elizabeth-brotzman - Hello Poetry

My room needs cleaning but the internet calls me wow i'm really lazy.

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC

My room needs cleaning but the internet calls me wow i'm really lazy.

Its a complete lie that every person has the ability to change the world. We are told this lie from the day we are born parents with high hopes children with big dreams a world full of people who think others can change the world *Anyone can change the world but everybody else is too lost to try* seems to bee the common chant bubbling up all around us . just like our impending doom . thousands of dead things just building up quietly right under our feet to the tune of the quite chant everybody else is too lost to try Its true that not every person has the ability to change the world. But its also true that someone can. With in the mobs of lost souls there are sparks. People with ideas and heart. People with ****** knuckles and rent. People with mountains of fear and just enough courage. People who have this ever standing ability. am I one of those people? You will never know unless you try

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC

Unless you try.

Its a complete lie that every person has the ability to change the world. We are told this lie from the day we are born parents with high hopes children with big dreams a world full of people who think others can change the world *Anyone can change the world but everybody else is too lost to try* seems to bee the common chant bubbling up all around us . just like our impending doom . thousands of dead things just building up quietly right under our feet to the tune of the quite chant everybody else is too lost to try Its true that not every person has the ability to change the world. But its also true that someone can. With in the mobs of lost souls there are sparks. People with ideas and heart. People with ****** knuckles and rent. People with mountains of fear and just enough courage. People who have this ever standing ability. am I one of those people? You will never know unless you try

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My Muse is content. She sits quietly Watching the rain , petting a fat old cat My Muse sleeps soundly. Not a word to hear From her frantic pen, Or her blank pages. My Muse is happy. No tear laced anger Threatening to rip her apart, Giving birth a poet's art.

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC

Her still pen.

My Muse is content. She sits quietly Watching the rain , petting a fat old cat My Muse sleeps soundly. Not a word to hear From her frantic pen, Or her blank pages. My Muse is happy. No tear laced anger Threatening to rip her apart, Giving birth a poet's art.

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You are here. But my gaze is a million miles away. The room is silent. But you look at me so loudly I can practically hear you screaming For me to stay . The water is rising . threatening to cross the brim to my cheek But I keep the flood at bay. Watching ships sail . The farther they get the slower my heart. I can't live this way.

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC

away.

You are here. But my gaze is a million miles away. The room is silent. But you look at me so loudly I can practically hear you screaming For me to stay . The water is rising . threatening to cross the brim to my cheek But I keep the flood at bay. Watching ships sail . The farther they get the slower my heart. I can't live this way.

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If the sunset had a voice , it would sound like yours. If the smokey mountains had eyes, they gave their never ending blue and green to you. If thunder had breath, its chest would rise and fall late at night as yours does while wrapped in a mess of sheets. I can't help but to be reminded of your beard as I run through fields of tall golden grass , it brushing on my bare thighs. If warm summer breeze had a laugh , it learned its warm emersion from you. I never knew the ocean would gift its crashing waves to someone's hips Once great oaks had a heart, surely you have stolen them, Along with my own.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC

Michael

If the sunset had a voice , it would sound like yours. If the smokey mountains had eyes, they gave their never ending blue and green to you. If thunder had breath, its chest would rise and fall late at night as yours does while wrapped in a mess of sheets. I can't help but to be reminded of your beard as I run through fields of tall golden grass , it brushing on my bare thighs. If warm summer breeze had a laugh , it learned its warm emersion from you. I never knew the ocean would gift its crashing waves to someone's hips Once great oaks had a heart, surely you have stolen them, Along with my own.

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You are a broken record Player Turning your head in circles to get a look Of that hot peice of *** She's more than a stupid Mistake She's the action you take Over and over You are a broken record Player I'm worth more than your lie Worth more than a good lay I know the words to this song Keep singing But I'm long gone.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC

player

You are a broken record Player Turning your head in circles to get a look Of that hot peice of *** She's more than a stupid Mistake She's the action you take Over and over You are a broken record Player I'm worth more than your lie Worth more than a good lay I know the words to this song Keep singing But I'm long gone.

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You are a broken record Player Turning your head in circles to get a look Of that hot peice of *** She's more than a stupid Mistake She's the action you take Over and over You are a broken record Player I'm worth more than your lie Worth more than a good lay I know the words to this song Keep singing But I'm long gone.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC

Player

You are a broken record Player Turning your head in circles to get a look Of that hot peice of *** She's more than a stupid Mistake She's the action you take Over and over You are a broken record Player I'm worth more than your lie Worth more than a good lay I know the words to this song Keep singing But I'm long gone.

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If there was a heaven It was meant for dogs. heaven would have no war or segregation just love and bacon non would be turned away because a dog doesn't know if your gay he wouldn't even care anyway heaven would be a place where you get your own comfy chair complete with dog hair and playful barks is a prayer Heaven would be shag-rugs and green lawns garbage cans and sprinklers summer and love. if there is a heaven its where my dog belongs because that's where hes from along

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Jul 16, 2014

Jul 16, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC

If there was a heaven, it was for dogs.

If there was a heaven It was meant for dogs. heaven would have no war or segregation just love and bacon non would be turned away because a dog doesn't know if your gay he wouldn't even care anyway heaven would be a place where you get your own comfy chair complete with dog hair and playful barks is a prayer Heaven would be shag-rugs and green lawns garbage cans and sprinklers summer and love. if there is a heaven its where my dog belongs because that's where hes from along

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I don't know what i'm doing anymore. The pen sits in my hand . The paper on my desk. but the words come all jumbled up tangled together in anger and frustration. This used to be so easy as a child. I could throw a stone. and strike a muse. but now the stones are boulders and the muse is a pay stub. Has life really won me over? am I really all used up My mind dry parched from the absents of words.

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Jul 14, 2014

Jul 14, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC

I **** a writing.

I don't know what i'm doing anymore. The pen sits in my hand . The paper on my desk. but the words come all jumbled up tangled together in anger and frustration. This used to be so easy as a child. I could throw a stone. and strike a muse. but now the stones are boulders and the muse is a pay stub. Has life really won me over? am I really all used up My mind dry parched from the absents of words.

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Its late. I cant sleep. My mind wanders. It searches for you. Looking for the times. I spent warm in this bed. too small for us both. My memory loves you. It asks about you all the time. my heart hates you. it reminds me in the silence. That the air is still the room is quite my bed is cold. I am alone.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC

Wanders

Its late. I cant sleep. My mind wanders. It searches for you. Looking for the times. I spent warm in this bed. too small for us both. My memory loves you. It asks about you all the time. my heart hates you. it reminds me in the silence. That the air is still the room is quite my bed is cold. I am alone.

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