jamesdo - Hello Poetry

I'm comfortable down here, I rest easy down here, for here is the bottom. Nestled tightly against my bottom is the bottom. There is no way down so things cannot get worse. Up there is hope. Hope CAN be poison. Why would you want to taste poison? Down here is comfort. Comfort IS home. Why wouldn't you want to be at home? Warm, safe, reachable

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Feb 1, 2024

Feb 1, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC

Comfortable down

I'm comfortable down here, I rest easy down here, for here is the bottom. Nestled tightly against my bottom is the bottom. There is no way down so things cannot get worse. Up there is hope. Hope CAN be poison. Why would you want to taste poison? Down here is comfort. Comfort IS home. Why wouldn't you want to be at home? Warm, safe, reachable

9

As usual, she shined as we sat down. “I don’t know if things will work out” She dulled. “it’s just not fair on you” It was almost dark now. “I don’t want you to get hurt” I think back to the start of the conversation. I wonder if she knows, she’ll never be that pretty again.

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC

Three

As usual, she shined as we sat down. “I don’t know if things will work out” She dulled. “it’s just not fair on you” It was almost dark now. “I don’t want you to get hurt” I think back to the start of the conversation. I wonder if she knows, she’ll never be that pretty again.

7

Why wait until the end of the tunnel? You can make your own light, wherever you stand.

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC

Tunnel

Why wait until the end of the tunnel? You can make your own light, wherever you stand.

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The sun has long disappeared behind the stage I'm inspired and sweaty and feeling my age The amplifiers still ringing in my ears The smell of the Tagus draws in and I take my tired frame up winding streets The cafés are open. Piano music. Shoes on cobbles providing the beat Sat silently listening to the late urban shuffle, people appear from narrow openings between tired, tiled buildings Are the up late, are they up early? It's been a long day. A day of fleeting smiles. I think of you, and there's one more. This one lasts.

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC

Lisbon Now

The sun has long disappeared behind the stage I'm inspired and sweaty and feeling my age The amplifiers still ringing in my ears The smell of the Tagus draws in and I take my tired frame up winding streets The cafés are open. Piano music. Shoes on cobbles providing the beat Sat silently listening to the late urban shuffle, people appear from narrow openings between tired, tiled buildings Are the up late, are they up early? It's been a long day. A day of fleeting smiles. I think of you, and there's one more. This one lasts.

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I used to be afraid of the unknown Until I was taught to see It's me that is unknown And these people are afraid of me

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC

Known

I used to be afraid of the unknown Until I was taught to see It's me that is unknown And these people are afraid of me

4

"So tell me, what did you wish for?" "For my life to go on without you" "Fine" she said "I'll head for the door" "But if I've told you, then it can't come true"

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC

Make a wish

"So tell me, what did you wish for?" "For my life to go on without you" "Fine" she said "I'll head for the door" "But if I've told you, then it can't come true"

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Be flat, see sharp. A minor or a G? Turn up the tunes when the world lampoons The notes are there for you to see.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC

Muse sick?