lee-lafferty - Hello Poetry

Let me drown in a sea of passionless *** - fill my lungs , my hart , my soul with a dead sense of instant gratification - you may think its love I seek , yet there is no want for a soft touch or a warm embrace - I beg my body be made a vessel to fill with your need - plead that you drain my manic panicked racing mind …. Calm me with your rhythm and skin….

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Jan 3, 2018

Jan 3, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC

Where I am

Let me drown in a sea of passionless *** - fill my lungs , my hart , my soul with a dead sense of instant gratification - you may think its love I seek , yet there is no want for a soft touch or a warm embrace - I beg my body be made a vessel to fill with your need - plead that you drain my manic panicked racing mind …. Calm me with your rhythm and skin….

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alchohal and razor bladed, a twisted gaze, an open vein - a hart to bleed, a mouth to feed, the price is high if i suceede - sollace lost to higher ground, place all theses dreams in lost and found - a touch brings tears and two deaf ears, help build a wall around my fears - a need so deep brings loss of sleep, sanity is yours to reap - a dark and simple vow is made - to move along - to let it fade - a wisdome of my own designe, tuck it all away, in no one confide.

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC

Words fall like...

alchohal and razor bladed, a twisted gaze, an open vein - a hart to bleed, a mouth to feed, the price is high if i suceede - sollace lost to higher ground, place all theses dreams in lost and found - a touch brings tears and two deaf ears, help build a wall around my fears - a need so deep brings loss of sleep, sanity is yours to reap - a dark and simple vow is made - to move along - to let it fade - a wisdome of my own designe, tuck it all away, in no one confide.

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Can't sleep till you rest with me. Our heavy heads in perpetual search of peace. I wanna fly or fall into your arms, but I can't trust in lust. It leads to scars. If I held your hand like you hold my heart, would it all break in two would it fall apart? This world is cold and filled with cynics. Frozen lies that lead to warm truths. Beautiful messes that defy lyrics, broken Heroes that run toll booths. When does poetry become song? An arrow like note to lodge in the hearts of man, evoking tears of love and loss- this pain is costing me ... Everything. .. In the arms of another man.

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC

Judge me not

Can't sleep till you rest with me. Our heavy heads in perpetual search of peace. I wanna fly or fall into your arms, but I can't trust in lust. It leads to scars. If I held your hand like you hold my heart, would it all break in two would it fall apart? This world is cold and filled with cynics. Frozen lies that lead to warm truths. Beautiful messes that defy lyrics, broken Heroes that run toll booths. When does poetry become song? An arrow like note to lodge in the hearts of man, evoking tears of love and loss- this pain is costing me ... Everything. .. In the arms of another man.

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I'm so busy facing my own fears,pain, angst and regret that I forget about the world.. how the masses feel... how they do? If we are all truely in this together... where the s the tether? This anamorphic tie that binds...the knot of cosmic uncertainty.. we can overcome ... we can be moved.. we shal prevale United in a common need for community , family and general peace... we stand..and when we fall , we will fall together.

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Sep 24, 2017

Sep 24, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC

Untitled

I'm so busy facing my own fears,pain, angst and regret that I forget about the world.. how the masses feel... how they do? If we are all truely in this together... where the s the tether? This anamorphic tie that binds...the knot of cosmic uncertainty.. we can overcome ... we can be moved.. we shal prevale United in a common need for community , family and general peace... we stand..and when we fall , we will fall together.

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She says I'm ebbing down to pieces. I bear the weight of a thousand souls. This brittle frame work is getting worn from lack of apathy. I need an outlet to get back a little piece of me. It's all the same,how the days blend. My life's refrain is a need bending pain. I'm wearing down in ways. Flaming out my days.... Prefer to stay in haze. Help Numb out my manic mind?

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Sep 24, 2017

Sep 24, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC

She

She says I'm ebbing down to pieces. I bear the weight of a thousand souls. This brittle frame work is getting worn from lack of apathy. I need an outlet to get back a little piece of me. It's all the same,how the days blend. My life's refrain is a need bending pain. I'm wearing down in ways. Flaming out my days.... Prefer to stay in haze. Help Numb out my manic mind?

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i hoplessly, endlessly wonder why. everything is lost, a somber toss of peace into the fray. No light of day to guide me down the wondering paths that once lead us, fed us on dreams and aspirations. when it happens, it happens fast. winds change. tides turn. yet, as if in a fit of unconscious reverie , my pen continues to flow. a constant stream of thought. endlessly slipping truths wrapped in lies, endless lies wrapped in crisp undeniable truth. broken thoughts .... good intentions .... half lives lived untill they fade to black.

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Sep 24, 2017

Sep 24, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC

Struggle

i hoplessly, endlessly wonder why. everything is lost, a somber toss of peace into the fray. No light of day to guide me down the wondering paths that once lead us, fed us on dreams and aspirations. when it happens, it happens fast. winds change. tides turn. yet, as if in a fit of unconscious reverie , my pen continues to flow. a constant stream of thought. endlessly slipping truths wrapped in lies, endless lies wrapped in crisp undeniable truth. broken thoughts .... good intentions .... half lives lived untill they fade to black.

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Half a bottle in and well on my way, to far gone tonight to care of consequence. Through blurry eyes I see the clarity of it all. Constantly guided as ever by a moral compass and inner fortitude. Ah, but to tare down this inner sanctum and free the caged animals within. Like a deranged ****** of the human condition I remain a fly on the wall of the world. So far hidden in self imposed shadow, the light stings my eyes. Filled to helplessness by another days worth of wading knee deep with the Haves and Have Not’s… .. Still I wonder, who holds the key to my undoing? Where lives this keeper of the passage to true life so well hidden… .. Who drank my last glass….? But I digress… and regress , and obsess still over the smallest of things . I am but a tiny profit of immobility. **** these thoughts that throw me asunder. Cursed am I. so caught up in my own brain. Unable to enjoy a bit of well earned fun at the expense of my liver! Perhaps a proper mix of chemicals will lay to rest this angst, this mind so full… ..this body… or shall I uncork a new friend and simply try again….

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Sep 22, 2017

Sep 22, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC

Thinking out loud

Half a bottle in and well on my way, to far gone tonight to care of consequence. Through blurry eyes I see the clarity of it all. Constantly guided as ever by a moral compass and inner fortitude. Ah, but to tare down this inner sanctum and free the caged animals within. Like a deranged ****** of the human condition I remain a fly on the wall of the world. So far hidden in self imposed shadow, the light stings my eyes. Filled to helplessness by another days worth of wading knee deep with the Haves and Have Not’s… .. Still I wonder, who holds the key to my undoing? Where lives this keeper of the passage to true life so well hidden… .. Who drank my last glass….? But I digress… and regress , and obsess still over the smallest of things . I am but a tiny profit of immobility. **** these thoughts that throw me asunder. Cursed am I. so caught up in my own brain. Unable to enjoy a bit of well earned fun at the expense of my liver! Perhaps a proper mix of chemicals will lay to rest this angst, this mind so full… ..this body… or shall I uncork a new friend and simply try again….

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It's crushing my soul to watch you disintegrate This idillic icon, this flawed and broken person I'm supposed to grow and be you, yet I find my self in constant terror of becoming what is and what could never be Maybe society failed you .... but you failed yourself in pinning your hopes and dreams on another. I may ramble your paths in intrigue May sip of your vice in hopes of understanding May rage at the unfairness of the hand that you were delt But i refuse to file blame Refuse to wallow And I've repent for your sins Noticed my own Dug my own shallow graves And have made peace with my daemons I will not follow suit You are a beautiful disaster and I love you Maybe some day you will be set free The cage of your mind is so binding .... I can only imagine your torment But you bring it on your self... And unlike you, I can embrace my flaws.. my vices ... my daemons... it doesn't really help.. but at least it keeps me sane Others may have failed me..... But I make my own way.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC

Paths

It's crushing my soul to watch you disintegrate This idillic icon, this flawed and broken person I'm supposed to grow and be you, yet I find my self in constant terror of becoming what is and what could never be Maybe society failed you .... but you failed yourself in pinning your hopes and dreams on another. I may ramble your paths in intrigue May sip of your vice in hopes of understanding May rage at the unfairness of the hand that you were delt But i refuse to file blame Refuse to wallow And I've repent for your sins Noticed my own Dug my own shallow graves And have made peace with my daemons I will not follow suit You are a beautiful disaster and I love you Maybe some day you will be set free The cage of your mind is so binding .... I can only imagine your torment But you bring it on your self... And unlike you, I can embrace my flaws.. my vices ... my daemons... it doesn't really help.. but at least it keeps me sane Others may have failed me..... But I make my own way.

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