goodbye - Hello Poetry

I remember him telling me a true story made of only lies He called it "The Day I Used All My Luck" I thought I used all my luck, too Finding him was as lucky as I had ever been Nothing is more lucky that a boy who controlls your thoughts I remeber falling in love to the tune of keyboard typing She was my best friend I wasn't her's though, and that was fine After all, I was lucky to be in love with my best friend She never did her assignments and I thought it was so edgy It made me love her all the more Then she starting ignoring me, too I remember sending texts with shaky hands "i like you but like in the 'when i look at you i want to kiss you' way" "okay, i guess i kinda wanna kiss you too" I was lucky to make it into the choir and meet her I wanted her to the tune of Singing In The Rain To her I was no more an accessory than her clip on earrings I remember thinking he was terrible "you dont know him yet" Long all night conversation and coffee dates changed it all I wanted to save him from his mother All she did is lie to him Turned out it runs in the family Now I'm sending messages at 8:11am "i'm an unlucky man spending stolen faith on you" I know why it's hard to say yes I can see it in my browser history "I think my boyfriend is mentally abusing me" "I'm in love with my bestfriend but I think she hates me" "I think my girlfriend is only dating me to prove shes bi" "I think my boyfriend is lying to me about being deported" It's not easy to accept that you have no luck But it's easy to have faith Faith that things change and can be different Faith that there wont be any luck of the draw Faith that it wont hurt in the end.

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC

Unlucky

I remember him telling me a true story made of only lies He called it "The Day I Used All My Luck" I thought I used all my luck, too Finding him was as lucky as I had ever been Nothing is more lucky that a boy who controlls your thoughts I remeber falling in love to the tune of keyboard typing She was my best friend I wasn't her's though, and that was fine After all, I was lucky to be in love with my best friend She never did her assignments and I thought it was so edgy It made me love her all the more Then she starting ignoring me, too I remember sending texts with shaky hands "i like you but like in the 'when i look at you i want to kiss you' way" "okay, i guess i kinda wanna kiss you too" I was lucky to make it into the choir and meet her I wanted her to the tune of Singing In The Rain To her I was no more an accessory than her clip on earrings I remember thinking he was terrible "you dont know him yet" Long all night conversation and coffee dates changed it all I wanted to save him from his mother All she did is lie to him Turned out it runs in the family Now I'm sending messages at 8:11am "i'm an unlucky man spending stolen faith on you" I know why it's hard to say yes I can see it in my browser history "I think my boyfriend is mentally abusing me" "I'm in love with my bestfriend but I think she hates me" "I think my girlfriend is only dating me to prove shes bi" "I think my boyfriend is lying to me about being deported" It's not easy to accept that you have no luck But it's easy to have faith Faith that things change and can be different Faith that there wont be any luck of the draw Faith that it wont hurt in the end.

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WHEN I LEARNED ALL THE GREAT ARTIST SUFFERED I THOUGHT I WOULD BECOME ONE TOO BUT ALL THIS HURT LATER AND I WAS ALWAYS TOO TIRED TO PICK UP THE PAINTBRUSH OR TOO SHAKY FROM THE IMAGES OF MY PAST I ****** UP SO MUCH INSTEAD OF POURING MY TIME INTO DRAWING STRAIGHT LINES I POURED THE BLOOD OUT OF CAPILLARIES WITH STRAIGHT EDGE RAZORS THE ONLY PORTFOLIO MY DEPRESSION SPONSORED IS MY WEAR AND TEAR BODY A HALF BROKE WRIST AND TOO MANY PERMANENT SCARS TO COUNT IT WAS NEVER PAINT GUSHING OUT OF AN ALUMINIUM TUBE IT WAS ONLY EVER THE FEELING OF MY LUNGS SHRINKING WHILE THE REST OF MY ORGANS PUSH ON MY SKIN I'M GONNA BURST ONE DAY AND THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING LEFT I WAS TOO BUSY BEING SAD TO LEAVE ANY REAL ART WHAT EVEN IS REAL ART ART IS MADE BY THE VIEWER IT DOESN'T MATTER OF NO ONE LOOKS IF NO ONE FEELS TELL ME IF YOU SEE ME ON THE STREET BROKEN AND BATTERED WITH TEAR STAINED SLEEVES AND A SCREAM STUCK IN MY THROAT ARE YOU GONNA LOOK ARE YOU GONNA ******* STARE AT ME OR ARE YOU GOING TO LOOK AT THE GROUND AND KEEP WALKING EVERYONE LOOKS TO THE TRAINWRECK WHETHER THEY WANT TO OR NOT AND THAT'S NOT ALL THEY FEEL THEY FEEL SO ******* MUCH I WANTED TO BE AN ARTIST BUT ALL I HAVE IS THIS ***** CANVAS BODY AND THAT'S OKAY IT MAY NOT BE GOOD ART BUT IF MY SUFFERING MAKES YOU FEEL THEN I DID MY JOB WHO CARES IF IT KILLS ME WHILE I DO IT THAT'S REAL COMMITMENT

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC

PALLET KNIFE

WHEN I LEARNED ALL THE GREAT ARTIST SUFFERED I THOUGHT I WOULD BECOME ONE TOO BUT ALL THIS HURT LATER AND I WAS ALWAYS TOO TIRED TO PICK UP THE PAINTBRUSH OR TOO SHAKY FROM THE IMAGES OF MY PAST I ****** UP SO MUCH INSTEAD OF POURING MY TIME INTO DRAWING STRAIGHT LINES I POURED THE BLOOD OUT OF CAPILLARIES WITH STRAIGHT EDGE RAZORS THE ONLY PORTFOLIO MY DEPRESSION SPONSORED IS MY WEAR AND TEAR BODY A HALF BROKE WRIST AND TOO MANY PERMANENT SCARS TO COUNT IT WAS NEVER PAINT GUSHING OUT OF AN ALUMINIUM TUBE IT WAS ONLY EVER THE FEELING OF MY LUNGS SHRINKING WHILE THE REST OF MY ORGANS PUSH ON MY SKIN I'M GONNA BURST ONE DAY AND THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING LEFT I WAS TOO BUSY BEING SAD TO LEAVE ANY REAL ART WHAT EVEN IS REAL ART ART IS MADE BY THE VIEWER IT DOESN'T MATTER OF NO ONE LOOKS IF NO ONE FEELS TELL ME IF YOU SEE ME ON THE STREET BROKEN AND BATTERED WITH TEAR STAINED SLEEVES AND A SCREAM STUCK IN MY THROAT ARE YOU GONNA LOOK ARE YOU GONNA ******* STARE AT ME OR ARE YOU GOING TO LOOK AT THE GROUND AND KEEP WALKING EVERYONE LOOKS TO THE TRAINWRECK WHETHER THEY WANT TO OR NOT AND THAT'S NOT ALL THEY FEEL THEY FEEL SO ******* MUCH I WANTED TO BE AN ARTIST BUT ALL I HAVE IS THIS ***** CANVAS BODY AND THAT'S OKAY IT MAY NOT BE GOOD ART BUT IF MY SUFFERING MAKES YOU FEEL THEN I DID MY JOB WHO CARES IF IT KILLS ME WHILE I DO IT THAT'S REAL COMMITMENT

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Your blood is all i think about The way you draw it out With broken razor heads Praying it kills you During the night Your bones ach with regret You're wishing for these urges to stop And you tie a black ribbon around it The next morning

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Dec 13, 2014

Dec 13, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC

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Your blood is all i think about The way you draw it out With broken razor heads Praying it kills you During the night Your bones ach with regret You're wishing for these urges to stop And you tie a black ribbon around it The next morning

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I took you in at a dark hour I gave you something That no one else could dream of You loved it till the end When you realized with scared eyes We ****** up Because I had him But now I have her And you have a stranger He takes you in at bright hours He gives you what I can't What no one else could ever dream of You'll love him till the very end

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC

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I took you in at a dark hour I gave you something That no one else could dream of You loved it till the end When you realized with scared eyes We ****** up Because I had him But now I have her And you have a stranger He takes you in at bright hours He gives you what I can't What no one else could ever dream of You'll love him till the very end

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I thought i was done numbering poems wrote to a hidden pain i thought i was done shouting poems to the canyon i thought we were done but youre still here i thought you were done

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC

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I thought i was done numbering poems wrote to a hidden pain i thought i was done shouting poems to the canyon i thought we were done but youre still here i thought you were done

8

One day this will all be forgotten Not by you of course You will take your pain to the grave But whoever mows the cemetery Will probably think you were loved

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC

Graves

One day this will all be forgotten Not by you of course You will take your pain to the grave But whoever mows the cemetery Will probably think you were loved

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You are the desert and I am the ocean not because we are opposites but because it's the mountains between us that keep me from giving you all I have to offer and leaving it where others can take it.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC

5

You are the desert and I am the ocean not because we are opposites but because it's the mountains between us that keep me from giving you all I have to offer and leaving it where others can take it.

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I thought by the time the moons left my arms You'd be gone, too. I'm always wrong about you.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC

4

I thought by the time the moons left my arms You'd be gone, too. I'm always wrong about you.

3

I want to be like Billy Pilgrim I want to walk Through time I want to look At us lying Together I want to see us From the outside I want to know Exactly how the Tralfamadorians Would see us I want to see us In our future And in our past I want to be Able to say Something Profound that Will change it All but I think I'll just say 'So it goes.'

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC

Tralfamadorians

I want to be like Billy Pilgrim I want to walk Through time I want to look At us lying Together I want to see us From the outside I want to know Exactly how the Tralfamadorians Would see us I want to see us In our future And in our past I want to be Able to say Something Profound that Will change it All but I think I'll just say 'So it goes.'

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I know it gets hard Some days you forget to gasp between sobs And some days you refuse to But it's those days the most When I want to press my lips to yours So I can breathe for you And fill your lungs with love So you can feel weightless again

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC

Weightless

I know it gets hard Some days you forget to gasp between sobs And some days you refuse to But it's those days the most When I want to press my lips to yours So I can breathe for you And fill your lungs with love So you can feel weightless again

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