devyn-breanne-smith - Hello Poetry

I find it interesting how every letter that inks from pen to paper knows exactly what it stands for and successfully represents as an individual. Yet, continually has the humility to serve with others to achieve a high purpose much bigger than themselves. If only we could say the same about the writer.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

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I find it interesting how every letter that inks from pen to paper knows exactly what it stands for and successfully represents as an individual. Yet, continually has the humility to serve with others to achieve a high purpose much bigger than themselves. If only we could say the same about the writer.

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I wonder in a hundred years What people will say of Beverly Hills Will they speak of it like the Romans or Hollywood in it's hayday? or will they speak at all Will it all just fade away. Will the dresses be remembered and lunches skipped be praised? The ones that do not lift a finger Only eyebrows they raise behind their shades.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Beverly Hills

I wonder in a hundred years What people will say of Beverly Hills Will they speak of it like the Romans or Hollywood in it's hayday? or will they speak at all Will it all just fade away. Will the dresses be remembered and lunches skipped be praised? The ones that do not lift a finger Only eyebrows they raise behind their shades.

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I wish to be the Pac Man to your soul; eating away all of the small daily problems on your heart, and taking care of the big ones too. I want to turn the ever-present dangers in your life To ghosts of the past, and chase those away as long as I can So that you might see the fruits of the spirit hidden away at the center of your being without the distraction of the fear and pain that once surrounded it. And when it's all cleared, and you see yourself as I always have I want to dive deeper and begin again.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

electr(on)ic Love

I wish to be the Pac Man to your soul; eating away all of the small daily problems on your heart, and taking care of the big ones too. I want to turn the ever-present dangers in your life To ghosts of the past, and chase those away as long as I can So that you might see the fruits of the spirit hidden away at the center of your being without the distraction of the fear and pain that once surrounded it. And when it's all cleared, and you see yourself as I always have I want to dive deeper and begin again.

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Let's start our life. Let's go buy little home in a small town with a white picket fence and front porch swing. Let's have neighbors that only know me by your last name. You can be the town policeman, and handyman on the weekends and I can write for the newspaper, and make poetry about you. We'll spend our days loving each other, making big jars of sweet tea, trying to cook with fresh fruits and vegetables from our garden out back and going to the one Dairy Queen in town when we fail miserably. Let's laugh at our mistakes over chocolate dipped cones. Let's melt away afternoons dancing barefoot through our kitchen, and evenings camping in our backyard. Let's paint the house blue, and then repaint it because of how many times it led to making love on an empty bedroom floor. Let's buy vanilla scented candles from the grandmotherly figure up the road. Let's do it. You and me. And one day, I will be in the kitchen making a sandwich in one of your sweatshirts, and I'll come into the room to find you sitting on the floor. I won't ask, but give a half laugh and slide down beside you, quietly, so as not to break the daze you're in, and I'll join whatever world you've gone into. As we sit in silence, you can hear the soft pitter of rain on our roof. We'll look at each other with peace, and I'll mirror the smile you're beginning to show, because we know. We have it. You will grab me and spin me around until we collapse and laugh in sheer giddiness. We'll eat our sandwiches right there on the floor and fall into an afternoon nap. And it will all truly be, alright. Can you imagine living in that high of a frequency, in blissful euphoria with the love of you and your soulmate that God himself put in you, surrounding you wholly?

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Daydreaming

Let's start our life. Let's go buy little home in a small town with a white picket fence and front porch swing. Let's have neighbors that only know me by your last name. You can be the town policeman, and handyman on the weekends and I can write for the newspaper, and make poetry about you. We'll spend our days loving each other, making big jars of sweet tea, trying to cook with fresh fruits and vegetables from our garden out back and going to the one Dairy Queen in town when we fail miserably. Let's laugh at our mistakes over chocolate dipped cones. Let's melt away afternoons dancing barefoot through our kitchen, and evenings camping in our backyard. Let's paint the house blue, and then repaint it because of how many times it led to making love on an empty bedroom floor. Let's buy vanilla scented candles from the grandmotherly figure up the road. Let's do it. You and me. And one day, I will be in the kitchen making a sandwich in one of your sweatshirts, and I'll come into the room to find you sitting on the floor. I won't ask, but give a half laugh and slide down beside you, quietly, so as not to break the daze you're in, and I'll join whatever world you've gone into. As we sit in silence, you can hear the soft pitter of rain on our roof. We'll look at each other with peace, and I'll mirror the smile you're beginning to show, because we know. We have it. You will grab me and spin me around until we collapse and laugh in sheer giddiness. We'll eat our sandwiches right there on the floor and fall into an afternoon nap. And it will all truly be, alright. Can you imagine living in that high of a frequency, in blissful euphoria with the love of you and your soulmate that God himself put in you, surrounding you wholly?

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I've formed this gun from the pains of my past It's loaded with fear, There is no safety. I draw at first sign of danger, and you terrify me. Finger on the trigger You kiss the barrel The bullet turns to a petal and there is growth Where I've only seen destruction.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Untitled

I've formed this gun from the pains of my past It's loaded with fear, There is no safety. I draw at first sign of danger, and you terrify me. Finger on the trigger You kiss the barrel The bullet turns to a petal and there is growth Where I've only seen destruction.

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Lately I wear matching socks On my feet Ending at the ankle Not at the knee Where they used to be. Laundry clean All dishes sparkling My apartments pristine My car windshield bug-free Not a single fast food wrapper In the passenger seat and my gas gauge never falls below Half empty. I no longer find enjoyment in My life mirroring a circus Everything has a place And is fully fulfilling its purpose. Most take my orderliness As ambitiousness A testament to My diligence When it's simply a need For my life and mind to be An antithesis.

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Lately

Lately I wear matching socks On my feet Ending at the ankle Not at the knee Where they used to be. Laundry clean All dishes sparkling My apartments pristine My car windshield bug-free Not a single fast food wrapper In the passenger seat and my gas gauge never falls below Half empty. I no longer find enjoyment in My life mirroring a circus Everything has a place And is fully fulfilling its purpose. Most take my orderliness As ambitiousness A testament to My diligence When it's simply a need For my life and mind to be An antithesis.

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I fear I will float away from swallowing thought bubbles trying to escape out of my mouth on the wave of deep breathes in being with you make me take.

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Aug 27, 2014

Aug 27, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

bubbles

I fear I will float away from swallowing thought bubbles trying to escape out of my mouth on the wave of deep breathes in being with you make me take.

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I woke up in a new chapter today A new wind From the north Rolled in Blowing my attempts to keep you at bay And giving my heart away. I know I should be scared Cause I'd sworn off vulnerability But the smoke smell off your jacket That's laid on my bed since you lent it to me Must be clouding up my senses Cause I'm not considering running a possibility. All I can think is "we" are a happily ever after opportunity. I used to play this game with guys Try and find their flaws Cause then I could convince myself The waters too high to cross. Understand for me This is new territory I mean, you fell right out of my Perfect love story. I would swear off guys Claiming I was looking for someone like you Never really thinking my standards Would hold true I shot for the impossible Thinking no one would compare I'd be alone and never hurt Cause in love and war alls fair. when you came in and knocked me off my perfectly laid out plan I braced to feel the floor on my back- Instead I felt your hand. So this message is to show you All my walls are down I've cleared the debris For you and me Building our little brick cottage And white picket fence around.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Strides

I woke up in a new chapter today A new wind From the north Rolled in Blowing my attempts to keep you at bay And giving my heart away. I know I should be scared Cause I'd sworn off vulnerability But the smoke smell off your jacket That's laid on my bed since you lent it to me Must be clouding up my senses Cause I'm not considering running a possibility. All I can think is "we" are a happily ever after opportunity. I used to play this game with guys Try and find their flaws Cause then I could convince myself The waters too high to cross. Understand for me This is new territory I mean, you fell right out of my Perfect love story. I would swear off guys Claiming I was looking for someone like you Never really thinking my standards Would hold true I shot for the impossible Thinking no one would compare I'd be alone and never hurt Cause in love and war alls fair. when you came in and knocked me off my perfectly laid out plan I braced to feel the floor on my back- Instead I felt your hand. So this message is to show you All my walls are down I've cleared the debris For you and me Building our little brick cottage And white picket fence around.

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What do you do when your heroes die? And human nature comes alive Allowing faults to thrive when you grow up and realize What you idolize You no longer recognize Staring into their eyes. When you come to terms That all that you've earned To grasp acceptance you'll never find Is from someone that only exists in your mind The one you allowed to be your eyes bc they convinced you you were blind? They lied It was all contrived. You've been deprived But you survived. A puppet no longer, You Have arrived.

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Jun 8, 2014

Jun 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Do not revive

What do you do when your heroes die? And human nature comes alive Allowing faults to thrive when you grow up and realize What you idolize You no longer recognize Staring into their eyes. When you come to terms That all that you've earned To grasp acceptance you'll never find Is from someone that only exists in your mind The one you allowed to be your eyes bc they convinced you you were blind? They lied It was all contrived. You've been deprived But you survived. A puppet no longer, You Have arrived.

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so many times I've treated men as a green light. Passing them over without as much of a nod Too submerged in my own music and simply enjoying the wind from my unrolled windows feeling the goodness of the ride I have no intention of stopping. Others I have seen as a passing yellow. I slow take notice but ultimately make it through. My journey can't be interrupted by annoying yellows. And then there is red. My Red. stopped me. my destination lost importance the allure of the deep passionate alluring demanding Red. The wind stopped. I didn't mind. The song ended. I hadn't noticed. An Interruption of everything else I knew. Showed me How much I had missed. Where does the red go? when it too soon turns to green again. I wanted to wait there. curse the other colors until I found the red. but so many others behind me pushing me on my way. I relented. I regret it. next time there is a red. Ill run it.

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC

devyn-breanne-smith

Timing

so many times I've treated men as a green light. Passing them over without as much of a nod Too submerged in my own music and simply enjoying the wind from my unrolled windows feeling the goodness of the ride I have no intention of stopping. Others I have seen as a passing yellow. I slow take notice but ultimately make it through. My journey can't be interrupted by annoying yellows. And then there is red. My Red. stopped me. my destination lost importance the allure of the deep passionate alluring demanding Red. The wind stopped. I didn't mind. The song ended. I hadn't noticed. An Interruption of everything else I knew. Showed me How much I had missed. Where does the red go? when it too soon turns to green again. I wanted to wait there. curse the other colors until I found the red. but so many others behind me pushing me on my way. I relented. I regret it. next time there is a red. Ill run it.

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