mrbateman - Hello Poetry

I just felt too deeply.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC

I wake up in the morning To a man smoking a cigarette You can tell he's thinking About something that is probably relatable Beyond belief And he's there when I go to sleep With the same cigarette

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC

Kurt Cobain Watches Me Sleep

I wake up in the morning To a man smoking a cigarette You can tell he's thinking About something that is probably relatable Beyond belief And he's there when I go to sleep With the same cigarette

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We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window It helps us sleep at night We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window It helps us not to fight We hold it in the best we can And then let our stress melt away We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window We do it every day Our life has been enveloped by the smoke that we breathe out But I don’t really mind one bit Living with a little doubt

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC

weeds

We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window It helps us sleep at night We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window It helps us not to fight We hold it in the best we can And then let our stress melt away We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window We do it every day Our life has been enveloped by the smoke that we breathe out But I don’t really mind one bit Living with a little doubt

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It doesn't matter how much you wish You just can't and that will never change And the universe will move on Whether you accept it Or not

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC

You Can't Change The Past

It doesn't matter how much you wish You just can't and that will never change And the universe will move on Whether you accept it Or not

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What do I do When I can’t decide And there is no one left to decide for me What I should eat for dinner

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC

growing UP

What do I do When I can’t decide And there is no one left to decide for me What I should eat for dinner

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To write is to feel And to feel is to be doomed

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC

The Truth Is

To write is to feel And to feel is to be doomed

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You really can’t make a mistake without people finding out That you struggled and that you hurt their friends That you lied and how do they know you won’t lie again And how you didn’t consider anyone else’s feeling in the confusion of it all They know everything about you except for the remorse you feel How could you regret anything when you didn't stop Or how you just couldn't stand the weight on your shoulders That crushed any hope of coming out of this alive People will always know you as the one who made someone else’s life a living hell But they will not once consider The hell of being you And living with the pieces

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC

The Hell of Being Me

You really can’t make a mistake without people finding out That you struggled and that you hurt their friends That you lied and how do they know you won’t lie again And how you didn’t consider anyone else’s feeling in the confusion of it all They know everything about you except for the remorse you feel How could you regret anything when you didn't stop Or how you just couldn't stand the weight on your shoulders That crushed any hope of coming out of this alive People will always know you as the one who made someone else’s life a living hell But they will not once consider The hell of being you And living with the pieces

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I wish I had the imagination of Kurt Vonnegut So that I could travel through time on my own And so I could accept death And so I could accept that not one thing can be changed at all

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC

So it goes

I wish I had the imagination of Kurt Vonnegut So that I could travel through time on my own And so I could accept death And so I could accept that not one thing can be changed at all

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There are six posters on one wall And nothing on the other three There are four blankets on the bed Two pillows but not one sheet About fifty books on the shelf Only half of them read Plastic bottles in a plastic bag I can’t bear to throw them away All the movies are shoved in the corner Along with the motivation I used to have I keep the records next to my bed Because I like to sleep near the things I love And whenever I’m tired of the clothes I wear I can just shut the closet door

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

My bedroom is probably an accurate representation of my life right now

There are six posters on one wall And nothing on the other three There are four blankets on the bed Two pillows but not one sheet About fifty books on the shelf Only half of them read Plastic bottles in a plastic bag I can’t bear to throw them away All the movies are shoved in the corner Along with the motivation I used to have I keep the records next to my bed Because I like to sleep near the things I love And whenever I’m tired of the clothes I wear I can just shut the closet door

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Short haired girls are always better They love more deeply and write more letters They aren’t held back by terrible weather Short haired girls are always better If you saw her on the street Your heart would skip a couple beats And you would see it is no feat For short haired girls to compete Short haired girls are always better They love more deeply and write more letters And if you look into her eyes You’ll see the sadness she tries to hide

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC

short-haired girls

Short haired girls are always better They love more deeply and write more letters They aren’t held back by terrible weather Short haired girls are always better If you saw her on the street Your heart would skip a couple beats And you would see it is no feat For short haired girls to compete Short haired girls are always better They love more deeply and write more letters And if you look into her eyes You’ll see the sadness she tries to hide

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