leonard-steven-declan - Hello Poetry

I write stories of people, Who disappear, Of the closest friends, That were never near, Of the heartfelt hope, That was never here, Of the crimson road, That's, never clear. I spent my money, On diamond rings, Liquor, hard drugs, Menial things, Things to replace, What I'd lost, I didn't care, About the cost, The hate in my heart, A cumbersome load, And a heavy soul, Yet to be sold, Off out in the night, I began to ride, And in the pale moonlight, I had to confide, Life is more, Than I'll ever know, Only a fool, Would let himself go So still I ride, to this day Trying to find, My own way.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC

Ghosts

I write stories of people, Who disappear, Of the closest friends, That were never near, Of the heartfelt hope, That was never here, Of the crimson road, That's, never clear. I spent my money, On diamond rings, Liquor, hard drugs, Menial things, Things to replace, What I'd lost, I didn't care, About the cost, The hate in my heart, A cumbersome load, And a heavy soul, Yet to be sold, Off out in the night, I began to ride, And in the pale moonlight, I had to confide, Life is more, Than I'll ever know, Only a fool, Would let himself go So still I ride, to this day Trying to find, My own way.

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Just in case I catch you looking.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC

I always keep an extra smile

Just in case I catch you looking.

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It took eighteen years, But now we're here. Fresh and alive, With no fear. What is wrong, Is coming clear, And great change, Is drawing near

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC

Nothing to Fear, but Fear it's Self.

It took eighteen years, But now we're here. Fresh and alive, With no fear. What is wrong, Is coming clear, And great change, Is drawing near

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I can't seem, to help myself. Not when it's time to sleep. Worthless thoughts, Laid on the shelf, As I'm slowly counting sheep. The gun comes down, I swing my fist, His Bullet fires, **** it missed.

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Dec 5, 2014

Dec 5, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC

Nightmares

I can't seem, to help myself. Not when it's time to sleep. Worthless thoughts, Laid on the shelf, As I'm slowly counting sheep. The gun comes down, I swing my fist, His Bullet fires, **** it missed.

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As the cold creeps in, Underneath your skin, As all your ground, Turns upside down, Left and right, gone with the night, And all you fear, Is drawing near.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC

Reality

As the cold creeps in, Underneath your skin, As all your ground, Turns upside down, Left and right, gone with the night, And all you fear, Is drawing near.

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That I'm severely damaged and I want you to help, Without coming across like I need you.

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC

How would you go about saying

That I'm severely damaged and I want you to help, Without coming across like I need you.

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More pretty little problems, How exciting. Isn't it bittersweet, How it's so inviting? Again and again, You'll never escape, Just go get your fix. You'll be in good shape.

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC

Retox

More pretty little problems, How exciting. Isn't it bittersweet, How it's so inviting? Again and again, You'll never escape, Just go get your fix. You'll be in good shape.

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Today I told your story, In all of it's glory, And great awe, the listener, did find. We had started talking, And then we began walking, So I asked her then if she would mind. If I told her a story, That was a little gory, But nonetheless a story, of mine. She said go ahead, That's fine. Try me now, unwind. So that's when I told her, Of when I wasn't older, Of when I met a girl oh so blue. Yeah she was bad one, A sweet little mad one, Yeah that girl, was you. I told her of the play, On the very first day, That kiss in the dark, The quick sneaking away, Everything down to the looking away, When I watched you go, On the very last day. When we said goodbye, To all of the lies, When we carried on, Our own separate lives.

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC

Your Story

Today I told your story, In all of it's glory, And great awe, the listener, did find. We had started talking, And then we began walking, So I asked her then if she would mind. If I told her a story, That was a little gory, But nonetheless a story, of mine. She said go ahead, That's fine. Try me now, unwind. So that's when I told her, Of when I wasn't older, Of when I met a girl oh so blue. Yeah she was bad one, A sweet little mad one, Yeah that girl, was you. I told her of the play, On the very first day, That kiss in the dark, The quick sneaking away, Everything down to the looking away, When I watched you go, On the very last day. When we said goodbye, To all of the lies, When we carried on, Our own separate lives.

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Each time it gets better, Only to get worse, Each time I write a letter, It's like I seal a curse But I'm still here. Somehow I'm still breathing. But somewhere on the way. My heart stopped beating. Now I don't know what it is, I feel in my chest, But if you can't handle my worst, Why should you get my best? You put a silence to my vibrance, A stop in my groove, Squeezed out all the color, And dimmed my mood. I wanted a little help. Something to get by, It's kinda hard to do, When you can't get high High enough to contain, All the rage and the pain, It's never seemed to matter, But I'll try and explain I want a little warmth, Something not cold, Maybe something real, True, strong, and bold. You could show me a world, That I have never seen, A seldom experience, Far and inbetween Take me to a place, Where I'm not all wrong. Where I can just sit, And sing you my song Free of any judgement, Away from prying ears. I'll tell you all my secrets, And each of my fears. And you can wipe away, All these old tears, Scrape off the rust, From these past years, You're always so close, But yet so far. I always wanna tell you, When we're in the car. But I never do, I just keep moving. I wish you the best, whatever your doing. It's not your fault, That you touched my heart. You had no idea, What three words could start.

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC

Laying in the Rain at Midnight

Each time it gets better, Only to get worse, Each time I write a letter, It's like I seal a curse But I'm still here. Somehow I'm still breathing. But somewhere on the way. My heart stopped beating. Now I don't know what it is, I feel in my chest, But if you can't handle my worst, Why should you get my best? You put a silence to my vibrance, A stop in my groove, Squeezed out all the color, And dimmed my mood. I wanted a little help. Something to get by, It's kinda hard to do, When you can't get high High enough to contain, All the rage and the pain, It's never seemed to matter, But I'll try and explain I want a little warmth, Something not cold, Maybe something real, True, strong, and bold. You could show me a world, That I have never seen, A seldom experience, Far and inbetween Take me to a place, Where I'm not all wrong. Where I can just sit, And sing you my song Free of any judgement, Away from prying ears. I'll tell you all my secrets, And each of my fears. And you can wipe away, All these old tears, Scrape off the rust, From these past years, You're always so close, But yet so far. I always wanna tell you, When we're in the car. But I never do, I just keep moving. I wish you the best, whatever your doing. It's not your fault, That you touched my heart. You had no idea, What three words could start.

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I'm feeling kinda hollow, It's a little hard to swallow. Still Im in the lead, So everybody follows. Hate it all you want though, There's no time to wallow. tell me what you need, You just found that **** Waldo. I don't even buy blow. I just ****** snort it, Gatta cop it from the ***** That always seem to hoard it. know they can't afford it. I Wonder how they scored it. Then I took four hits, Got drunk and stole a forklift. I don't give a horse **** I just want some more **** Got weird for a few days, Brain fried till my eyes glazed Smoked a little more haze, Screamed **** the pigs , Got tazed strapped on my rollerblades, And streaked out, the VMA's I don't give a **** Like a ******* Atheist don't believe in luck, Call me the ******* catalyst.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC

Catalyst

I'm feeling kinda hollow, It's a little hard to swallow. Still Im in the lead, So everybody follows. Hate it all you want though, There's no time to wallow. tell me what you need, You just found that **** Waldo. I don't even buy blow. I just ****** snort it, Gatta cop it from the ***** That always seem to hoard it. know they can't afford it. I Wonder how they scored it. Then I took four hits, Got drunk and stole a forklift. I don't give a horse **** I just want some more **** Got weird for a few days, Brain fried till my eyes glazed Smoked a little more haze, Screamed **** the pigs , Got tazed strapped on my rollerblades, And streaked out, the VMA's I don't give a **** Like a ******* Atheist don't believe in luck, Call me the ******* catalyst.

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