heather-lynn-1 - Hello Poetry

Those nasty callouses in my mind They're getting in the way of my heart They're blurring my vision Clouding my senses. Resentment seethes and grows Making sure to grip onto every fiber of my being on its way through. Leave me the **** alone. Find another crawl space Another warm body to leach onto You son of a ***** You're not going to be the death of me My soul and my heart are far too weathered And will outlast this joke you call a storm

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC

Eviction Notice.

Those nasty callouses in my mind They're getting in the way of my heart They're blurring my vision Clouding my senses. Resentment seethes and grows Making sure to grip onto every fiber of my being on its way through. Leave me the **** alone. Find another crawl space Another warm body to leach onto You son of a ***** You're not going to be the death of me My soul and my heart are far too weathered And will outlast this joke you call a storm

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What lies beyond our perception? Our world is our perception. Our actions, reactions and pro-actions. The things we think, do and say are our beliefs. Are these working for us? Our American society is based on replacing the old with the new. Our politics contradict and segregate our country. Most people genuinely believe people cannot be trusted and relied upon until they prove themselves. How much of ourselves do we have to put out there to create genuine human relationships yet still maintain our controlled environment of emotions, beliefes and attitudes. What about our relationship with a God of our understanding? Do we live humbly in our day to day lives.. Do we have true companionship with our fellows? How often do we think of OUR needs and not anothers? We are human We are emotionally fragile beings. Let's treat each other as so.

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC

We are emotionally fragile beings.

What lies beyond our perception? Our world is our perception. Our actions, reactions and pro-actions. The things we think, do and say are our beliefs. Are these working for us? Our American society is based on replacing the old with the new. Our politics contradict and segregate our country. Most people genuinely believe people cannot be trusted and relied upon until they prove themselves. How much of ourselves do we have to put out there to create genuine human relationships yet still maintain our controlled environment of emotions, beliefes and attitudes. What about our relationship with a God of our understanding? Do we live humbly in our day to day lives.. Do we have true companionship with our fellows? How often do we think of OUR needs and not anothers? We are human We are emotionally fragile beings. Let's treat each other as so.

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Your silence betrays me Takes me to an all to familiar place A place much like the table you once hid under begging to be loved and i just didn't have the heart to say no I have always loved you I always will What else is there to say I have said it all...not said it all Felt the pains and swallows of your heartbreaking so many times its like shards of glass stuck in my gut Screaming to come out with no escape Let it reign free Let the lid come off If I am your moon Let me hang low You'll be the tide my tidal wave tide Take a breath And that grave that you dug That we dug so deep lets build a ladder A ladder thats made of steel from the shards in my stomach Let the sun shine upon our faces Please Let the sun shine in Please Colliding together as tidal waves and Skies that are so deep You can sink your teeth in. ▼ Hide quoted text

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC

Ocean Tides (You are my ocean)

Your silence betrays me Takes me to an all to familiar place A place much like the table you once hid under begging to be loved and i just didn't have the heart to say no I have always loved you I always will What else is there to say I have said it all...not said it all Felt the pains and swallows of your heartbreaking so many times its like shards of glass stuck in my gut Screaming to come out with no escape Let it reign free Let the lid come off If I am your moon Let me hang low You'll be the tide my tidal wave tide Take a breath And that grave that you dug That we dug so deep lets build a ladder A ladder thats made of steel from the shards in my stomach Let the sun shine upon our faces Please Let the sun shine in Please Colliding together as tidal waves and Skies that are so deep You can sink your teeth in. ▼ Hide quoted text

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There aren't always firefly's Or a clear night sky to gaze upon the stars. Expectations aren't always met. I wish my mind were born- a-new Where everything isn't always so mis-construed. De-constructed and constructed again and again where my thoughts aren't always new. I graze in fields of poison grass Never knowing what should come first or what goes last. Upon my review of my life's many trends The gravel and stone always seem to win. God has layed before me a fiest of sunbursts All streaming and wild Dying of thirst. I have driven this road to the very end. Heartbreaks and fist fights is only where it begins. This life lay before me So open and new So fresh and renewed. Let my mind quit betraying what my heart knows is true. End the assault between mind, heart and soul. Give up this fight God - just take control.

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Feb 17, 2013

Feb 17, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC

Beckoning

There aren't always firefly's Or a clear night sky to gaze upon the stars. Expectations aren't always met. I wish my mind were born- a-new Where everything isn't always so mis-construed. De-constructed and constructed again and again where my thoughts aren't always new. I graze in fields of poison grass Never knowing what should come first or what goes last. Upon my review of my life's many trends The gravel and stone always seem to win. God has layed before me a fiest of sunbursts All streaming and wild Dying of thirst. I have driven this road to the very end. Heartbreaks and fist fights is only where it begins. This life lay before me So open and new So fresh and renewed. Let my mind quit betraying what my heart knows is true. End the assault between mind, heart and soul. Give up this fight God - just take control.

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We'll start from the back and move forward. Who ever said the end is the end? Jesus himself showed us that the end is the beginning. I have faced the forces I have battled the fight. We won't give up. Not on each other, Not now. God carries you as he carries me. Moving forward.. Starting from the end. Fallen Angels float among us now Who will be brave enough to open their minds to what stands right before us? Who can clear their minds enough to open their hearts? I speak and write and live for HOPE.

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Feb 15, 2013

Feb 15, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC

Who ever said the end is the end?

We'll start from the back and move forward. Who ever said the end is the end? Jesus himself showed us that the end is the beginning. I have faced the forces I have battled the fight. We won't give up. Not on each other, Not now. God carries you as he carries me. Moving forward.. Starting from the end. Fallen Angels float among us now Who will be brave enough to open their minds to what stands right before us? Who can clear their minds enough to open their hearts? I speak and write and live for HOPE.

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I finally dreamt of thee But not how I wanted it to be. Last night I dreamt of you as never before. As agony and angst ate at my flesh; it tore. With you, well I was just another ***** You chased the very devil And I became your shadow. The moon hung low.. A beaming light to our path of destruction and defeat. Its light shimmering off the dewey grass The harsh winds sent your coat tail flailing, Teasing it just beyond my fingertips. For it was you I was trying to grasp. Your very soul I was was trying to save. But grasping at coat tails in the wind is a far cry from saving a soul. With each desperate grasp from me.. You grew closer to her. You see, this devil wore a pretty face. One you could not resist or wait to taste. Lucidity dreaming; I lost you to her. No sadder song could my heart have cried out. No sadder song could my heart have cried out.. No sadder song could my heart have cried out..

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Feb 10, 2013

Feb 10, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC

Lucid

I finally dreamt of thee But not how I wanted it to be. Last night I dreamt of you as never before. As agony and angst ate at my flesh; it tore. With you, well I was just another ***** You chased the very devil And I became your shadow. The moon hung low.. A beaming light to our path of destruction and defeat. Its light shimmering off the dewey grass The harsh winds sent your coat tail flailing, Teasing it just beyond my fingertips. For it was you I was trying to grasp. Your very soul I was was trying to save. But grasping at coat tails in the wind is a far cry from saving a soul. With each desperate grasp from me.. You grew closer to her. You see, this devil wore a pretty face. One you could not resist or wait to taste. Lucidity dreaming; I lost you to her. No sadder song could my heart have cried out. No sadder song could my heart have cried out.. No sadder song could my heart have cried out..

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The moon is on my side. His allure, it grips me As light fades into night He eclipse me. We fall together, rise together Shine together, side by side.. Whisk away in the night together Walk hand in hand as we pocket our pride. This moon, you see.. He knows all my secrets Has brought me to daylights On all of my darkest nights. Nights that I never thought would end.. Nights that I never wanted to end.. And yes, even on nights I tried for the end. The moon is on my side. He takes as many shapes as the curves in my figure. Memories and moments Always attentive, never does He linger. With each glance With each dance With each phase With each moment in my most pressing days He promises me the light will surely come. Alls He asks is that I hang tight To believe in Him Even when things dont seem right.

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Jan 24, 2013

Jan 24, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC

The Moon is on My Side

The moon is on my side. His allure, it grips me As light fades into night He eclipse me. We fall together, rise together Shine together, side by side.. Whisk away in the night together Walk hand in hand as we pocket our pride. This moon, you see.. He knows all my secrets Has brought me to daylights On all of my darkest nights. Nights that I never thought would end.. Nights that I never wanted to end.. And yes, even on nights I tried for the end. The moon is on my side. He takes as many shapes as the curves in my figure. Memories and moments Always attentive, never does He linger. With each glance With each dance With each phase With each moment in my most pressing days He promises me the light will surely come. Alls He asks is that I hang tight To believe in Him Even when things dont seem right.

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I sense something off. A partical of a strand to the millionth degree. Some sence is not making sense. If i feel with my heart If i see with my eyes If i feel with my touch If i hear with my ears If i taste with my tounge.. Yes, let me taste with my tounge. Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine. Let us paint this white flag red With all our love and bloodshed. Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours. Until two hearts beat as one Until the swagger of our hips collide Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.

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Jan 22, 2013

Jan 22, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC

Sense with all your Sences.

I sense something off. A partical of a strand to the millionth degree. Some sence is not making sense. If i feel with my heart If i see with my eyes If i feel with my touch If i hear with my ears If i taste with my tounge.. Yes, let me taste with my tounge. Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine. Let us paint this white flag red With all our love and bloodshed. Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours. Until two hearts beat as one Until the swagger of our hips collide Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.

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There exists this place within myself that is deep and unknown- Yet it is filled with peace. Star gazing - Mars gazing- I watch them dance to a beat of their own And change colors like passing cars on a speedway. What do they dance to? Do they dance all night? If I stare long enough - the sky begins to close in on me - Like an elevator door migrating to the millionth floor. My eyes become heavy and my feet begin to tingle. Is it my circulation or the energy penetrating the souls of my feet and the sockets of my eyes? The energy that sits so still in the night sky - Yet moves at the speed of light. I close my eyes - tuck my red robe collar close around my neck and let the pull of the night sky and the beat of the night earth, layer into my whole self. 30 feet off the ground and i can still feel the cold, damp, strong roots of the earth pushing and pulling every inch of me. A draft crawls up my legs that are covored in silk. My body shivers and turns into itself. It is then that i listen. I listen to the voice on the other end of the receiver - Yet i dont hear the things hes saying, I hear the things he is not saying. They are screaming so loud - yet his voice remains calm, monotone, methodic almost. I feel his peaceful pull between reality and perception. I wait. I wait for the quick temper to emerge- to unravel itself like a traveling, unraveling ball of yarn. So yearning to become its colors. And then all goes still again.. Yet moving at a pace only he can create. Moving at a pace that wont be allowed to be changed by anything or anyone - but maybe, just me. The observation of human doings - wait - arent we suppose to be human beings? Why do we believe that to do will bring us further and better than just being? Than just being. I am ready to just be. I am ready.

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Jan 20, 2013

Jan 20, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC

Dreaming

There exists this place within myself that is deep and unknown- Yet it is filled with peace. Star gazing - Mars gazing- I watch them dance to a beat of their own And change colors like passing cars on a speedway. What do they dance to? Do they dance all night? If I stare long enough - the sky begins to close in on me - Like an elevator door migrating to the millionth floor. My eyes become heavy and my feet begin to tingle. Is it my circulation or the energy penetrating the souls of my feet and the sockets of my eyes? The energy that sits so still in the night sky - Yet moves at the speed of light. I close my eyes - tuck my red robe collar close around my neck and let the pull of the night sky and the beat of the night earth, layer into my whole self. 30 feet off the ground and i can still feel the cold, damp, strong roots of the earth pushing and pulling every inch of me. A draft crawls up my legs that are covored in silk. My body shivers and turns into itself. It is then that i listen. I listen to the voice on the other end of the receiver - Yet i dont hear the things hes saying, I hear the things he is not saying. They are screaming so loud - yet his voice remains calm, monotone, methodic almost. I feel his peaceful pull between reality and perception. I wait. I wait for the quick temper to emerge- to unravel itself like a traveling, unraveling ball of yarn. So yearning to become its colors. And then all goes still again.. Yet moving at a pace only he can create. Moving at a pace that wont be allowed to be changed by anything or anyone - but maybe, just me. The observation of human doings - wait - arent we suppose to be human beings? Why do we believe that to do will bring us further and better than just being? Than just being. I am ready to just be. I am ready.

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Insatiable appetite. For all the wrong things. Who defines right and wrong? WE DO. Our perception is our reality.. It is the only reality we know. Insatiable appetite. I long to feel something other than a memory. My today's are filled with memories of yesterday's. All of my present moments..squashed. My mind jumps and leaps through fields of dreams. A life of the unknown. An insatiable appetite for what lies ahead.

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Jan 20, 2013

Jan 20, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC

Insatiable Appetite

Insatiable appetite. For all the wrong things. Who defines right and wrong? WE DO. Our perception is our reality.. It is the only reality we know. Insatiable appetite. I long to feel something other than a memory. My today's are filled with memories of yesterday's. All of my present moments..squashed. My mind jumps and leaps through fields of dreams. A life of the unknown. An insatiable appetite for what lies ahead.

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