leaanne - Hello Poetry

It’s easy to tell when It’s the beginning of the End. You get that sick helpless Feeling in your gut Like someone died Something died. In a way It is a death Of something Of love Of something that could have Would have Should have been Might have been If it weren’t for that ******* Life. Things get stale Like a crumb under the couch. It’s always the same Everything ends anyway.

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC

Nothing I'm Not Used To

It’s easy to tell when It’s the beginning of the End. You get that sick helpless Feeling in your gut Like someone died Something died. In a way It is a death Of something Of love Of something that could have Would have Should have been Might have been If it weren’t for that ******* Life. Things get stale Like a crumb under the couch. It’s always the same Everything ends anyway.

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The music starts And so do I Every beat pulls me In a new direction Every word Squeezes me. Sliding Twirling Winding Gracefully and beautifully In my own eyes I don’t care who sees Me I am poetry In motion. I am Limitless Boundless Restless And full of Life. I will move To my own Beat And I will not Apologize.

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC

Move

The music starts And so do I Every beat pulls me In a new direction Every word Squeezes me. Sliding Twirling Winding Gracefully and beautifully In my own eyes I don’t care who sees Me I am poetry In motion. I am Limitless Boundless Restless And full of Life. I will move To my own Beat And I will not Apologize.

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I love you like A butterfly loves her Nectar I love you Without limits Or conditions I love the pieces of you That break When touched I love the pieces Of you that Don’t. I need you like A baby Needs her mother You keep me Sane Grounded Alive You make me More myself Than I I need you To compliment My parts And pieces… Even they get lonely Sometimes. I want you like A child wants Love and acceptance When you are around Everything Is ok even when it’s Not I want to wake up Everyday Knowing that I have you More than The others I want you to Feel the same, My friend And I hope that You do. I love you. I have loved you. Now, my friend, I am in love with you.

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC

The Times are Changing

I love you like A butterfly loves her Nectar I love you Without limits Or conditions I love the pieces of you That break When touched I love the pieces Of you that Don’t. I need you like A baby Needs her mother You keep me Sane Grounded Alive You make me More myself Than I I need you To compliment My parts And pieces… Even they get lonely Sometimes. I want you like A child wants Love and acceptance When you are around Everything Is ok even when it’s Not I want to wake up Everyday Knowing that I have you More than The others I want you to Feel the same, My friend And I hope that You do. I love you. I have loved you. Now, my friend, I am in love with you.

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

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Hey guys, I finally made my poetry into a book! You can buy it now on blurb.com as a 60 page hardcover for $29.19! Use the web address above.

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Why is it That when the world Is quiet My thoughts are Loudest. There is a boy sleeping In my bed. I should lay with him I want to lay with him. But I am so restless So full of purpose During these dark hours Of the day Every word that I type Brings with it a release Like a breath Of the coolest, Crispest Winter air Oh how I’ve missed this feeling… The keyboard Calls out to me Like an old friend In the night. I greet her With open arms And A pounding in my Chest These words keep me Going These words are my legacy These words are my own. I hope that one day You will read these words Too And find some Solace in your own Heart.

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Feb 22, 2017

Feb 22, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC

Sweet Dreams

Why is it That when the world Is quiet My thoughts are Loudest. There is a boy sleeping In my bed. I should lay with him I want to lay with him. But I am so restless So full of purpose During these dark hours Of the day Every word that I type Brings with it a release Like a breath Of the coolest, Crispest Winter air Oh how I’ve missed this feeling… The keyboard Calls out to me Like an old friend In the night. I greet her With open arms And A pounding in my Chest These words keep me Going These words are my legacy These words are my own. I hope that one day You will read these words Too And find some Solace in your own Heart.

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This is a story about a boy who smiled like an angel. At once he smiled it was a shy gesture and just as subtly and timidly I fell in love with both the boy and the smile. So innocent yet capable those heavenly lips stretched over shining teeth that reflected such promise. So enamored was I that I failed to notice the boy's smile waver and disappear just as fast. By then it was too late when the allure of the smile dissipated like a thick fog of clouded judgement. Before me stood the boy but not the smile or its heavenly essence. Before me stood a beautiful devil and he took my heart and ate it with a devilish grin.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC

The Boy Who Smiled Like an Angel

This is a story about a boy who smiled like an angel. At once he smiled it was a shy gesture and just as subtly and timidly I fell in love with both the boy and the smile. So innocent yet capable those heavenly lips stretched over shining teeth that reflected such promise. So enamored was I that I failed to notice the boy's smile waver and disappear just as fast. By then it was too late when the allure of the smile dissipated like a thick fog of clouded judgement. Before me stood the boy but not the smile or its heavenly essence. Before me stood a beautiful devil and he took my heart and ate it with a devilish grin.

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I know it when I See it That look. Haunting, Ripping and Tearing Bliss that once was Is no more. When dreams are Interrupted Tainted By Life and her cronies. Reality has a face It's everywhere Pieces scattered About It even resides within You, My dear.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC

The Face

I know it when I See it That look. Haunting, Ripping and Tearing Bliss that once was Is no more. When dreams are Interrupted Tainted By Life and her cronies. Reality has a face It's everywhere Pieces scattered About It even resides within You, My dear.

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There's Trouble Watch as she dances To her wicked Tune And her? O yes, that's Misfortune. She's a sneaky one... She is a killer Hiding In the shadows. Just look at This one She keeps her head Down She is quiet and somber But present: Sadness She is everywhere all at once. But he is my favorite Always with me A friend to us all, Trailing silently behind Hello, Death.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC

Trouble and all of Her Friends

There's Trouble Watch as she dances To her wicked Tune And her? O yes, that's Misfortune. She's a sneaky one... She is a killer Hiding In the shadows. Just look at This one She keeps her head Down She is quiet and somber But present: Sadness She is everywhere all at once. But he is my favorite Always with me A friend to us all, Trailing silently behind Hello, Death.

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When i'm closest to Death Is when I feel I am most alive. I'm dangerously close to having nothing, wanting nothing I feel as though nothing is the most I could ever ask for. I feel pleasure in the pain Where there is no pain there is no life I stand amongst the lively Holding Death's hand Listening to the sweet promises Of an inevitable end.

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Jun 8, 2014

Jun 8, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC

Life in Death

When i'm closest to Death Is when I feel I am most alive. I'm dangerously close to having nothing, wanting nothing I feel as though nothing is the most I could ever ask for. I feel pleasure in the pain Where there is no pain there is no life I stand amongst the lively Holding Death's hand Listening to the sweet promises Of an inevitable end.

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I'm sickened And saddened It pains me to look At all of the people Old and young Happy and sad Skinny and fat To see them and know They are Or were Nothing more than A notch On some other's belt That pretty girl A notch That lonely old man on the Park bench A notch Your mother, my father Notches Your future child A future notch We're all just Playthings At another's expense.

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC

Notches

I'm sickened And saddened It pains me to look At all of the people Old and young Happy and sad Skinny and fat To see them and know They are Or were Nothing more than A notch On some other's belt That pretty girl A notch That lonely old man on the Park bench A notch Your mother, my father Notches Your future child A future notch We're all just Playthings At another's expense.

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