drizzt - Hello Poetry

Setting sun and color dims Some park and bench from ancient years Some thousand heads have rested there On rotted wood and metal. Rising moon and darkness falls The withered cane clicks on the walk The empty purse a ticking clock 'Til tired eyes shut finite. Countless stars and total night Her wrinkled soul like body maimed Her tattooed wrist whose digits named One jilted grain of sand - sleeps.

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Oct 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC

Hourglass

Setting sun and color dims Some park and bench from ancient years Some thousand heads have rested there On rotted wood and metal. Rising moon and darkness falls The withered cane clicks on the walk The empty purse a ticking clock 'Til tired eyes shut finite. Countless stars and total night Her wrinkled soul like body maimed Her tattooed wrist whose digits named One jilted grain of sand - sleeps.

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Summer turns to winter, And cold conquers all. In solitude I stand, Then shiver, then fall. But suddenly, a breeze, A spring thaw come soon. Dancing, sometimes touching, She swirls and sings a tune. Crimson gal(e) pulling inwards, To which crimson hearts betray. She is my god of the gaps, And as wind, she blows away.

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Oct 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC

God of the Gaps

Summer turns to winter, And cold conquers all. In solitude I stand, Then shiver, then fall. But suddenly, a breeze, A spring thaw come soon. Dancing, sometimes touching, She swirls and sings a tune. Crimson gal(e) pulling inwards, To which crimson hearts betray. She is my god of the gaps, And as wind, she blows away.

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He wore a coat from the day he stepped Out from his home now forgotten and lost, With patches and pockets and rips or Tears scattered 'round a cloak journey tossed. He wore a coat from the day he stepped Out to remove now himself from his sheath, He pondered the skin under now bare **** and uncovered the monster beneath.

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC

Coats

He wore a coat from the day he stepped Out from his home now forgotten and lost, With patches and pockets and rips or Tears scattered 'round a cloak journey tossed. He wore a coat from the day he stepped Out to remove now himself from his sheath, He pondered the skin under now bare **** and uncovered the monster beneath.

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I sit here against my screen, my words flowing like the blood in my alcohol inflated veins, My mind muddled, yet flowing, open, and at ease. I sit here listening to voices, singing. And I miss you all. I would like to say that it consumes me, that it occupies my every step. I would like to think that it would make me human. But it is not that. It is a dull aching in my stomach. That small nagging in my gut that reminds me that while I am not truly alone, I sure as hell feel it. My friends, I would love to raise a glass, smile, and thank you all for everything, sitting here shirtless and tired in my desk chair. But that would be talking to the two million pixels on my screen, and not you. My friends, You help me walk. You help me jump. You let me fly. My friends, I've said this before, and My friends, I will say it a thousand more times, because I cannot say it enough, and My friends, I thank you.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC

For Everyone.

I sit here against my screen, my words flowing like the blood in my alcohol inflated veins, My mind muddled, yet flowing, open, and at ease. I sit here listening to voices, singing. And I miss you all. I would like to say that it consumes me, that it occupies my every step. I would like to think that it would make me human. But it is not that. It is a dull aching in my stomach. That small nagging in my gut that reminds me that while I am not truly alone, I sure as hell feel it. My friends, I would love to raise a glass, smile, and thank you all for everything, sitting here shirtless and tired in my desk chair. But that would be talking to the two million pixels on my screen, and not you. My friends, You help me walk. You help me jump. You let me fly. My friends, I've said this before, and My friends, I will say it a thousand more times, because I cannot say it enough, and My friends, I thank you.

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It's in these small moments When you least expect it. A burst of gratitude For all that you haven't. And inversely, All that you do - So have my thanks For being you. My friends Are there When I'm Not here.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC

Always.

It's in these small moments When you least expect it. A burst of gratitude For all that you haven't. And inversely, All that you do - So have my thanks For being you. My friends Are there When I'm Not here.

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It's amazing how Two simple words Can lift weights unimaginable.

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC

Thank you.

It's amazing how Two simple words Can lift weights unimaginable.

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I need a mattress, An object to fall on. Something to cradle me As I drift off to sleep. I need a mattress, An object to sleep on. Something to comfort me As I fitfully dream. I need a mattress - But, alas, I dream - I fear. If only I didn't fear of crushing it Under it's weight As well as my own. I want a mattress.

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC

Who Needs Sleep, Anyways?

I need a mattress, An object to fall on. Something to cradle me As I drift off to sleep. I need a mattress, An object to sleep on. Something to comfort me As I fitfully dream. I need a mattress - But, alas, I dream - I fear. If only I didn't fear of crushing it Under it's weight As well as my own. I want a mattress.

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I crave a voice other than mine - It consumes me in pleasant conversation , But then slowly moves into darker realms Dispelled by a shake of the head. I crave a voice other than mine - Mine is not a voice I am capable of following blindly, Or trusting with the whole of my heart As it seeks to destroy the very thing I hold dear. As it seeks to exploit my single, greatest fear. As it seeks to drown myself in my own silent shouts and the grabbing of my hair. I crave a voice other than mine - But they are all asleep.

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May 1, 2014

May 1, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC

An Inconvenient Hour

I crave a voice other than mine - It consumes me in pleasant conversation , But then slowly moves into darker realms Dispelled by a shake of the head. I crave a voice other than mine - Mine is not a voice I am capable of following blindly, Or trusting with the whole of my heart As it seeks to destroy the very thing I hold dear. As it seeks to exploit my single, greatest fear. As it seeks to drown myself in my own silent shouts and the grabbing of my hair. I crave a voice other than mine - But they are all asleep.

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Trust is a mirror That I ask you to hold With a steady hand Lest you drop it. There are a few who I trust to show my face To whom it matters Such as myself. Trust is a mirror That I myself have held With a steady hand Before it dropped.

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May 1, 2014

May 1, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

The Looking Glass

Trust is a mirror That I ask you to hold With a steady hand Lest you drop it. There are a few who I trust to show my face To whom it matters Such as myself. Trust is a mirror That I myself have held With a steady hand Before it dropped.

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It sits in my stomach / Resting, waiting. Unsolved, / But not unwarranted. A problem. It stirs / it bristles as it sits up and stretches. Yawning / pandiculating. It's awake. \ It begins to gnaw. Eating you alive from the inside. Encompassing the whole of your mind. Focus. Focus. Focus. You can't. You run. You can't. You hide. You can't. You breath. You can't. You can't. You can't. It is there. It lives on. It cannot die. It thrives. It grins. You collapse. It wins.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC

The Nature of Problems

It sits in my stomach / Resting, waiting. Unsolved, / But not unwarranted. A problem. It stirs / it bristles as it sits up and stretches. Yawning / pandiculating. It's awake. \ It begins to gnaw. Eating you alive from the inside. Encompassing the whole of your mind. Focus. Focus. Focus. You can't. You run. You can't. You hide. You can't. You breath. You can't. You can't. You can't. It is there. It lives on. It cannot die. It thrives. It grins. You collapse. It wins.

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