gary-burns - Hello Poetry

Hey john, i often wonder what would of been . We were like peas in a pod if memory serves me. I often wonder about your looks. the turns you would have took , your teenage years angst free or hopefully a tad like me, would you have had a love for learning A jym guy, am saying no but just guessing. A zest for life . An ever pleasant approachable person , these are things that i would of loved for you, a family if you wanted or not , making a mark if you wanted too, I guess ill never know . But from the day you went awol part of me followed you there also . Am afraid things changed forever that day in every aspect in every way , we all lost a piece of us to you x a mother without her child . A void in her life forever. Confusing for us 3 kid hugging together, a guess in a way you made me mark and sandra strong a bonds a bonds a bond anyway little brother ,dear john, taken away from us so young ,, we have aways missed you , me mark and sandra , dad and mum xxxx ps the burns

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Oct 19, 2025

Oct 19, 2025 at 3:44 PM UTC

John my brother

Hey john, i often wonder what would of been . We were like peas in a pod if memory serves me. I often wonder about your looks. the turns you would have took , your teenage years angst free or hopefully a tad like me, would you have had a love for learning A jym guy, am saying no but just guessing. A zest for life . An ever pleasant approachable person , these are things that i would of loved for you, a family if you wanted or not , making a mark if you wanted too, I guess ill never know . But from the day you went awol part of me followed you there also . Am afraid things changed forever that day in every aspect in every way , we all lost a piece of us to you x a mother without her child . A void in her life forever. Confusing for us 3 kid hugging together, a guess in a way you made me mark and sandra strong a bonds a bonds a bond anyway little brother ,dear john, taken away from us so young ,, we have aways missed you , me mark and sandra , dad and mum xxxx ps the burns

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Am pastiche But they own it A trademark with that and this. A violent interpretation of a septic cist. A rainbow in the endless rain , am an adventure with no gain. The bacterial infection that inhibits your brian , a lost Tuesday evening festering away, cant see Wednesday as its mostly all grey, days become day after day then an away day hip hip hooray. Am your understudy dandy, the plaque on your teeth, just brush me off , sincerely un sincerely me

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC

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Am pastiche But they own it A trademark with that and this. A violent interpretation of a septic cist. A rainbow in the endless rain , am an adventure with no gain. The bacterial infection that inhibits your brian , a lost Tuesday evening festering away, cant see Wednesday as its mostly all grey, days become day after day then an away day hip hip hooray. Am your understudy dandy, the plaque on your teeth, just brush me off , sincerely un sincerely me

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Am a locked door so dont try coming in Am a prophet of nothing much The envelopes straight in the bin, a velour suit with unwanted yellow crotch stains , true to my word when i say am a liar, a benadryl user not an abuser A frequent vape non fiction denier, a end of road pothole survivor, a stich in your timeline offender, an opened tv schedule when you look there's nothing of worth on , a bleak sunday afternoon accompanied with songs of praise, the white **** thats now but a myth, sent to the annals of left behinds. A drink merchant with no merchandise, waking story of my life , am an open door let yourself in, feast on non biological embryos, its a means too whos ends. A pitstop that never begun, a holiday of no fun. Sun with no heat, cold caressing breath on your foul open pored lizard like wrapping , its only skin deep, now jog the **** on , trembling trees, destructive thoughs, variants of the symptoms of you, white has never been so black , painting transient shadows in a urban hide, too many tv cooks spoil there view, a street life safari, its been my pleasure your room with my view **

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Mar 14, 2025

Mar 14, 2025 at 10:32 PM UTC

Bled dry

Am a locked door so dont try coming in Am a prophet of nothing much The envelopes straight in the bin, a velour suit with unwanted yellow crotch stains , true to my word when i say am a liar, a benadryl user not an abuser A frequent vape non fiction denier, a end of road pothole survivor, a stich in your timeline offender, an opened tv schedule when you look there's nothing of worth on , a bleak sunday afternoon accompanied with songs of praise, the white **** thats now but a myth, sent to the annals of left behinds. A drink merchant with no merchandise, waking story of my life , am an open door let yourself in, feast on non biological embryos, its a means too whos ends. A pitstop that never begun, a holiday of no fun. Sun with no heat, cold caressing breath on your foul open pored lizard like wrapping , its only skin deep, now jog the **** on , trembling trees, destructive thoughs, variants of the symptoms of you, white has never been so black , painting transient shadows in a urban hide, too many tv cooks spoil there view, a street life safari, its been my pleasure your room with my view **

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Well happy new year, may this year be better, i laughed in its face as i lay in the gutter, one becomes one then along comes another. Verse chapter, turn over the page, the story has grow but the endings the same . Please don't quote me, on my literary illiterate words, i am but a novice, trying to write for what its worth..xxx

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Jan 1, 2025

Jan 1, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC

2025

Well happy new year, may this year be better, i laughed in its face as i lay in the gutter, one becomes one then along comes another. Verse chapter, turn over the page, the story has grow but the endings the same . Please don't quote me, on my literary illiterate words, i am but a novice, trying to write for what its worth..xxx

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Teenage beauty queen , a pageant judge's dream , she was heaven sent , snatched away , highway manikin. Undressed then dressed again , stagnant fluids drain from her abused sun kissed skin , although she starts to rot , vultures they have other thoughts . ,A skeletal form, bleached scattered bones, her dental records, all that she's become. Her gold plated necklace, her mothers gift , now displayed with the missing list

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 10:10 AM UTC

Rag and bones

Teenage beauty queen , a pageant judge's dream , she was heaven sent , snatched away , highway manikin. Undressed then dressed again , stagnant fluids drain from her abused sun kissed skin , although she starts to rot , vultures they have other thoughts . ,A skeletal form, bleached scattered bones, her dental records, all that she's become. Her gold plated necklace, her mothers gift , now displayed with the missing list

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Well mr bukowski, looks books and deadbeat hotel accommodation, looks like you got a bit more of your literature desolate interpretation . Raising bile over a sink while taking down your own dictation. Soiled bed sheets , a hung out writers perspiration. Drip fed camera eyes taking it all in , the day to day , there daily sins

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Aug 4, 2024

Aug 4, 2024 at 7:07 PM UTC

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Well mr bukowski, looks books and deadbeat hotel accommodation, looks like you got a bit more of your literature desolate interpretation . Raising bile over a sink while taking down your own dictation. Soiled bed sheets , a hung out writers perspiration. Drip fed camera eyes taking it all in , the day to day , there daily sins

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They feed me thiamine, to stop the rot . Alcoholism dementia , memories all but lost . Desperate measures, in Desperate times Starving misrepresented peasants , in modern binds Fake or fortune, love not hate Childhood trauma to navigate Open sores bleed it out, paint a pictue if in doubt , crazy times with fent cut lines , death all over , waisted lives Channel hoping in rubber boats , bloated children wash up on shores , bombs a popping everywhere, seems everyone is unaware, humanity spent , its come undone, what a crock of **** we've become

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Jun 30, 2024

Jun 30, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC

Bleak

They feed me thiamine, to stop the rot . Alcoholism dementia , memories all but lost . Desperate measures, in Desperate times Starving misrepresented peasants , in modern binds Fake or fortune, love not hate Childhood trauma to navigate Open sores bleed it out, paint a pictue if in doubt , crazy times with fent cut lines , death all over , waisted lives Channel hoping in rubber boats , bloated children wash up on shores , bombs a popping everywhere, seems everyone is unaware, humanity spent , its come undone, what a crock of **** we've become

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She was like a sunset on a **** shaped piece of sand A picture of health,no card dealt by then . The sky blue The new you. Over and over again its madness., this post procrastination. Live your life heady one it really is not lasting

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Feb 19, 2024

Feb 19, 2024 at 3:49 AM UTC

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She was like a sunset on a **** shaped piece of sand A picture of health,no card dealt by then . The sky blue The new you. Over and over again its madness., this post procrastination. Live your life heady one it really is not lasting

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I reach out from the waters distilled A preacher just shot me My innereds aint thrilled I put out my hand and reach for my lord Two 45 bullets Then he was gone. Now the pain a feel its working real deep, am bleeding so bad am eternally leaked. I look up above the sun is real low, i say my fairwells and pleasantly go

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 4:36 PM UTC

Gut shot

I reach out from the waters distilled A preacher just shot me My innereds aint thrilled I put out my hand and reach for my lord Two 45 bullets Then he was gone. Now the pain a feel its working real deep, am bleeding so bad am eternally leaked. I look up above the sun is real low, i say my fairwells and pleasantly go

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Well i dont hear the blackbird anymore She aint speaking to Charlie no more The bus has left,the poem now bereft, still nirvana. Featherless

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Dec 25, 2023

Dec 25, 2023 at 11:57 PM UTC

Song

Well i dont hear the blackbird anymore She aint speaking to Charlie no more The bus has left,the poem now bereft, still nirvana. Featherless

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