kellen-k - Hello Poetry

There are scars on my heart, made by empty promises words without meaning, There are scars on my hands, made by holding on too tight to something that isn’t there There are scars in my mind, made by a fear that what I have isn’t real But thanks to you, they’ve started to heal.

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC

Scars

There are scars on my heart, made by empty promises words without meaning, There are scars on my hands, made by holding on too tight to something that isn’t there There are scars in my mind, made by a fear that what I have isn’t real But thanks to you, they’ve started to heal.

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There is nothing but me And this stoplight at the end of the universe, Green, yellow, red Then green again. Independent of judgement, From all who look on. Their opinions don't matter, I walk along. There are others beside me, Their choices their own, But save for this stoplight, I walk alone. Just a blank slate Free from doubt, free from fear, It's just me and this stoplight here.

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC

The Stoplight At The End Of The Universe

There is nothing but me And this stoplight at the end of the universe, Green, yellow, red Then green again. Independent of judgement, From all who look on. Their opinions don't matter, I walk along. There are others beside me, Their choices their own, But save for this stoplight, I walk alone. Just a blank slate Free from doubt, free from fear, It's just me and this stoplight here.

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You're like the tail, I can't quite quite catch. Like Peanut Butter, I can't get your taste out of my mouth. You throw away your love, And I bring it right back, You pay me no attention, I get sad. You acknowledge me, I'm the happiest little thing in the world. Sometimes I'm mans best friend, happy as I could ever be, Sometimes I'm trapped in your hot car Waiting for someone to rescue me

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC

Man/Woman's Best Friend

You're like the tail, I can't quite quite catch. Like Peanut Butter, I can't get your taste out of my mouth. You throw away your love, And I bring it right back, You pay me no attention, I get sad. You acknowledge me, I'm the happiest little thing in the world. Sometimes I'm mans best friend, happy as I could ever be, Sometimes I'm trapped in your hot car Waiting for someone to rescue me

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my prison and my paradise. my warzone and my refuge the receiver of many tears the place where I am without fears, the cause of pain, and the cure so ***** yet so pure. the place i go when I’m full of dread, is the place i go to rest my head.

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Jan 12, 2015

Jan 12, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC

Bed

my prison and my paradise. my warzone and my refuge the receiver of many tears the place where I am without fears, the cause of pain, and the cure so ***** yet so pure. the place i go when I’m full of dread, is the place i go to rest my head.

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The beauty I happened to have spotted, The girl I passed in the mall, Not just one beautiful girl, you are them all, No name, because I never got it, Could not tell you how gorgeous you are, but I thought it. Your beauty cascades on me like rainfall, You probably thought I was too small. But, I didn’t get your number, and away you trotted. Did you even see me? or did you just walk by? Did you think that I was dreamy? or just another guy? Did you want to get steamy? or were you just a passerby?

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC

Were You Just A Passerby?

The beauty I happened to have spotted, The girl I passed in the mall, Not just one beautiful girl, you are them all, No name, because I never got it, Could not tell you how gorgeous you are, but I thought it. Your beauty cascades on me like rainfall, You probably thought I was too small. But, I didn’t get your number, and away you trotted. Did you even see me? or did you just walk by? Did you think that I was dreamy? or just another guy? Did you want to get steamy? or were you just a passerby?

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Maybe Somewhere out there, a million a million miles away from here. Is a girl made just for me Maybe she cries when reading poetry, when she stays awake till three. Maybe she’s into sports, but if she isn’t that’s fine of course. Maybe she’s not my other half, but still we’ll make each other laugh. Maybe I’ll find the girl who’s more than okay staying inside and watching movies all day. Maybe, she listens to tunes, holed up in her room. Maybe, she’s beautiful in all senses of the word, and a little bit of a nerd, Maybe, I’ll find her, When? I’m not sure. Maybe, she’s out there, not just in my head, and in the thoughts I have in bed.

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Feb 8, 2014

Feb 8, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

maybe

Maybe Somewhere out there, a million a million miles away from here. Is a girl made just for me Maybe she cries when reading poetry, when she stays awake till three. Maybe she’s into sports, but if she isn’t that’s fine of course. Maybe she’s not my other half, but still we’ll make each other laugh. Maybe I’ll find the girl who’s more than okay staying inside and watching movies all day. Maybe, she listens to tunes, holed up in her room. Maybe, she’s beautiful in all senses of the word, and a little bit of a nerd, Maybe, I’ll find her, When? I’m not sure. Maybe, she’s out there, not just in my head, and in the thoughts I have in bed.

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