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I'm a hopeless romantic I'm in love with love I believe in fairytales I do the cheesiest stuff I'm a hopeless romantic I dream in color about you I think of falling in love I dream of just us two I'm a hopeless romantic I smile at the idea of us Surfing on rainbows And jumping on clouds I'm a hopless romantic All I think of is you I knew we were in love And then I woke up

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC

david-ian-go

I'm a Hopeless Romantic

I'm a hopeless romantic I'm in love with love I believe in fairytales I do the cheesiest stuff I'm a hopeless romantic I dream in color about you I think of falling in love I dream of just us two I'm a hopeless romantic I smile at the idea of us Surfing on rainbows And jumping on clouds I'm a hopless romantic All I think of is you I knew we were in love And then I woke up

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there are some things that lay beneath what is visible, there are some words that are not said yet understood, there are things invisible to the naked eye but are still felt, there are some things you never thought were there, there are some words never spoken, never uttered, but these are those words that give so much feelings and emotions, those are the things I want you to see.

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC

david-ian-go

Nothing I Said

there are some things that lay beneath what is visible, there are some words that are not said yet understood, there are things invisible to the naked eye but are still felt, there are some things you never thought were there, there are some words never spoken, never uttered, but these are those words that give so much feelings and emotions, those are the things I want you to see.

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Sitting quietly in the waiting room, Waiting patiently for the time to come, Not knowing exactly what to assume, Wondering if what I'm doing is dumb. Every second slowly passing by, Every moment feels like forever, I don't know exactly why, But this feels like a lonely endeavor. But God gives hope in every situation, And He keeps telling me to wait a little longer, Even in this time of great frustration, He never fails to make me stronger. And that is why I tell myself, Just wait on God and let Him lead, Just stop thinking about yourself, And in His words, take heed. For His plans for you are certainly great, So just trust in Him and wait.

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

david-ian-go

The Waiting Room

Sitting quietly in the waiting room, Waiting patiently for the time to come, Not knowing exactly what to assume, Wondering if what I'm doing is dumb. Every second slowly passing by, Every moment feels like forever, I don't know exactly why, But this feels like a lonely endeavor. But God gives hope in every situation, And He keeps telling me to wait a little longer, Even in this time of great frustration, He never fails to make me stronger. And that is why I tell myself, Just wait on God and let Him lead, Just stop thinking about yourself, And in His words, take heed. For His plans for you are certainly great, So just trust in Him and wait.

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Love is suicide, Loving you is emotional death Hyperventilation, Cardiac arrest There exists no life without you I am crippled by the absence of your warmth Struggling to be free from thy love Whilst chained to the ground.

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC

david-ian-go

Love

Love is suicide, Loving you is emotional death Hyperventilation, Cardiac arrest There exists no life without you I am crippled by the absence of your warmth Struggling to be free from thy love Whilst chained to the ground.

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Not all photographers can shoot forever, Not all writers can write forever, Not all artists can be in love with art forever, One thing's for sure, art will be there forever Though artists may lose interest, Though they may run out of ideas Though they may get crippled by old age Art will remain, in their hearts, minds and souls Though musicians can fall deaf, Though singers may turn mute, Although we all start to fade, Art will always be there powered by our love I may one day lose the capability To write my poems in pen and paper But the art will forever remain In my mind, in my heart, and in my soul Art is the fuel that keeps me running, Art is my life.

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC

david-ian-go

Thou Art Immortal

Not all photographers can shoot forever, Not all writers can write forever, Not all artists can be in love with art forever, One thing's for sure, art will be there forever Though artists may lose interest, Though they may run out of ideas Though they may get crippled by old age Art will remain, in their hearts, minds and souls Though musicians can fall deaf, Though singers may turn mute, Although we all start to fade, Art will always be there powered by our love I may one day lose the capability To write my poems in pen and paper But the art will forever remain In my mind, in my heart, and in my soul Art is the fuel that keeps me running, Art is my life.

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My mind is in a state of panic, My world just turned psychedelic Like all is lost in pure confusion It's like my mind is in delusion. Now, all I see is black and white, All I hear are moans and cries I come to ask myself, oh why? but all I say are stupid lies. This might sound crazy, yes it might but I have no choice, I wonder why. I might be in love with someone I despise 'cause all she says are beautiful lies.

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC

david-ian-go

Crazy, just crazy

My mind is in a state of panic, My world just turned psychedelic Like all is lost in pure confusion It's like my mind is in delusion. Now, all I see is black and white, All I hear are moans and cries I come to ask myself, oh why? but all I say are stupid lies. This might sound crazy, yes it might but I have no choice, I wonder why. I might be in love with someone I despise 'cause all she says are beautiful lies.

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