jn-masolas - Hello Poetry

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker As life passed through me I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker Leaving in this world only my memory As life passed through me I can hear my daughters cry Leaving in this world only my memory I know she only wonders why I can hear my daughter’s cry It hurts her this I know I know she only wonders why Her mother, did she have to go It hurts her this I know But she will learn to mend her heart Her mother did she have to go And soon my absence becomes a part But she will learn to mend her heart Blocking out the painful thought And soon my absence becomes a part Forgetting what should be forgot Blocking out the painful thought Moving on to better things Forgetting what should be forgot Finally spreading wide her fixed up wing Moving on to better things Sometimes now she will rejoice Finally spreading her fixed up wing She did forget the sound of her mother’s voice Sometimes now she will rejoice But other times things get sad She did forget the sound of her mother’s voice She is strong, just like her mom, and knows that this is just a fad But other times things get sad I see my girl and know she’ll grow She is strong, just like her mom, and knows that this is just a fad She will survive, so now I must go I see my girl and know she’ll grow I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker She will survive, so now I must go I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker To nothing

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Jun 22, 2014

Jun 22, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC

Pantoum to the Living

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker As life passed through me I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker Leaving in this world only my memory As life passed through me I can hear my daughters cry Leaving in this world only my memory I know she only wonders why I can hear my daughter’s cry It hurts her this I know I know she only wonders why Her mother, did she have to go It hurts her this I know But she will learn to mend her heart Her mother did she have to go And soon my absence becomes a part But she will learn to mend her heart Blocking out the painful thought And soon my absence becomes a part Forgetting what should be forgot Blocking out the painful thought Moving on to better things Forgetting what should be forgot Finally spreading wide her fixed up wing Moving on to better things Sometimes now she will rejoice Finally spreading her fixed up wing She did forget the sound of her mother’s voice Sometimes now she will rejoice But other times things get sad She did forget the sound of her mother’s voice She is strong, just like her mom, and knows that this is just a fad But other times things get sad I see my girl and know she’ll grow She is strong, just like her mom, and knows that this is just a fad She will survive, so now I must go I see my girl and know she’ll grow I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker She will survive, so now I must go I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker To nothing

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Baby girl With the smile like silver And eyes like gold Sprouting up Wild as a **** But that’s just how you are Little one With a personality all to big For your Five foot Three inch body With a life stuck on fast forward Grown before my eyes Those same eyes that led me to believe that you were happy You lived through the worst But Nothing No one Could save you Everyone always told you that Fallacious Rhyme about Sticks And Stones But I know broken bones Would’ve hurt you less So everyday Your severed heart strings Bled away The sorrows So that maybe Just maybe You could learn not to care And even now I wish Only that you could see Because my definition of beauty Starts with you And if you don’t see anything beautiful about yourself Get a better mirror Believe me honey You are not just backround noise Marching to someone else’s drum Baby girl With a smile like silver And eyes like gold Let me build a cast around your open wounds And be the first to say They were wrong

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC

Charlie, It Will Be Alright

Baby girl With the smile like silver And eyes like gold Sprouting up Wild as a **** But that’s just how you are Little one With a personality all to big For your Five foot Three inch body With a life stuck on fast forward Grown before my eyes Those same eyes that led me to believe that you were happy You lived through the worst But Nothing No one Could save you Everyone always told you that Fallacious Rhyme about Sticks And Stones But I know broken bones Would’ve hurt you less So everyday Your severed heart strings Bled away The sorrows So that maybe Just maybe You could learn not to care And even now I wish Only that you could see Because my definition of beauty Starts with you And if you don’t see anything beautiful about yourself Get a better mirror Believe me honey You are not just backround noise Marching to someone else’s drum Baby girl With a smile like silver And eyes like gold Let me build a cast around your open wounds And be the first to say They were wrong

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Black Wires stretch Connections M i l e s and m i l e s Connecting Lives with lives Voices to Eager ears Longing For a Voice

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC

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Black Wires stretch Connections M i l e s and m i l e s Connecting Lives with lives Voices to Eager ears Longing For a Voice

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CANCER Cancer cancer I thought it was gone, they had taken my kidney, I thought it was out CANCER Cancer cancer "It has made its way to your liver, we've also found some cancerous cells in your brain, I'm sorry", as if a doctor's sympathy makes any difference CANCER Cancer cancer There is no real treatment, only drugs that might slow down the growth, "it worked in 28% of patients", it hurts to see my family's pain, 28% CANCER Cancer cancer I am not in the 28%, they've stopped treatment. The pain is overwhelming CANCER Cancer cancer Soon, soon it will be over, soon the pain will end, soon i will be free CANCER Cancer cancer Hurts my loved ones more than me. I sleep away most of what I have left CANCER Cancer cancer And then, it was over. And then, I was free.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC

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CANCER Cancer cancer I thought it was gone, they had taken my kidney, I thought it was out CANCER Cancer cancer "It has made its way to your liver, we've also found some cancerous cells in your brain, I'm sorry", as if a doctor's sympathy makes any difference CANCER Cancer cancer There is no real treatment, only drugs that might slow down the growth, "it worked in 28% of patients", it hurts to see my family's pain, 28% CANCER Cancer cancer I am not in the 28%, they've stopped treatment. The pain is overwhelming CANCER Cancer cancer Soon, soon it will be over, soon the pain will end, soon i will be free CANCER Cancer cancer Hurts my loved ones more than me. I sleep away most of what I have left CANCER Cancer cancer And then, it was over. And then, I was free.

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2: City life is still strong, clubs reek with the boom chee boom chee boom, beats of a forgotten culture. The suburbs are quite now, families of four tucked into their beds, their Streets are post-apocalyptically barren. Snails drape the sidewalks because they believe they're protected under the shadows of night. A few cars on the freeway, search for somewhere to return. 3: In the city, drunken bodies drag themselves to find the nearest form of shelter, throwing shouts of gin and tonic to anyone who would let them be heard. A teenage girl sneaks back into her white house with a picket fence, hopping to God her parents don't wake up. Truck drivers route their way, trying to make it through the night. 4: The world seems to be resting. the distant hum of a car and faint sound of crickets are the only things in the air, but neither of them can be found. Four is my favorite hour. Walking the streets it is only you, it makes the world seem, in a way, that it is especially yours. Reality seems to be frozen, until that one car comes to breaks the trance. A world free from others cannot last. 5: The commuters shuffle into their cars to make their way to a sustainable future. The eyes of the world flicker open, still containing a haze of sleep. The world that was simply yours begins to gain occupants, slowly the sun rises lifting sleep from it followers. We have regained consciousness, the world seems less special. Until the next night my friend, until the next night.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC

My favorite hours to go out are from 2am until 5am

2: City life is still strong, clubs reek with the boom chee boom chee boom, beats of a forgotten culture. The suburbs are quite now, families of four tucked into their beds, their Streets are post-apocalyptically barren. Snails drape the sidewalks because they believe they're protected under the shadows of night. A few cars on the freeway, search for somewhere to return. 3: In the city, drunken bodies drag themselves to find the nearest form of shelter, throwing shouts of gin and tonic to anyone who would let them be heard. A teenage girl sneaks back into her white house with a picket fence, hopping to God her parents don't wake up. Truck drivers route their way, trying to make it through the night. 4: The world seems to be resting. the distant hum of a car and faint sound of crickets are the only things in the air, but neither of them can be found. Four is my favorite hour. Walking the streets it is only you, it makes the world seem, in a way, that it is especially yours. Reality seems to be frozen, until that one car comes to breaks the trance. A world free from others cannot last. 5: The commuters shuffle into their cars to make their way to a sustainable future. The eyes of the world flicker open, still containing a haze of sleep. The world that was simply yours begins to gain occupants, slowly the sun rises lifting sleep from it followers. We have regained consciousness, the world seems less special. Until the next night my friend, until the next night.

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Heron, Heron come my way I hope that you won’t fly away My dear sweet bird who’s home is mine Lets sit right here and pass the time I’ll tell you of this place I knew A mystic place where dew drops grew Alluring sun sets everyday Where winter winds could laugh and play Heron, I know you know this too For this is where the currents blew You from your flock and out to me So this is where we ought to be I miss the trees that used to sway While flowers grew to greet the day Heron, please, I beg you, stay I miss the trees that used to sway And little raindrops brushed away And little raindrops brushed away

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC

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Heron, Heron come my way I hope that you won’t fly away My dear sweet bird who’s home is mine Lets sit right here and pass the time I’ll tell you of this place I knew A mystic place where dew drops grew Alluring sun sets everyday Where winter winds could laugh and play Heron, I know you know this too For this is where the currents blew You from your flock and out to me So this is where we ought to be I miss the trees that used to sway While flowers grew to greet the day Heron, please, I beg you, stay I miss the trees that used to sway And little raindrops brushed away And little raindrops brushed away

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Beneath a southern isle doth lie the king of boys Decomposed was he, as the wit of the world fell to the same solem depths Alas the ego who stripped our hero of his power Innocence, his last living breath HE was nothing more than a charlatan The so-called king of all things The so-called GOD among boys Knew nothing more than the extent of his own vanity The prospective leader Prophesized guide us through this darkness that is our world Now lays in ruins Shattered And with him all reason All notions of right and good Crushed beneath a shadow of ostentation

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC

Ode to Piggy

Beneath a southern isle doth lie the king of boys Decomposed was he, as the wit of the world fell to the same solem depths Alas the ego who stripped our hero of his power Innocence, his last living breath HE was nothing more than a charlatan The so-called king of all things The so-called GOD among boys Knew nothing more than the extent of his own vanity The prospective leader Prophesized guide us through this darkness that is our world Now lays in ruins Shattered And with him all reason All notions of right and good Crushed beneath a shadow of ostentation

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