dotch-applestein - Hello Poetry

You finally said something to me. There I stand thinking of what to say I could say something funny or clever or cocky or rude or kind The things cycle in my head But too much time has passed I have said nothing nothing nothing anything would have been good to prove I'm alive that I am a person but you'll only remember me as the one with nothing to offer You've summed me up In an empty nutshell I watched your hair spin as you walked away I whispered a "Goodbye"

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC

Maybe Next Year

You finally said something to me. There I stand thinking of what to say I could say something funny or clever or cocky or rude or kind The things cycle in my head But too much time has passed I have said nothing nothing nothing anything would have been good to prove I'm alive that I am a person but you'll only remember me as the one with nothing to offer You've summed me up In an empty nutshell I watched your hair spin as you walked away I whispered a "Goodbye"

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Smiles bend it's all external distant from myself I can't connect I am both ugly and an ******* life will be hard for me I suspect

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC

Island in the City

Smiles bend it's all external distant from myself I can't connect I am both ugly and an ******* life will be hard for me I suspect

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Sit alone at lunch Stare at the wall in class dance at the prom with your shadow but with that girl in your head you dance good in your head attend her funeral alone with a black cloud hug your pillow wipe your own tears away build your own casket and hope that someone buries it

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC

You Know Who You Aren't

Sit alone at lunch Stare at the wall in class dance at the prom with your shadow but with that girl in your head you dance good in your head attend her funeral alone with a black cloud hug your pillow wipe your own tears away build your own casket and hope that someone buries it

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You chomp through your Cheetos and wipe the orange dust on the white leather seat of my sofa Your laughter echoes down the hall the walls find it contagious but my brain my brain my brain pulses with anger exertion to the surface of my skin back and forth back and forth down the hall I get the stain remover and finally enter the family room and you're not there no one is and neither is the stain I remember I'm alone wishing these things a big white empty house wishing to get angry with meaningless stains and you're never there where are you

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC

Blah bleh bluh

You chomp through your Cheetos and wipe the orange dust on the white leather seat of my sofa Your laughter echoes down the hall the walls find it contagious but my brain my brain my brain pulses with anger exertion to the surface of my skin back and forth back and forth down the hall I get the stain remover and finally enter the family room and you're not there no one is and neither is the stain I remember I'm alone wishing these things a big white empty house wishing to get angry with meaningless stains and you're never there where are you

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I have travelled back in time only to find, myself at the age of twelve and I told him "Son, enjoy a time of loving yourself because you will grow to hate yourself" The punch line is: that memory is what drove me to this self-hatred.

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC

Channel Your Energy

I have travelled back in time only to find, myself at the age of twelve and I told him "Son, enjoy a time of loving yourself because you will grow to hate yourself" The punch line is: that memory is what drove me to this self-hatred.

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Pulled by sounds of the inner ear My mouth it trembles, it inches near to whisper nothings in her ear to expose my inner fear The sounds aloud say "Enter Dear" but I don't think i'll windsurf here I find it clear that Winter's near Retreat outside this inner ear! I run and dive and disappear in the desert in the clear where nothing tries to interfere to be alone and chin the tears to sway and pass the spinning years to dance and bow and give my cheers I know I am the winner here

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Feb 11, 2014

Feb 11, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC

Conscience

Pulled by sounds of the inner ear My mouth it trembles, it inches near to whisper nothings in her ear to expose my inner fear The sounds aloud say "Enter Dear" but I don't think i'll windsurf here I find it clear that Winter's near Retreat outside this inner ear! I run and dive and disappear in the desert in the clear where nothing tries to interfere to be alone and chin the tears to sway and pass the spinning years to dance and bow and give my cheers I know I am the winner here

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You say I'm out of my mind, but I am very much inside of it

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC

Oh Well [haiku]

You say I'm out of my mind, but I am very much inside of it

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you're walking mighty cocky, gobble every little kudo to so grow your bobbing crimson head instead of mending bridges burnt to ash and grain you rain and wobble 'top this weather vain, again you drain the night no flight, that's right it's you I've named the Rooster.

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC

The Rooster

you're walking mighty cocky, gobble every little kudo to so grow your bobbing crimson head instead of mending bridges burnt to ash and grain you rain and wobble 'top this weather vain, again you drain the night no flight, that's right it's you I've named the Rooster.

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