jacob-christopher - Hello Poetry

I always think I'm prepared but, every time I bump into you, my heart turns to a thunder clap in my chest and, the world spins a little. Just before I left you told me, you liked my hat. I wanted to tell you, I liked your everything but, you would know, I never did corny very well. So I just said thank you, lit a cigarette with shaking hands and walked.

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Jul 28, 2019

Jul 28, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC

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I always think I'm prepared but, every time I bump into you, my heart turns to a thunder clap in my chest and, the world spins a little. Just before I left you told me, you liked my hat. I wanted to tell you, I liked your everything but, you would know, I never did corny very well. So I just said thank you, lit a cigarette with shaking hands and walked.

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I tear flesh from myself and toss it into the flames; Not to watch it burn but in hopes I can make the hole in my heart a tangible part of my being.. I won't need a warning label if people can peek in and see for themselves there's nothing left of a real man. Like Pinocchio I strive to feel a thump in my chest but a wooden core doesn't pump. I'm dancing attached to strings like a Halloween skeleton in a bad movie. All grin and nothing to back it up. It's useless to think someone might share their heart with mine and bring me to life. I'll fill the hole in my chest with clear apoxy and dance empty with that skeletal grin stretched comically over a hard face holding nothing. Eventually I'll feed the fire with my bones and turn to dust, as old toys do. There's nothing like a paper man for tinder.

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC

Wooden

I tear flesh from myself and toss it into the flames; Not to watch it burn but in hopes I can make the hole in my heart a tangible part of my being.. I won't need a warning label if people can peek in and see for themselves there's nothing left of a real man. Like Pinocchio I strive to feel a thump in my chest but a wooden core doesn't pump. I'm dancing attached to strings like a Halloween skeleton in a bad movie. All grin and nothing to back it up. It's useless to think someone might share their heart with mine and bring me to life. I'll fill the hole in my chest with clear apoxy and dance empty with that skeletal grin stretched comically over a hard face holding nothing. Eventually I'll feed the fire with my bones and turn to dust, as old toys do. There's nothing like a paper man for tinder.

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Time flies when you're having fun? ******** time flies when you're down and done. Time flies when you're dying inside. When you're picking up the pieces and crying in need, time leaves. There's no time, to settle or ease. There's no time, because time never sleeps. There's no time, so don't beg and don't plead. Time will leave you for dead. Time left, and it doesn't care about the time that you spent. You're going through the motions and you're barely alive but, time flies when you're dying inside.

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

Time Flies (When Youre Dying Inside)

Time flies when you're having fun? ******** time flies when you're down and done. Time flies when you're dying inside. When you're picking up the pieces and crying in need, time leaves. There's no time, to settle or ease. There's no time, because time never sleeps. There's no time, so don't beg and don't plead. Time will leave you for dead. Time left, and it doesn't care about the time that you spent. You're going through the motions and you're barely alive but, time flies when you're dying inside.

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You died two years ago, when she left. Yea you're still walking but you're just a corpse with a heartbeat and you know it. You're trapped. She never bothered to release the restraints she placed on you so you stay shackled by misery in a room guarded by lonliness. You sit as your heart tears at itself while your brain stands watching in callous disinterest. Sure, you breathe, but each inhale leaves only the feeling of drowning without the sweet escape of death. You beg the reaper to take you, he says he wants to see how this all plays out. He's never seen a man eat his own heart. Everyone else insists you must keep going but, they don't know what you know. They don't know you died two years ago, when she left.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC

Two Years Ago

You died two years ago, when she left. Yea you're still walking but you're just a corpse with a heartbeat and you know it. You're trapped. She never bothered to release the restraints she placed on you so you stay shackled by misery in a room guarded by lonliness. You sit as your heart tears at itself while your brain stands watching in callous disinterest. Sure, you breathe, but each inhale leaves only the feeling of drowning without the sweet escape of death. You beg the reaper to take you, he says he wants to see how this all plays out. He's never seen a man eat his own heart. Everyone else insists you must keep going but, they don't know what you know. They don't know you died two years ago, when she left.

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I didnt know I was with fair weather sailors, Until the storm hit. But, I found I'm fine With running a skeleton crew On these dark, open waters. It's quiet out here with the ******

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC

Fair Weather

I didnt know I was with fair weather sailors, Until the storm hit. But, I found I'm fine With running a skeleton crew On these dark, open waters. It's quiet out here with the ******

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I refuse, After all I have survived... Including, My own mind. I refuse, To be slain by a ******* liquid, In a glass. I am spitting in the face of death and screaming, I refuse.

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC

I Refuse

I refuse, After all I have survived... Including, My own mind. I refuse, To be slain by a ******* liquid, In a glass. I am spitting in the face of death and screaming, I refuse.

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It's easy to say, You're a "good" father. Much harder yet, To prove it. Mine, Mine never failed. **** a mailman, Rain, sleet or snow? Drive one hundred and fifty miles, With the flu, And talk to me of loyalty, Of dedication.

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Mar 28, 2017

Mar 28, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC

Dedication

It's easy to say, You're a "good" father. Much harder yet, To prove it. Mine, Mine never failed. **** a mailman, Rain, sleet or snow? Drive one hundred and fifty miles, With the flu, And talk to me of loyalty, Of dedication.

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Who would have thought, How merciless a beast we could create. Sure, The weapons are scary, But **** if that ring doesn't terrify. Who's sighing? Who's crying? Who's dead? At least you can be certain, Of what's at the bottom of a barrel. Unfortunately, You never know, Who or what, Is at the end of the telephone.

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC

Telephone

Who would have thought, How merciless a beast we could create. Sure, The weapons are scary, But **** if that ring doesn't terrify. Who's sighing? Who's crying? Who's dead? At least you can be certain, Of what's at the bottom of a barrel. Unfortunately, You never know, Who or what, Is at the end of the telephone.

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I wear on my wrist, A simple copper band. Among my many bracelets, Few understand. So very few left to understand, This band tells me stories. It whispers tales of blood and of death. Tales of luck and life and, Brotherhood. And of bravery. This simple copper band, Tells me of tales known, And unknown. And the few who know Know. Of the tales told, By my Simple Copper Band.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC

A Bit of Copper

I wear on my wrist, A simple copper band. Among my many bracelets, Few understand. So very few left to understand, This band tells me stories. It whispers tales of blood and of death. Tales of luck and life and, Brotherhood. And of bravery. This simple copper band, Tells me of tales known, And unknown. And the few who know Know. Of the tales told, By my Simple Copper Band.

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They never did, Get it right. The wiring inside my head. Some switches flip far to quickly, Some it seems, Not at all. I've come to accept it though. I can't exactly get in there, And I've never been much, Of an electrician. But hey! That wiring is me.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC

Bad Wiring

They never did, Get it right. The wiring inside my head. Some switches flip far to quickly, Some it seems, Not at all. I've come to accept it though. I can't exactly get in there, And I've never been much, Of an electrician. But hey! That wiring is me.

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