p-dub - Hello Poetry

A part of me will always wonder And fulfill the dreams we always had In the reality which took the route desired And not the route which was planned A part of me will always wonder If your words still ring true to-day Or if the ringing in my ears I hear Is just your voice, fading reluctantly away A part of me will always wonder Why you chose now to reveal your soul If it is my happiness you seek and long for I'm afraid it's lost, ice cold.

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC

The Great Thaw

A part of me will always wonder And fulfill the dreams we always had In the reality which took the route desired And not the route which was planned A part of me will always wonder If your words still ring true to-day Or if the ringing in my ears I hear Is just your voice, fading reluctantly away A part of me will always wonder Why you chose now to reveal your soul If it is my happiness you seek and long for I'm afraid it's lost, ice cold.

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there is still love after your death that trickles from my tears and the sound my string quartet makes from the symphony where my heart once lay. there is still life after your loss though the flowers aren't quite as vivid and the way the sun beams peak from the clouds no longer chokes up a sense of joy, but sorrow. there is still chaos from the clarity, that was you-- no matter the love no matter the life and no matter the heartbeat, it's not you. no joy will suffice like the melted time and melted lives we once knew. and-- if there is still love after your death, why must the sun run from the moon?

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC

bom dia

there is still love after your death that trickles from my tears and the sound my string quartet makes from the symphony where my heart once lay. there is still life after your loss though the flowers aren't quite as vivid and the way the sun beams peak from the clouds no longer chokes up a sense of joy, but sorrow. there is still chaos from the clarity, that was you-- no matter the love no matter the life and no matter the heartbeat, it's not you. no joy will suffice like the melted time and melted lives we once knew. and-- if there is still love after your death, why must the sun run from the moon?

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To you, my true, my sweet-- Your love once kept me safe In the misery I keep. Your touch, like fireflies, On a warm Winter's night, Now hangs in the hollows Of the dreams I hold inside. The sun may beam and glow Day by Day But without you by my side, I only see the looming clouds; Gray. Gray. Gray.

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Jul 1, 2017

Jul 1, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC

A Very Warm Winter

To you, my true, my sweet-- Your love once kept me safe In the misery I keep. Your touch, like fireflies, On a warm Winter's night, Now hangs in the hollows Of the dreams I hold inside. The sun may beam and glow Day by Day But without you by my side, I only see the looming clouds; Gray. Gray. Gray.

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I can still remember the way my name rolls off your lips like a sweet songbird in the morning. I can still hear the way you call for me across the house, repeating, just once. I can still feel the cool cool breeze that engulfed your bedroom, while we slept close, but apart. I can remember leaving, in a rush, as to not miss my plans I made, without you. . . . I can't remember your smell, on all the clothes I used to have, and on my body after we made love all day. I can't remember what you last said to me as I left down the empty, shaded stairwell. I can't remember the last kiss we shared--it wasn't special, but it was the last. I can't remember when I lost you, both seeing the same world, apart. If I could, I would probably try to forget anyway.

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC

Love Songs Meant for You

I can still remember the way my name rolls off your lips like a sweet songbird in the morning. I can still hear the way you call for me across the house, repeating, just once. I can still feel the cool cool breeze that engulfed your bedroom, while we slept close, but apart. I can remember leaving, in a rush, as to not miss my plans I made, without you. . . . I can't remember your smell, on all the clothes I used to have, and on my body after we made love all day. I can't remember what you last said to me as I left down the empty, shaded stairwell. I can't remember the last kiss we shared--it wasn't special, but it was the last. I can't remember when I lost you, both seeing the same world, apart. If I could, I would probably try to forget anyway.

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the leaves are rustling outside of my bedroom window, kissed half with sweet sunlight, and half with death. the branches, broad, and bows dancing, twinkle the leaves; entrancing. the roots are deep, steadfast, and true. unlike the man I thought I knew.

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC

**

the leaves are rustling outside of my bedroom window, kissed half with sweet sunlight, and half with death. the branches, broad, and bows dancing, twinkle the leaves; entrancing. the roots are deep, steadfast, and true. unlike the man I thought I knew.

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I can never tell you what you mean to me. For you to see the truth in my words, in my position, will be a stretch. I know you view the world with jaded rosy glasses. But you like them. They still fit. They're comfortable. I get it. Perhaps that is the chasm that I couldn't see from the beginning. Because I forgot my glasses. I saw everything. And now everything is upside down, spinning. Has it always been this way? I panicked. I'm paranoid. I've been hurt, deeply, too many times. I was a doormat for so long I became one, to my core. And that's when I knew. Break it off now, there's no way it'll be reciprocated-it never is. I thought you would be the one to prove me wrong, but I fooled myself. Because you fooled me. The ******* hormones in my brain were having such a good time getting to know each other that they forgot where the hell they put the keys and where they were going and what year it is. How? Why? When? My soul sings for you. It cries for you. But you will never know this. I tried to walk confidently on the frozen lake, but you were quick to remind me that our weight together will make us fall in. Apart, a small distance, we can be together. But only sometimes for a short while. Do you know I love you? I am, truly, in love with you. But hey, I don't know how 'serious' you'll take me. I'm just a silly blonde girl. Like the blonde you dated for a month before me that felt the same way. We're all the same to you. Our love? It's something dreams are made of. Ethereal is the only word in this world that comes close. All I know, is that I'm done. I'm done in the way that scares me inside. Because I'm not alone now. My shadow friend is back. I haven't seen him in two ******* years. Can't say I've missed him, but he's back here now. The ball isn't even in your court. I think we both lost the ball, or maybe, just maybe, the ball left us.

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May 22, 2017

May 22, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC

B.

I can never tell you what you mean to me. For you to see the truth in my words, in my position, will be a stretch. I know you view the world with jaded rosy glasses. But you like them. They still fit. They're comfortable. I get it. Perhaps that is the chasm that I couldn't see from the beginning. Because I forgot my glasses. I saw everything. And now everything is upside down, spinning. Has it always been this way? I panicked. I'm paranoid. I've been hurt, deeply, too many times. I was a doormat for so long I became one, to my core. And that's when I knew. Break it off now, there's no way it'll be reciprocated-it never is. I thought you would be the one to prove me wrong, but I fooled myself. Because you fooled me. The ******* hormones in my brain were having such a good time getting to know each other that they forgot where the hell they put the keys and where they were going and what year it is. How? Why? When? My soul sings for you. It cries for you. But you will never know this. I tried to walk confidently on the frozen lake, but you were quick to remind me that our weight together will make us fall in. Apart, a small distance, we can be together. But only sometimes for a short while. Do you know I love you? I am, truly, in love with you. But hey, I don't know how 'serious' you'll take me. I'm just a silly blonde girl. Like the blonde you dated for a month before me that felt the same way. We're all the same to you. Our love? It's something dreams are made of. Ethereal is the only word in this world that comes close. All I know, is that I'm done. I'm done in the way that scares me inside. Because I'm not alone now. My shadow friend is back. I haven't seen him in two ******* years. Can't say I've missed him, but he's back here now. The ball isn't even in your court. I think we both lost the ball, or maybe, just maybe, the ball left us.

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The shadow person is back. With the shadow hat and cloak and blanket that makes you oh so comfortable. Forever inviting, to a place you swore you wouldn't return. I'm still here existing. Blowing the dust off the happy mask to wear. So the shadow person can have me. Who know's when the sun will rise in my eyes again, Maybe a week, or two. I think the shadow person knows, but he keeps secrets for quite some time.

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May 22, 2017

May 22, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC

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The shadow person is back. With the shadow hat and cloak and blanket that makes you oh so comfortable. Forever inviting, to a place you swore you wouldn't return. I'm still here existing. Blowing the dust off the happy mask to wear. So the shadow person can have me. Who know's when the sun will rise in my eyes again, Maybe a week, or two. I think the shadow person knows, but he keeps secrets for quite some time.

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To this day I know not why I don't take my own advice. It's as if I thrive on the turmoil and rainy day parade I create. There is no cure for hopeless optimism in Love; Only the realization that some things are meant to be eternal In a different way. In a dreamland. So instead of being the one to be heartbroken, I have chosen to be the one who tears down another's world. I shatter the dreams I long for. I am the one that gets the final say. It's a different kind of high-to finally become the pedestal from which I knew I should have been on the entire time. I can't say the view from where I stand in my mind is clear, or better. I can't win in the game of Love. But in the game of War, I am cruel at heart. Cruel in a way that is honest, in fact, not cruel at all. I wonder some days if the passive voice inside my head is actually my sense of worth, escaping the quicksand that it's been under for far, far, too long.

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May 22, 2017

May 22, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC

Gumption-

To this day I know not why I don't take my own advice. It's as if I thrive on the turmoil and rainy day parade I create. There is no cure for hopeless optimism in Love; Only the realization that some things are meant to be eternal In a different way. In a dreamland. So instead of being the one to be heartbroken, I have chosen to be the one who tears down another's world. I shatter the dreams I long for. I am the one that gets the final say. It's a different kind of high-to finally become the pedestal from which I knew I should have been on the entire time. I can't say the view from where I stand in my mind is clear, or better. I can't win in the game of Love. But in the game of War, I am cruel at heart. Cruel in a way that is honest, in fact, not cruel at all. I wonder some days if the passive voice inside my head is actually my sense of worth, escaping the quicksand that it's been under for far, far, too long.

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The only thing burning in this August heat is my mind rewinding our time; repeat The only thing burning in this August heat is my mind rewinding our time; cease

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC

Repeat

The only thing burning in this August heat is my mind rewinding our time; repeat The only thing burning in this August heat is my mind rewinding our time; cease

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My Forever Limbo Love- I mislead you in believing That this heart you once ignited Would be mended in my leaving. My Forever Limbo Love- I'm trying to do as I said To love you beyond this world And again when we're both dead. My Forever Limbo Love- Do you know the anguish in me? Knowing my heart forever belongs To an angel faced demon? My Forever Limbo Love- Don't you worry about my being, For without you I would not be alive, But merely a shadow, dissipating. My Forever Limbo Love- You've found happiness again now, But knowing you're still there Means our infinity will always matter.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC

My Forever Limbo Love

My Forever Limbo Love- I mislead you in believing That this heart you once ignited Would be mended in my leaving. My Forever Limbo Love- I'm trying to do as I said To love you beyond this world And again when we're both dead. My Forever Limbo Love- Do you know the anguish in me? Knowing my heart forever belongs To an angel faced demon? My Forever Limbo Love- Don't you worry about my being, For without you I would not be alive, But merely a shadow, dissipating. My Forever Limbo Love- You've found happiness again now, But knowing you're still there Means our infinity will always matter.

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