elrow-swift - Hello Poetry

Don’t leave the light on for me I’ll be home late tonight I need some time in shadow A moment away from the light I need to walk among the trees Beneath the pinprick stars I need to smell the quiet air And watch the passing cars Just please give me a minute I swear that I’ll be back back to deafening brightness returned from peaceful black It's just, My eyes are always sore My head it always pounds It's all so loud and busy and I can’t drown out the sounds I can’t hear myself thinking and I cannot sleep at night But at least it isn't dark in here That’d be so awful right? You’re all so scared of blackness So afraid of what you’ll find But I promise real fear comes After light has left you blind “Only evil dwells in shadow,” they say. “Only roaches hate the light” Then call me roach, and evil too 'Cause the world is much too bright.

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Sep 29, 2021

Sep 29, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC

Bright

Don’t leave the light on for me I’ll be home late tonight I need some time in shadow A moment away from the light I need to walk among the trees Beneath the pinprick stars I need to smell the quiet air And watch the passing cars Just please give me a minute I swear that I’ll be back back to deafening brightness returned from peaceful black It's just, My eyes are always sore My head it always pounds It's all so loud and busy and I can’t drown out the sounds I can’t hear myself thinking and I cannot sleep at night But at least it isn't dark in here That’d be so awful right? You’re all so scared of blackness So afraid of what you’ll find But I promise real fear comes After light has left you blind “Only evil dwells in shadow,” they say. “Only roaches hate the light” Then call me roach, and evil too 'Cause the world is much too bright.

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Drinking ***** Breathing lies Sniffing crack Injecting likes Blazing *** Smoking hate Eating coke Believing fate Tasting **** Doing mine Licking molly Puffing crime Vape opinions Lines of cash Feel the E Camera’s flash Popping oxy Juiced on texts Craving H Hits of *** Buzzed on pride Shooting crank Chewing shrooms Dipping swank Sweating spice ******* dust Shots of self ****** on lust Cutting white Burning black Craving dope Snorting smack Always high And hungover Never dreaming Never sober.

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Jun 14, 2021

Jun 14, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC

Sober

Drinking ***** Breathing lies Sniffing crack Injecting likes Blazing *** Smoking hate Eating coke Believing fate Tasting **** Doing mine Licking molly Puffing crime Vape opinions Lines of cash Feel the E Camera’s flash Popping oxy Juiced on texts Craving H Hits of *** Buzzed on pride Shooting crank Chewing shrooms Dipping swank Sweating spice ******* dust Shots of self ****** on lust Cutting white Burning black Craving dope Snorting smack Always high And hungover Never dreaming Never sober.

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My brain forgets faster Than my hands can capture My heart's cries and laughter I acted the drafter A stupid miscapture This craft from the crafter Now pale sick disaster Can't remember it after CAN'T REMBER IT AFTER ... But I know it was beautiful

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Apr 25, 2018

Apr 25, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC

The Poet's Curse

My brain forgets faster Than my hands can capture My heart's cries and laughter I acted the drafter A stupid miscapture This craft from the crafter Now pale sick disaster Can't remember it after CAN'T REMBER IT AFTER ... But I know it was beautiful

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Before I met you I believed my words could capture anything but yours is a wild beauty that I could never hope to tame even if I wanted to

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC

Untitled

Before I met you I believed my words could capture anything but yours is a wild beauty that I could never hope to tame even if I wanted to

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Sir Knight, Sir Knight please hear their plight Beasts are attacking the land They target the weak the gentle and meek It's time to take a stand! but Sir Knight, Sir Knight why show you such fright? How quickly your courage fades "I surrendered my sword" said the cowering lord "and let beasts devour the maids" I see, Said I as I tried not to cry You lack both a sword and a spine Those you swore to protect now lie derelict you are no hero of mine Although I have no sword I shall serve as their ward and show there is still honor in men I will fight for the weak for the broken and meek I'll not allow monsters to win. Reader what about you? Will you join in too, and fight with sharpened blades? or will you sit in the dust as your sword starts to rust and beasts devour the maids

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC

For the Men of Valor

Sir Knight, Sir Knight please hear their plight Beasts are attacking the land They target the weak the gentle and meek It's time to take a stand! but Sir Knight, Sir Knight why show you such fright? How quickly your courage fades "I surrendered my sword" said the cowering lord "and let beasts devour the maids" I see, Said I as I tried not to cry You lack both a sword and a spine Those you swore to protect now lie derelict you are no hero of mine Although I have no sword I shall serve as their ward and show there is still honor in men I will fight for the weak for the broken and meek I'll not allow monsters to win. Reader what about you? Will you join in too, and fight with sharpened blades? or will you sit in the dust as your sword starts to rust and beasts devour the maids

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I met a man along the road And crooked was his smile Crooked were the steps he took Along his crooked miles His arms were long, his fingers too Though neither pointed straight His legs were like two twisted ropes And cause his crooked gait He flashed a crooked grin at me And bared his crooked teeth He wore a crooked coat of black and no shirt underneath His body was a twisted mess Jutting all around His crooked bones rattled and cracked As he shuffled ‘cross the ground “And to where do you go?” His crooked voice rasped I pretended not to hear “Answer me my new young friend, There’s nothing for you to fear.” “I do not know,” I whispered back “I know not where I roam. but I know life lies ahead, and behind me lies my home.” “And where are your friends?” he asked of me A crooked gleam in his eye. “They did not want to come,” I said. “I never did learn why.” “My boy that’s cause they do not care, You’re not worth caring for! Look at you; useless, dumb Weak, ugly, and poor.” “Well how far have you come?” he asked. “13 years,” I said “Only 13?!” his broken voice creaked “Oh, you’re sure to end up dead.” “Better men have walked here than you, More experienced, and with more help. They died here alone, and so too will you. You’re an insignificant whelp.” ____________________________________________ I tried to ignore him, really I did I fought back against all his lies. But one cruel blow, on one cruel night I looked straight in the Crooked Man’s eyes. Then before I could scream My heart broke at the seem And I felt an unyielding pain My insides were hollow Mouth too dry to swallow I begged, “Please, make it stop!” So he took out a brand And placed it in my hand “Burn it out of your skin.” Then he watched with a smile Relaxed for a while As my agony tickled his ears Though I did as he bade He took out a blade “Not enough, try harder my boy!” But the blade and the brand One in each hand Could not purge the sorrow within So covered in scars Beneath all the stars The rest of my life began I fell to my knees as the crooked man laughed He placed a crooked hand on my head “Ignorant boy,” he said with some joy “You’re mine until you’re dead.” __________________________________________ For five long years we walked together Every night a repeat of the first And when others would pass, I’d smile and laugh They never knew I was cursed Then one fateful night the Crooked Man said “You’ve grown so dull and so dry!” He gave me the knife and said, “End your life.” “I believe its past time that you die.” I placed the knife against my neck And felt the familiar blade Just one more cut, like all the rest And my tortured life would fade I closed my eyes then took a breath And felt myself let go But right before I did the deed My broken heart said…”no” “no” I said, then “No” I growled Then “NO!” I screamed and screamed! I threw the knife into the dirt And doused the brand that gleamed I turned toward the Crooked Man His smile had withered away “Pick that up you worthless cur!” He tried his best to say I charged at him with all I had We fell hard into the mud “You’ll never win,” he grunted, “You’re weak! You’ve lost far too much blood!” “I have a home you wicked thing! Some friends and a family too! And I’ll never die, nor even try If it means they’re left with you!” ________________________________________ I still wrestle with the crooked man And sometimes he almost wins But I refuse to lose to him nor surrender to his whims “I’ll never let you go,” I say, “Or let you get ahead. Because you filthy sack of sin You’re mine until you’re dead.

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Oct 28, 2017

Oct 28, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC

The Crooked Man

I met a man along the road And crooked was his smile Crooked were the steps he took Along his crooked miles His arms were long, his fingers too Though neither pointed straight His legs were like two twisted ropes And cause his crooked gait He flashed a crooked grin at me And bared his crooked teeth He wore a crooked coat of black and no shirt underneath His body was a twisted mess Jutting all around His crooked bones rattled and cracked As he shuffled ‘cross the ground “And to where do you go?” His crooked voice rasped I pretended not to hear “Answer me my new young friend, There’s nothing for you to fear.” “I do not know,” I whispered back “I know not where I roam. but I know life lies ahead, and behind me lies my home.” “And where are your friends?” he asked of me A crooked gleam in his eye. “They did not want to come,” I said. “I never did learn why.” “My boy that’s cause they do not care, You’re not worth caring for! Look at you; useless, dumb Weak, ugly, and poor.” “Well how far have you come?” he asked. “13 years,” I said “Only 13?!” his broken voice creaked “Oh, you’re sure to end up dead.” “Better men have walked here than you, More experienced, and with more help. They died here alone, and so too will you. You’re an insignificant whelp.” ____________________________________________ I tried to ignore him, really I did I fought back against all his lies. But one cruel blow, on one cruel night I looked straight in the Crooked Man’s eyes. Then before I could scream My heart broke at the seem And I felt an unyielding pain My insides were hollow Mouth too dry to swallow I begged, “Please, make it stop!” So he took out a brand And placed it in my hand “Burn it out of your skin.” Then he watched with a smile Relaxed for a while As my agony tickled his ears Though I did as he bade He took out a blade “Not enough, try harder my boy!” But the blade and the brand One in each hand Could not purge the sorrow within So covered in scars Beneath all the stars The rest of my life began I fell to my knees as the crooked man laughed He placed a crooked hand on my head “Ignorant boy,” he said with some joy “You’re mine until you’re dead.” __________________________________________ For five long years we walked together Every night a repeat of the first And when others would pass, I’d smile and laugh They never knew I was cursed Then one fateful night the Crooked Man said “You’ve grown so dull and so dry!” He gave me the knife and said, “End your life.” “I believe its past time that you die.” I placed the knife against my neck And felt the familiar blade Just one more cut, like all the rest And my tortured life would fade I closed my eyes then took a breath And felt myself let go But right before I did the deed My broken heart said…”no” “no” I said, then “No” I growled Then “NO!” I screamed and screamed! I threw the knife into the dirt And doused the brand that gleamed I turned toward the Crooked Man His smile had withered away “Pick that up you worthless cur!” He tried his best to say I charged at him with all I had We fell hard into the mud “You’ll never win,” he grunted, “You’re weak! You’ve lost far too much blood!” “I have a home you wicked thing! Some friends and a family too! And I’ll never die, nor even try If it means they’re left with you!” ________________________________________ I still wrestle with the crooked man And sometimes he almost wins But I refuse to lose to him nor surrender to his whims “I’ll never let you go,” I say, “Or let you get ahead. Because you filthy sack of sin You’re mine until you’re dead.

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You who goes by "Lonely" Yes you, who reads these rhymes Please pause here for a moment I won't take much of your time You see my friend, I'm lonely too In the dark with paper and pen So I'm writing you this poem and signing it "Your Friend" Though I'll prob'ly never see you nor ever know your name I do not need to see your face nor know your cash and fame I do not care what color you are how short or tall or fat I'm weary of all these parties and creeds So, for a moment, forget all of that Yes you, dear friend, forget with me Inhale this moment serene where we are not opinions or castes Just two humans with two glowing screens Be human with me, simple and pure For a moment breathe deep and feel free then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme Perhaps write a poem for me. Signed, Your Friend

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC

To You

You who goes by "Lonely" Yes you, who reads these rhymes Please pause here for a moment I won't take much of your time You see my friend, I'm lonely too In the dark with paper and pen So I'm writing you this poem and signing it "Your Friend" Though I'll prob'ly never see you nor ever know your name I do not need to see your face nor know your cash and fame I do not care what color you are how short or tall or fat I'm weary of all these parties and creeds So, for a moment, forget all of that Yes you, dear friend, forget with me Inhale this moment serene where we are not opinions or castes Just two humans with two glowing screens Be human with me, simple and pure For a moment breathe deep and feel free then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme Perhaps write a poem for me. Signed, Your Friend

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I have a story to tell you Please listen, I'll be concise You see, my name is Love, Love Poem to be precise I was born beneath a shaking pen Moved by a racing heart The child of a lovesick boy, whose love moved him to art I have smudges from erasers My corners have dog ears In the valleys of my wrinkles, are the stains of quiet tears I may not look like much at all but what you do not see is that locked inside my margins and lines is a love that was never set free He trapped it here, between my lines writing with heart and pen then he crumpled me up, tossed me aside and never looked at me again But don't feel bad, it's happened before, I am not alone in this world for many a poem lies alone and unread on a paper both crumpled and curled So now you've heard me tell my tale I pray that you ponder upon it why aching hearts pour out their love just to join in the wastebasket sonnet

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC

The Wastebasket Sonnet

I have a story to tell you Please listen, I'll be concise You see, my name is Love, Love Poem to be precise I was born beneath a shaking pen Moved by a racing heart The child of a lovesick boy, whose love moved him to art I have smudges from erasers My corners have dog ears In the valleys of my wrinkles, are the stains of quiet tears I may not look like much at all but what you do not see is that locked inside my margins and lines is a love that was never set free He trapped it here, between my lines writing with heart and pen then he crumpled me up, tossed me aside and never looked at me again But don't feel bad, it's happened before, I am not alone in this world for many a poem lies alone and unread on a paper both crumpled and curled So now you've heard me tell my tale I pray that you ponder upon it why aching hearts pour out their love just to join in the wastebasket sonnet

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Oh cold, dark mistress mine is our union so taboo? the day is master to us all but I yearn to be with you in your arms I feel at peace you hold my fears at bay but sleep comes swiftly to my eyes the tool of jealous day I want the dark and not the light the moon and not the sun let them go blind on their fattened star I prefer billions to one Night, my dear, please do not cry I lay awake for you but a yawn now summons me toward day and the things that I must do though my will is 'bout to fail I will return again for sleep will find in me a foe and this battle, I shall win.

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

Cold, Dark Mistress mine

Oh cold, dark mistress mine is our union so taboo? the day is master to us all but I yearn to be with you in your arms I feel at peace you hold my fears at bay but sleep comes swiftly to my eyes the tool of jealous day I want the dark and not the light the moon and not the sun let them go blind on their fattened star I prefer billions to one Night, my dear, please do not cry I lay awake for you but a yawn now summons me toward day and the things that I must do though my will is 'bout to fail I will return again for sleep will find in me a foe and this battle, I shall win.

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Here I stand toes in sand waiting on the shore The sky is dim the clouds roll in I know what is in store There! I see, it comes for me A wave ten stories tall If I flee, it will catch me But if I stay, I fall Impending doom will be here soon so what now do I do? I'll not retreat nor stay my feet I'll instead...try something new Oh, threatening wave, oh promising grave so powerful, fright'ning and large although I'm scared and unprepared I'll meet you, with a charge and if this be death, my final breath at least you must agree you master of fears, purveyor of tears You could not frighten me.

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Oct 12, 2016

Oct 12, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC

Swept Away

Here I stand toes in sand waiting on the shore The sky is dim the clouds roll in I know what is in store There! I see, it comes for me A wave ten stories tall If I flee, it will catch me But if I stay, I fall Impending doom will be here soon so what now do I do? I'll not retreat nor stay my feet I'll instead...try something new Oh, threatening wave, oh promising grave so powerful, fright'ning and large although I'm scared and unprepared I'll meet you, with a charge and if this be death, my final breath at least you must agree you master of fears, purveyor of tears You could not frighten me.

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