henry-bandini - Hello Poetry

Only Moon Gives me light In this frigid morning, or night. Only light Guides me right In dismembered world I call life Only warmth Has escaped Though the pierced holes of my throat Even death Ran away Made me wait, stood me up on our date.

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

henry-bandini

Date

Only Moon Gives me light In this frigid morning, or night. Only light Guides me right In dismembered world I call life Only warmth Has escaped Though the pierced holes of my throat Even death Ran away Made me wait, stood me up on our date.

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Through the midnight blues My eyes would close But that's old news I will dive into the ocean The vast regression of clues My space is not empty Nor is it filled with success For every question presented I ask fifteen in defense Narrator lost his free spirit After reciting my quest Potentially dangerous merit Got carried away with the rest I often notice, and wonder How come my demons are gone? How come they left me down under? After I fed them with love So caring and charming They called me sir Mr.Foe Their starving eyes did not harm me, But that was a decade ago

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC

henry-bandini

Demons

Through the midnight blues My eyes would close But that's old news I will dive into the ocean The vast regression of clues My space is not empty Nor is it filled with success For every question presented I ask fifteen in defense Narrator lost his free spirit After reciting my quest Potentially dangerous merit Got carried away with the rest I often notice, and wonder How come my demons are gone? How come they left me down under? After I fed them with love So caring and charming They called me sir Mr.Foe Their starving eyes did not harm me, But that was a decade ago

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She does not write any poems, She does not take any pills, And only brews her green tea when the kettle gets chilled, She would do anything to stay in my mind, She dreams of the summer, When it’s been long time gone, And there is something about her, that is making me yawn, She does not like any friends that I love so much, And starts to dig in my pockets once my eyelids would touch, Her favorite thing is to dream and talk about it out loud, I am a shallow grey ocean that feeds on life and demands, But for an unexplained reason she would not let go of my hand...

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Nov 2, 2013

Nov 2, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC

henry-bandini

All I Have

She does not write any poems, She does not take any pills, And only brews her green tea when the kettle gets chilled, She would do anything to stay in my mind, She dreams of the summer, When it’s been long time gone, And there is something about her, that is making me yawn, She does not like any friends that I love so much, And starts to dig in my pockets once my eyelids would touch, Her favorite thing is to dream and talk about it out loud, I am a shallow grey ocean that feeds on life and demands, But for an unexplained reason she would not let go of my hand...

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My trembling egg In black attire Is beaming light of thousand stars. It's fragile shell I have admired And held so tight against my heart. The role of you is undecided Too young to know Too old to live. You've never brought Enough excitement For that I squeeze you in my palm. My little eggshells Are much like diamonds Spread out across your filthy hearts.

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC

henry-bandini

Egg

My trembling egg In black attire Is beaming light of thousand stars. It's fragile shell I have admired And held so tight against my heart. The role of you is undecided Too young to know Too old to live. You've never brought Enough excitement For that I squeeze you in my palm. My little eggshells Are much like diamonds Spread out across your filthy hearts.

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My dreaming angel So dark, and tired Without a spark you've brought me light. And to be honest My life entire Have seen enough of your delight. Your greedy eyes Your dull desire Have witnessed better days and nights. Under destructive chains of tyrants The vanished scars Come back to life. Don't be afraid You fools! You liars! Don't fret to gaze into the stars. While smoke erupts From lakes of fire You must continue with your gods .

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Sep 26, 2013

Sep 26, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC

henry-bandini

My Gaze.

My dreaming angel So dark, and tired Without a spark you've brought me light. And to be honest My life entire Have seen enough of your delight. Your greedy eyes Your dull desire Have witnessed better days and nights. Under destructive chains of tyrants The vanished scars Come back to life. Don't be afraid You fools! You liars! Don't fret to gaze into the stars. While smoke erupts From lakes of fire You must continue with your gods .

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