j-1 - Hello Poetry

Chameleon blue eyes that transform to the shade of my mood cesspools of dark that long for sleep Lips plain and pink tight with dryness crying to be clothed with chap-stick A nose that screams for attention large and proud awkwardly placed on a small face Skin that reminds me of Me

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Sep 7, 2010

Sep 7, 2010 at 11:15 AM UTC

Me

Chameleon blue eyes that transform to the shade of my mood cesspools of dark that long for sleep Lips plain and pink tight with dryness crying to be clothed with chap-stick A nose that screams for attention large and proud awkwardly placed on a small face Skin that reminds me of Me

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Old paneled walls, worn and weathered Infinite grains of sand littering my wood floors The mud that dirties my pant legs on a rainy day Slimy, soggy, mold-ridden bananas Rot, Rotten, Rotted All lead to the essence of brown.

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Sep 7, 2010

Sep 7, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC

Dislike

Old paneled walls, worn and weathered Infinite grains of sand littering my wood floors The mud that dirties my pant legs on a rainy day Slimy, soggy, mold-ridden bananas Rot, Rotten, Rotted All lead to the essence of brown.

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Isn't it insane, this suffering, this pain? Some live truly to live Others want only to die People who long to take from others who will cry There is no one to blame Life is just a game Humans are tiny chess pieces scattered about a board Separate, yet intertwined They never last forever Have you ever lied to get what you want? Do you live in regret of life's many wrongs? We cheat, we steal We wound, we heal We're gone just as fast as we got here Where will we be one hundred years from now? Dead, gone, forgotten No one will be remembered No one at all Old ancient pictures lost in old dusty drawers.

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Sep 7, 2010

Sep 7, 2010 at 11:09 AM UTC

Life and How

Isn't it insane, this suffering, this pain? Some live truly to live Others want only to die People who long to take from others who will cry There is no one to blame Life is just a game Humans are tiny chess pieces scattered about a board Separate, yet intertwined They never last forever Have you ever lied to get what you want? Do you live in regret of life's many wrongs? We cheat, we steal We wound, we heal We're gone just as fast as we got here Where will we be one hundred years from now? Dead, gone, forgotten No one will be remembered No one at all Old ancient pictures lost in old dusty drawers.

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Like water through the pores of the land I run through you Like a worker on and endless line I am constant Like blood pulsing through the veins of your body I am life

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Sep 6, 2010

Sep 6, 2010 at 7:48 PM UTC

I

Like water through the pores of the land I run through you Like a worker on and endless line I am constant Like blood pulsing through the veins of your body I am life

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Who are you? Peeking out from behind Those dark daring eyes Waiting Hoping Knowing Life will soon begin Something new, different Away from the dullness That surrounds you Who are you? Behind that face of gold Your heart pounding Desires reaching out Waiting Hoping Knowing Something new will overcome Changing that golden tone Shedding light on what remains.

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Sep 6, 2010

Sep 6, 2010 at 7:39 PM UTC

Searching

Who are you? Peeking out from behind Those dark daring eyes Waiting Hoping Knowing Life will soon begin Something new, different Away from the dullness That surrounds you Who are you? Behind that face of gold Your heart pounding Desires reaching out Waiting Hoping Knowing Something new will overcome Changing that golden tone Shedding light on what remains.

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