lostncold - Hello Poetry

I’ve been stuck at the cross roads of pedestrian language for 15 years now drowning in not only my adolecense but also myself for my lungs are filled with water, self loathing and self hate but my heart is filled with a love for everyone everyone which i cannot understand understanding is something which seems to be so uncommon because if he has a heart and she has a heart and they have a heart are they not the same with differences of emotion of features, of hight and pigment but are they not the same? Are we not alike? We are each other without the ability to see we are connected my mind to yours i see through not only your eyes but your soul and if i have a heart and you have a heart then what exactly are these class differences which set the two of us from them, what are these variations which set the two of us, from one another?… procrastination. i push forth a time towards a further date and you remain to believe that both still exist.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC

But, if...

I’ve been stuck at the cross roads of pedestrian language for 15 years now drowning in not only my adolecense but also myself for my lungs are filled with water, self loathing and self hate but my heart is filled with a love for everyone everyone which i cannot understand understanding is something which seems to be so uncommon because if he has a heart and she has a heart and they have a heart are they not the same with differences of emotion of features, of hight and pigment but are they not the same? Are we not alike? We are each other without the ability to see we are connected my mind to yours i see through not only your eyes but your soul and if i have a heart and you have a heart then what exactly are these class differences which set the two of us from them, what are these variations which set the two of us, from one another?… procrastination. i push forth a time towards a further date and you remain to believe that both still exist.

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Today is the day But so was yesterday... Wake up late Put on pants Drag myself down the stairs and onto the portch Today is the day Light my cigarette Inhale the good Exhale the bad Today is the ******* day Get out of my car Meet you on the sidewalk I have to talk to you You have to talk to me You say you have good news I say that I have something to say to you Today is the day I've been waiting 11 months and 17- Together You said To geth er Him And you you and him To think To think I was going to finally say I love you. Today was the day Today was the day.

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Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC

not much of a poem

Today is the day But so was yesterday... Wake up late Put on pants Drag myself down the stairs and onto the portch Today is the day Light my cigarette Inhale the good Exhale the bad Today is the ******* day Get out of my car Meet you on the sidewalk I have to talk to you You have to talk to me You say you have good news I say that I have something to say to you Today is the day I've been waiting 11 months and 17- Together You said To geth er Him And you you and him To think To think I was going to finally say I love you. Today was the day Today was the day.

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Ok so fine I have a few bad habits Being a optimist though I tend to look at them as souvigneirs Drug addictions are simply memerobilia My love for you is a item that hold no true meaning Yet I hoard it like a broken mother Whos son died at war and 17 years 4 months and 30 days later Still sleeps with his blanket And favorite teddy bear as a child As a disguise I hide what most people Would consider misdominers (Don't let your eyes fool you every last one of them is treasure) Well, I hide them Under my bed In the back of my closet My heart You know, all those dark, dusty, empty n overdue for a cleaning Type places.. Because I've got knick knacks and trinkets (You were supposed to read that in the little mirmaids voice) Point is they all have no uses And absolutely no meaning... I think.. Unless love means something... And that song I wrote for you back in march, which you have never heard is actually still playing out of a stereo on the counter top of the kitchen in the apartment I built for you to live in In my heart Abandoned Now full of mistakes I've been trying to hide.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC

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Ok so fine I have a few bad habits Being a optimist though I tend to look at them as souvigneirs Drug addictions are simply memerobilia My love for you is a item that hold no true meaning Yet I hoard it like a broken mother Whos son died at war and 17 years 4 months and 30 days later Still sleeps with his blanket And favorite teddy bear as a child As a disguise I hide what most people Would consider misdominers (Don't let your eyes fool you every last one of them is treasure) Well, I hide them Under my bed In the back of my closet My heart You know, all those dark, dusty, empty n overdue for a cleaning Type places.. Because I've got knick knacks and trinkets (You were supposed to read that in the little mirmaids voice) Point is they all have no uses And absolutely no meaning... I think.. Unless love means something... And that song I wrote for you back in march, which you have never heard is actually still playing out of a stereo on the counter top of the kitchen in the apartment I built for you to live in In my heart Abandoned Now full of mistakes I've been trying to hide.

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