dylan-chase-clifton - Hello Poetry

I will love you for your smile. I will love you for your laugh. I will love you for your smell. I will love you, this I’ll tell. I will love you for your jokes. I will love you for your weirdness. I will love you for your stubbornness. I will love you, god as my witness. I will love you for your kisses. I will love you for your cuddles. I will love you for your punches. I will love you, while I eat my lunches. I will love you for your talents. I will love you for your mistakes. I will love you for your life. I will love you, you are my wife. The truth to the matter is very clear. I love you to the moon my dear.

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC

To The Moon

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We all have this vision of our lives, With dreams hopes and aspirations We think we know what we want and need But somewhere along the journey We find something worth so much more. For me it was my wife. She came into my life so quickly And changed me to the core My work and interests were replaced My selfish dreams became no more Slowly but sure our lives changed together Our love evolved as did our needs I still have goals and dreams in mind That I chase less than before. On this path that I take I learned something more No matter what road you are on, You never know what it’s truly for. Embrace the journey and the pain What you want and need in life Will never be the same

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC

Embrace The Journey

We all have this vision of our lives, With dreams hopes and aspirations We think we know what we want and need But somewhere along the journey We find something worth so much more. For me it was my wife. She came into my life so quickly And changed me to the core My work and interests were replaced My selfish dreams became no more Slowly but sure our lives changed together Our love evolved as did our needs I still have goals and dreams in mind That I chase less than before. On this path that I take I learned something more No matter what road you are on, You never know what it’s truly for. Embrace the journey and the pain What you want and need in life Will never be the same

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They asked for my input. So I told them what I thought. Little did they know, Their opinion it was not. I get advice from my peers As the silence fills the room. The air just disappears As if my words spelled doom.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC

Out Loud

They asked for my input. So I told them what I thought. Little did they know, Their opinion it was not. I get advice from my peers As the silence fills the room. The air just disappears As if my words spelled doom.

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My life is draining away The clock is ticking to say Why do I live this way?

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC

Ticking Away

My life is draining away The clock is ticking to say Why do I live this way?

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We all strive to live the way we vision We follow the crowds and make the same decision Unaware of the path we follow We fall into the corporate prison

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC

Corporate Prison

We all strive to live the way we vision We follow the crowds and make the same decision Unaware of the path we follow We fall into the corporate prison

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My Days are occupied by meaningless tasks. Staring at this blank computer screen, I slowly develop these lifeless masks. Living in small cubes of office walls. I find my escape in the bathroom stalls. This life that we call work. Has caught us in reality’s pitfalls. How did we end up here? Born with dreams of growing up, We lost our souls right there. There are only seven days in a week. Five days spent wasting our lives away. Two days spent resting like the weak, Just to keep working for this ****** pay. There so much more for me to do. There is so much I need to say… But tomorrow is just another work day.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC

Just another day.

My Days are occupied by meaningless tasks. Staring at this blank computer screen, I slowly develop these lifeless masks. Living in small cubes of office walls. I find my escape in the bathroom stalls. This life that we call work. Has caught us in reality’s pitfalls. How did we end up here? Born with dreams of growing up, We lost our souls right there. There are only seven days in a week. Five days spent wasting our lives away. Two days spent resting like the weak, Just to keep working for this ****** pay. There so much more for me to do. There is so much I need to say… But tomorrow is just another work day.

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Moments like this aren't hard to find. Wooden floors beneath my feet, Screaming fans glued to the seat, Everyone looks at me with a grin. Pay it no mind for they will see. First three minutes I'll score ten. I hear the voices in the crowd. Just keeping playing with out a word. The court is the sky, I am the bird. The game approaches the end. They surround me by four. So I shoot one more.

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC

The Underdog

Moments like this aren't hard to find. Wooden floors beneath my feet, Screaming fans glued to the seat, Everyone looks at me with a grin. Pay it no mind for they will see. First three minutes I'll score ten. I hear the voices in the crowd. Just keeping playing with out a word. The court is the sky, I am the bird. The game approaches the end. They surround me by four. So I shoot one more.

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We cannot let time deceive us all. If I so happened to die today. This poem is all I’d need to say. If I were to die before we spoke, These words would be written in the smoke. Say goodbye to all the tears and regrets. Door closed, we don’t need the pain. Time away just feels the same. Without you, might as well be insane. My thoughts of you haunt my brain. Memories with you have begun to stain. And my world will never be the same.

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC

The Time to Say

We cannot let time deceive us all. If I so happened to die today. This poem is all I’d need to say. If I were to die before we spoke, These words would be written in the smoke. Say goodbye to all the tears and regrets. Door closed, we don’t need the pain. Time away just feels the same. Without you, might as well be insane. My thoughts of you haunt my brain. Memories with you have begun to stain. And my world will never be the same.

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I lay awake with hopeless thoughts of you. It seems that somewhere down this path, I lost the smile and the laughter too. Where did our passion flea? How could something done with ease, Just disappear like a winter breeze? Staring at this canvas of my soul, my thoughts start to fade away. Deep into my lost subconscious, I hope to find the words to say. Farther down the hole i tumble, until I land on that rainy day. The storm was screaming with it’s tears. The wind was blowing in every direction. Soaked to the bone your makeup smears, Unmasked by the storm inside, I noticed the angel doomed to hide. I was lost and forgotten in a crowd of faces. Nothing worth your praised attention. Yet you picked on me day to day. You colored my arms in every shade. The words you wrote I wished to say. I love Clarice I love Clarice Everywhere you wrote. I love Clarice Is what I should have spoke.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC

I should have spoke

I lay awake with hopeless thoughts of you. It seems that somewhere down this path, I lost the smile and the laughter too. Where did our passion flea? How could something done with ease, Just disappear like a winter breeze? Staring at this canvas of my soul, my thoughts start to fade away. Deep into my lost subconscious, I hope to find the words to say. Farther down the hole i tumble, until I land on that rainy day. The storm was screaming with it’s tears. The wind was blowing in every direction. Soaked to the bone your makeup smears, Unmasked by the storm inside, I noticed the angel doomed to hide. I was lost and forgotten in a crowd of faces. Nothing worth your praised attention. Yet you picked on me day to day. You colored my arms in every shade. The words you wrote I wished to say. I love Clarice I love Clarice Everywhere you wrote. I love Clarice Is what I should have spoke.

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I am from the cramped house down the street From loud arguments that always repeat I am from that hot summer day From buckets of ***** covered in Old Bay I am from bed time stories From Harry Pottter to the west side stories I am from looking for mars From fires under the stars I am from trips to Myrtle Beach From chasing the Ice cream truck out of reach I am from the basketball court From taking blankets and building a fort I am from sarcastic remarks From ski trips at winter parks I am from home made sweet tea From “mom Dereks hitting me!” I am from Saturday Cartoons From blue party balloons I am from gameboy color From never sharing with each other I am from “Hey, that’s mine!” From “Boys, please don’t wine” I am from church every Sunday From school every Monday I am from Home Yes, I am from Home

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Aug 26, 2012

Aug 26, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC

Where am I from?

I am from the cramped house down the street From loud arguments that always repeat I am from that hot summer day From buckets of ***** covered in Old Bay I am from bed time stories From Harry Pottter to the west side stories I am from looking for mars From fires under the stars I am from trips to Myrtle Beach From chasing the Ice cream truck out of reach I am from the basketball court From taking blankets and building a fort I am from sarcastic remarks From ski trips at winter parks I am from home made sweet tea From “mom Dereks hitting me!” I am from Saturday Cartoons From blue party balloons I am from gameboy color From never sharing with each other I am from “Hey, that’s mine!” From “Boys, please don’t wine” I am from church every Sunday From school every Monday I am from Home Yes, I am from Home

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