everil - Hello Poetry

*You are a balloon, swaying away in a ******* hurricane.*

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everil

Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC

rachael-judd

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*You are a balloon, swaying away in a ******* hurricane.*

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We are seas apart it seems even sitting across each other. We sail into rooms the same hoping the Sun is risen. Blinding as ever, so this endeavor is not in vain. So when we lock gazes there is no escape. The pull is just as awing as the star strong enough to pull these rafts and drown us in these seas together.

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC

everil

Brace Yourself

We are seas apart it seems even sitting across each other. We sail into rooms the same hoping the Sun is risen. Blinding as ever, so this endeavor is not in vain. So when we lock gazes there is no escape. The pull is just as awing as the star strong enough to pull these rafts and drown us in these seas together.

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BUT YOU ARE A WRITER AND YOUR HEART DOESNT FEEL THE WAY YOU WANT IT TOO AND YOUR MIND DOESNT WORK IN ONE SPECIFIC WAY AND YOUR MOUTH DOESNT SAY ALL THE RIGHT WORDS THOUGH YOUR HAND SPEAKS THEM FOR YOU BUT YOU, ARE A WRITER

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everil

Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC

rachael-judd

YOU ARE A WRITER

BUT YOU ARE A WRITER AND YOUR HEART DOESNT FEEL THE WAY YOU WANT IT TOO AND YOUR MIND DOESNT WORK IN ONE SPECIFIC WAY AND YOUR MOUTH DOESNT SAY ALL THE RIGHT WORDS THOUGH YOUR HAND SPEAKS THEM FOR YOU BUT YOU, ARE A WRITER

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Im staring at the moon And I know its you Im looking upon the stars And I know thats where you are The twilight sky Reminds me of your simple eyes The darkness around me Is your presence guiding me As I graze out into the land I know your providing me a helping hand Underneath this tree Is where you told me to meet you at three (a.m) That was the last night I saw you And I know I will meet you again soon Its these nights I miss you most When I feel so abandoned and lost You used to give me direction But now I am constantly losing all affection I see you in my dreams Its not as easy as it seems My dreams turned into nightmares But I cherish the only moment I see you Standing ghostly in the darkest night I know its you

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everil

Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC

rachael-judd

Underneath This Ghostly Tree

Im staring at the moon And I know its you Im looking upon the stars And I know thats where you are The twilight sky Reminds me of your simple eyes The darkness around me Is your presence guiding me As I graze out into the land I know your providing me a helping hand Underneath this tree Is where you told me to meet you at three (a.m) That was the last night I saw you And I know I will meet you again soon Its these nights I miss you most When I feel so abandoned and lost You used to give me direction But now I am constantly losing all affection I see you in my dreams Its not as easy as it seems My dreams turned into nightmares But I cherish the only moment I see you Standing ghostly in the darkest night I know its you

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I was born for leaving, Not staying stationary for months at a time, I need to keep going Keep running I need the air on my face telling me to go further I need the rush of life that i get when i know im leaving everything behind. Theres no turning back anymore Its just a straight road whispering in my ear telling me that greater things are ahead of me but i have to keep pushing, I dont know where im going Or where im headed But im almost there.

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everil

Dec 26, 2014

Dec 26, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC

rachael-judd

I need to keep going

I was born for leaving, Not staying stationary for months at a time, I need to keep going Keep running I need the air on my face telling me to go further I need the rush of life that i get when i know im leaving everything behind. Theres no turning back anymore Its just a straight road whispering in my ear telling me that greater things are ahead of me but i have to keep pushing, I dont know where im going Or where im headed But im almost there.

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I'd phrase it as that I am trying to feed. A man has to eat, eat. When you take seat in a self placed aybss. The only light burning is the one you reminisce. Now days in front a furnace, trying to resist the creeping darker forces. Running you south, deeper down the forest. Leading to your bliss and remaining torment.

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC

everil

Falling into Bad Habits

I'd phrase it as that I am trying to feed. A man has to eat, eat. When you take seat in a self placed aybss. The only light burning is the one you reminisce. Now days in front a furnace, trying to resist the creeping darker forces. Running you south, deeper down the forest. Leading to your bliss and remaining torment.

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Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for warmth, black rubber cap on my head, eyes hidden behind goggles, I was exhausted, ready to drown, when I saw her coming toward me, bobbing up and down between waves, effortlessly doing a breaststroke, heading for Dover. Treading water I asked in French if she spoke English, and she said, "Yes, I'm an American." I said, "Hey, me too," then asked her out for coffee.

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everil

Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC

Richard Jones

How Did You Meet Your Wife?

Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for warmth, black rubber cap on my head, eyes hidden behind goggles, I was exhausted, ready to drown, when I saw her coming toward me, bobbing up and down between waves, effortlessly doing a breaststroke, heading for Dover. Treading water I asked in French if she spoke English, and she said, "Yes, I'm an American." I said, "Hey, me too," then asked her out for coffee.

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What is it to be lonely? Does one get to a point where one's own presence become something to loathe? Is it odd not to not to ache from this solitude? I have heart grand amouts, but in those moments of silence and desolation. I thrive in thought halting this worlds motion until the fading light if my vision cease. Enveloped by what seems like darkness and stereotypical loneliness. I feel more, I see more.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC

everil

lonely

What is it to be lonely? Does one get to a point where one's own presence become something to loathe? Is it odd not to not to ache from this solitude? I have heart grand amouts, but in those moments of silence and desolation. I thrive in thought halting this worlds motion until the fading light if my vision cease. Enveloped by what seems like darkness and stereotypical loneliness. I feel more, I see more.

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Life is full of sad stories And painful memories It's also filled with laughter And beautiful people to share the moments you adore most with But its a dark world out there with thunderstorms that dont stop And disasters that never cease However, there are rays of light That i call hope, You have to hold onto that hope, That it will all get better Or you will have nothing at all, You'll just stare blankly at things watching, waiting for a change. *But you are the change. You are the hope.*

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everil

Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

rachael-judd

The change is you, and you are hope

Life is full of sad stories And painful memories It's also filled with laughter And beautiful people to share the moments you adore most with But its a dark world out there with thunderstorms that dont stop And disasters that never cease However, there are rays of light That i call hope, You have to hold onto that hope, That it will all get better Or you will have nothing at all, You'll just stare blankly at things watching, waiting for a change. *But you are the change. You are the hope.*

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You and the clouds have a lot in common so, The tenuous cloud in the distance reminds me of you Faint, nothingness. You and the clouds are similar I can see them but I'll never touch them I'll never get close enough to the sky To feel, exactly how amazing they are.

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everil

Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

Fatal-waters

You and the clouds

You and the clouds have a lot in common so, The tenuous cloud in the distance reminds me of you Faint, nothingness. You and the clouds are similar I can see them but I'll never touch them I'll never get close enough to the sky To feel, exactly how amazing they are.

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