jason-chan - Hello Poetry

This wildfire I cannot describe It burns me inside out Spilling out senseless words and false stories These winds of change When I saw you Your bucket of kindness against my madness Brings me resolution All the colors You helped me see Exhale And breathing in This prism Prison My blazing temperaments.

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Oct 24, 2012

Oct 24, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC

Blazing Temperaments

This wildfire I cannot describe It burns me inside out Spilling out senseless words and false stories These winds of change When I saw you Your bucket of kindness against my madness Brings me resolution All the colors You helped me see Exhale And breathing in This prism Prison My blazing temperaments.

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I want to Close my eyes and fall to sleep Like an anchor I will sink so deep The castle by the ocean We will keep With promises made Oh so sweet Take my hand and walk with me Golden sands will fill our feet Midnight lights With moon so high Till the day ends I won’t say goodnight.

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Aug 9, 2011

Aug 9, 2011 at 8:48 AM UTC

TILL THE DAY ENDS

I want to Close my eyes and fall to sleep Like an anchor I will sink so deep The castle by the ocean We will keep With promises made Oh so sweet Take my hand and walk with me Golden sands will fill our feet Midnight lights With moon so high Till the day ends I won’t say goodnight.

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Don’t know you Don’t know me Don’t know everything that needs to be Oh can you Can't you see? The bird beating in my chest In no nest, but a cage Old withered and aged While you are so far away Why can’t you Please just see This emptiness that’s in thee Unclean, unshaven Only waiting for your return.

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Aug 9, 2011

Aug 9, 2011 at 8:22 AM UTC

QWERTY

Don’t know you Don’t know me Don’t know everything that needs to be Oh can you Can't you see? The bird beating in my chest In no nest, but a cage Old withered and aged While you are so far away Why can’t you Please just see This emptiness that’s in thee Unclean, unshaven Only waiting for your return.

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the carbon looks as good as new. a change of tape was all i had to do. should have done it ages ago. like a boy who should have worn out of his past year clothes. now this change - you look new. the end of the world is only coming if you want it to. the stars won't collide as long as you hold them in place. they'll still shine as bright. i need to make it real. as real as possible. i will be the last one to know and the first to go. good. bye.

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Aug 4, 2011

Aug 4, 2011 at 8:24 AM UTC

Second-hand Racquet

the carbon looks as good as new. a change of tape was all i had to do. should have done it ages ago. like a boy who should have worn out of his past year clothes. now this change - you look new. the end of the world is only coming if you want it to. the stars won't collide as long as you hold them in place. they'll still shine as bright. i need to make it real. as real as possible. i will be the last one to know and the first to go. good. bye.

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The man sat outside his house Busy roads and little streets A small girl on the sidewalk There he peeks Waves a hi and then says goodbye A friendly acquaintance to say goodnight He sews memories upon his head and wonders if it is fate. streaks of white then flash across the sky Each one endowed with a wish from someone over the other side.

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Jul 31, 2011

Jul 31, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC

Shooting stars and spotlights

The man sat outside his house Busy roads and little streets A small girl on the sidewalk There he peeks Waves a hi and then says goodbye A friendly acquaintance to say goodnight He sews memories upon his head and wonders if it is fate. streaks of white then flash across the sky Each one endowed with a wish from someone over the other side.

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The house on the hill Lived a man called Bill After he met his wife He had no life He is tall But looks like a ball And round Looked like a clown On rainy days, He gives a grumpy face If ever children comes He hits them all dumb He loves pineapple tarts Always gives a notorious **** His name is bill And he lives in the house on a hill.

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Jul 31, 2011

Jul 31, 2011 at 5:48 AM UTC

Hillbilly

The house on the hill Lived a man called Bill After he met his wife He had no life He is tall But looks like a ball And round Looked like a clown On rainy days, He gives a grumpy face If ever children comes He hits them all dumb He loves pineapple tarts Always gives a notorious **** His name is bill And he lives in the house on a hill.

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Touch me. Hold me. Feel me. Someday I shall be yours in every sense of touch. Write me. Read me. Watch me. Someday I shall be yours in every sense of sight. Can you listen hard? I am breathing through the pores of this thin shell. I am hoping to break out. I am hoping to break out to you. You are my crush and I am your paper. I admire you through the walls of this porcelain skin. Hoping you will take notice of me, because, I will never speak.

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Jul 29, 2011

Jul 29, 2011 at 8:32 PM UTC

Paper

Touch me. Hold me. Feel me. Someday I shall be yours in every sense of touch. Write me. Read me. Watch me. Someday I shall be yours in every sense of sight. Can you listen hard? I am breathing through the pores of this thin shell. I am hoping to break out. I am hoping to break out to you. You are my crush and I am your paper. I admire you through the walls of this porcelain skin. Hoping you will take notice of me, because, I will never speak.

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Show me - Rays of shining glimmering splendid Make me feel light, warm, beautiful Godlike descent You do the tango around me … and with me. Suicidal please go away because right now, Golden is what we are and what you feel.

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Jul 29, 2011

Jul 29, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC

Sunshine

Show me - Rays of shining glimmering splendid Make me feel light, warm, beautiful Godlike descent You do the tango around me … and with me. Suicidal please go away because right now, Golden is what we are and what you feel.

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Expect the unexpected and the dusty faded book from 1983 said: "not mine. his..." revisit the past with a newspaper cutting, black and white photographs and a rusty paperclip connecting both stories for one would not be complete without the either and of what that has been bliss, excitement , worry - happiness. interlocked arms their lives intertwined. they took to their promises on paper all in a day on September 1936 no cakes nor fireworks did the picture held secrets?

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Jul 29, 2011

Jul 29, 2011 at 8:17 PM UTC

The Wedding

Expect the unexpected and the dusty faded book from 1983 said: "not mine. his..." revisit the past with a newspaper cutting, black and white photographs and a rusty paperclip connecting both stories for one would not be complete without the either and of what that has been bliss, excitement , worry - happiness. interlocked arms their lives intertwined. they took to their promises on paper all in a day on September 1936 no cakes nor fireworks did the picture held secrets?

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walking down the aisle of the night where moonbeam shines and the bird takes flight with your hand in mine are things alright? a dare i made to question the fate of my actions they gladly face am i here or far away my heart just takes two steps back. your smile that i would like to know that i am the one who made it glow playground affairs for tiny men brings us back to simpler days where love was bright and we steered our ship against the pirates and wind of seas this love we both know i would always keep in the pocket in the heart would you do the same if i hadn't told you so?

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Jul 29, 2011

Jul 29, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC

A Nameless Feeling

walking down the aisle of the night where moonbeam shines and the bird takes flight with your hand in mine are things alright? a dare i made to question the fate of my actions they gladly face am i here or far away my heart just takes two steps back. your smile that i would like to know that i am the one who made it glow playground affairs for tiny men brings us back to simpler days where love was bright and we steered our ship against the pirates and wind of seas this love we both know i would always keep in the pocket in the heart would you do the same if i hadn't told you so?

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