j-17 - Hello Poetry

I walked down a trodden path one day It lingered alone, seemed to lead the right way. After awhile I knew I'd been fooled For every flower I touched there was a thorn, it was cruel. I tried to turn back but to no avail, And the longer I went on the more I grew frail. The occasional passerby would approach and then fade, Each face fading with next - just as frayed. It was lonely and cruel - what place was this? Signs would caution: The reward might not be worth the risk. I grew angry and removed as I trudged along, One foot in front of the other, this was now where I belonged. My zeal came and went like the sun and the moon, I might as well make the best in this place of ruin. And finally as I neared the end, A fellow approached me, extended a hand. I asked him of what I had just suffered, this strife He said, "Ah, my friend, it is what we call life."

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC

j-17

What We Call Life

I walked down a trodden path one day It lingered alone, seemed to lead the right way. After awhile I knew I'd been fooled For every flower I touched there was a thorn, it was cruel. I tried to turn back but to no avail, And the longer I went on the more I grew frail. The occasional passerby would approach and then fade, Each face fading with next - just as frayed. It was lonely and cruel - what place was this? Signs would caution: The reward might not be worth the risk. I grew angry and removed as I trudged along, One foot in front of the other, this was now where I belonged. My zeal came and went like the sun and the moon, I might as well make the best in this place of ruin. And finally as I neared the end, A fellow approached me, extended a hand. I asked him of what I had just suffered, this strife He said, "Ah, my friend, it is what we call life."

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I just want to not always be feeling b r o k e n.

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC

j-17

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I just want to not always be feeling b r o k e n.

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I wish I could catch Stars Like you can catch Butterflies. I would bottle them up And fill my whole being with them. They would shine So brightly That I might not ever have to see The darkness Again.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC

j-17

Catching Stars

I wish I could catch Stars Like you can catch Butterflies. I would bottle them up And fill my whole being with them. They would shine So brightly That I might not ever have to see The darkness Again.

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I woke up with the rain falling I fell asleep with the rain still falling. I grew older, the rain kept falling I moved on, the rain was falling. It wasn’t until the very end That I realized the rain had been my dearest friend.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC

j-17

Rain

I woke up with the rain falling I fell asleep with the rain still falling. I grew older, the rain kept falling I moved on, the rain was falling. It wasn’t until the very end That I realized the rain had been my dearest friend.

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The sentimental yearning of nostalgia Will never be strong enough to pull you back in. I used to build dreams about you I cut my hands on your broken pieces, Now I have but their scars left to show. Remorse is strange like forgetting how to breathe Something once constant is now forever gone Like losing a limb, my body is unaware of how to move on. They say if it’s still on your mind, it’s still in your heart But I’ve known that since the day we left. The pain of missing someone permanently gone It is not a pain that yet has a cure. How bold one gets when we are sure of being loved. Now I am sure of nothing Yet I would still drop everything for you. I am a mess of gorgeous chaos Perhaps I loved you just a little too much.

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC

j-17

Perhaps I Loved You a Little Too Much

The sentimental yearning of nostalgia Will never be strong enough to pull you back in. I used to build dreams about you I cut my hands on your broken pieces, Now I have but their scars left to show. Remorse is strange like forgetting how to breathe Something once constant is now forever gone Like losing a limb, my body is unaware of how to move on. They say if it’s still on your mind, it’s still in your heart But I’ve known that since the day we left. The pain of missing someone permanently gone It is not a pain that yet has a cure. How bold one gets when we are sure of being loved. Now I am sure of nothing Yet I would still drop everything for you. I am a mess of gorgeous chaos Perhaps I loved you just a little too much.

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She was just some wild thing Wandering always, but never searching Free of care with a hungry gleam in her eyes She ran and frolicked through the ocean tides. Sun up, sun down the earth was hers to roam Content with where she was, the adventure was her home. It wasn’t until that last dooming trek To travel for something she hadn’t yet met What she found was something she could have never foreseen, What she turned into no one would have ever believed. She fell hard and fast for such a traveled girl, Stubborn she was, as they watched it unfurl She wouldn’t stop to look back, for she never had And too late she found he wasn’t a prince, but a cad. Gone was the gleam from her eyes that shone, Forced into darkness and forever alone The thief in the night who stole her heart Never again on adventure would she embark.

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC

j-17

Thief in the Night

She was just some wild thing Wandering always, but never searching Free of care with a hungry gleam in her eyes She ran and frolicked through the ocean tides. Sun up, sun down the earth was hers to roam Content with where she was, the adventure was her home. It wasn’t until that last dooming trek To travel for something she hadn’t yet met What she found was something she could have never foreseen, What she turned into no one would have ever believed. She fell hard and fast for such a traveled girl, Stubborn she was, as they watched it unfurl She wouldn’t stop to look back, for she never had And too late she found he wasn’t a prince, but a cad. Gone was the gleam from her eyes that shone, Forced into darkness and forever alone The thief in the night who stole her heart Never again on adventure would she embark.

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Where does one go, When there is no where to go. A world far from here not often known. Known well by me and myself and I A world where visits are fewer and far Not from disinterest but from distraction The world beckons me back It cries in its solitude I try to come back but I’ve forgotten the way The cries grow more desperate I am anxiously seeking My world I am searching, but it can no longer be found.

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC

j-17

World Disappearing

Where does one go, When there is no where to go. A world far from here not often known. Known well by me and myself and I A world where visits are fewer and far Not from disinterest but from distraction The world beckons me back It cries in its solitude I try to come back but I’ve forgotten the way The cries grow more desperate I am anxiously seeking My world I am searching, but it can no longer be found.

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You live in my mind You never leave If only to give, and never to receive Why then must I constantly seek Your face in every place hoping for just a peak How can one half move on so free I wish that one half wasn’t you, I wish it were me To be free from the bars you’ve prisoned me in Nothing but the darkness of my thoughts to satisfy the sin I envy how you can simply walk away, fine If only I occupied your mind as much as you do mine Is it our curse, will we always care more Or is it just me, lost wondering what it is I’m looking for Time will pass as it already has And still I won’t heal as you certainly have I pray, I wish for my own sanity That as you occasionally catch a glimpse of me You wonder the what if’s – what could have been A flash of regret, some yearning again. Wishful thinking, as always I will tell myself again Just as I wish I could undo what I did.

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC

j-17

You Live in My Mind

You live in my mind You never leave If only to give, and never to receive Why then must I constantly seek Your face in every place hoping for just a peak How can one half move on so free I wish that one half wasn’t you, I wish it were me To be free from the bars you’ve prisoned me in Nothing but the darkness of my thoughts to satisfy the sin I envy how you can simply walk away, fine If only I occupied your mind as much as you do mine Is it our curse, will we always care more Or is it just me, lost wondering what it is I’m looking for Time will pass as it already has And still I won’t heal as you certainly have I pray, I wish for my own sanity That as you occasionally catch a glimpse of me You wonder the what if’s – what could have been A flash of regret, some yearning again. Wishful thinking, as always I will tell myself again Just as I wish I could undo what I did.

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