pwtal - Hello Poetry

Paused. Waiting for my turn to call the shots to push play Time for the laughter lost. Time for the joy I can't recall. Timid actions that only kept me from smiles and friends Trying to add up the times I wanted to be there when you where hurting but couldn't Adding the times you needed me but didn't bother to check and see how you were doing Longing for that moment when I see your face again as if it had been a lifetime But counting up the times I said "I LOVE YOU!!!" should be limitless. Time.

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC

pwtal

Time

Paused. Waiting for my turn to call the shots to push play Time for the laughter lost. Time for the joy I can't recall. Timid actions that only kept me from smiles and friends Trying to add up the times I wanted to be there when you where hurting but couldn't Adding the times you needed me but didn't bother to check and see how you were doing Longing for that moment when I see your face again as if it had been a lifetime But counting up the times I said "I LOVE YOU!!!" should be limitless. Time.

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special people do special things to help the world into a better place, but when the mind is cloudy with doubt being special is like a dog burring a secret bone in the depths of the ground Gravity pulls you down but is it more effective than pain (for I do not know happiness as it usually is striped from me)? Deprived of my childhood, its hard to stop what you don't know especially when you have no control over it. Lost Thoughts.

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC

pwtal

Lost Thoughts

special people do special things to help the world into a better place, but when the mind is cloudy with doubt being special is like a dog burring a secret bone in the depths of the ground Gravity pulls you down but is it more effective than pain (for I do not know happiness as it usually is striped from me)? Deprived of my childhood, its hard to stop what you don't know especially when you have no control over it. Lost Thoughts.

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What did they find? Years of brokenness and lies that don't even know the whole truth if it were handed back to my closet. How did they find it? Through desperate attempts to force the unknown that was hidden into the seemingly unbearable known that was proven to be true. Who benefits from being in my closet? The Unknown. Someone has been in my closet.

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC

pwtal

Someone has been in my closet

What did they find? Years of brokenness and lies that don't even know the whole truth if it were handed back to my closet. How did they find it? Through desperate attempts to force the unknown that was hidden into the seemingly unbearable known that was proven to be true. Who benefits from being in my closet? The Unknown. Someone has been in my closet.

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Laughter, sweet laughter risen up without contempt, not the purpose of being forced through gnashed teeth; laughter so sweet

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC

pwtal

Laughter

Laughter, sweet laughter risen up without contempt, not the purpose of being forced through gnashed teeth; laughter so sweet

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No rank. No class. No substantial evidence to convict that spirit of ****** when the hands aren't even ****** No reason to feel grief but sadness is the only real way to coop. Rage confines the being of confidence, suffocates it lime a Boa, then devours the prey (being) Where there is no confidence fear can control what the being has tried to cover up in an undeniable rush to keep what is secret hushed. No Title.

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC

pwtal

No Title

No rank. No class. No substantial evidence to convict that spirit of ****** when the hands aren't even ****** No reason to feel grief but sadness is the only real way to coop. Rage confines the being of confidence, suffocates it lime a Boa, then devours the prey (being) Where there is no confidence fear can control what the being has tried to cover up in an undeniable rush to keep what is secret hushed. No Title.

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People. Mirrors. They have one thing in common. They lie! Mirrors paint abstract designs through your eyes fooling the smartest person you could ever know. ~Yourself~ But we still use them to dress up our self to make beautiful for the upper class people. People on the other hand use us as *** toys in a king sized bed where males are dominant. Through the pain of my daddy's tragic lose in the storm (inside pain and lose) his love is still here. Daddy's Sorrow.

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC

pwtal

Daddy's Sorrow

People. Mirrors. They have one thing in common. They lie! Mirrors paint abstract designs through your eyes fooling the smartest person you could ever know. ~Yourself~ But we still use them to dress up our self to make beautiful for the upper class people. People on the other hand use us as *** toys in a king sized bed where males are dominant. Through the pain of my daddy's tragic lose in the storm (inside pain and lose) his love is still here. Daddy's Sorrow.

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I will wait for that day That day my pen will no longer write my wrongs I will be set free from the bonds of my mind that day The rage and sorrow inside will finally dissolve And for that day I pray

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pwtal

Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC

thisguy31

That Day

I will wait for that day That day my pen will no longer write my wrongs I will be set free from the bonds of my mind that day The rage and sorrow inside will finally dissolve And for that day I pray

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Red and Blue lights flashed against a bruised face ***** hands try to hide against torn clothing A guilty mind, thought process, and soul equals the sudden outcome of rage towards himself. Though the justice system might try to help the scared mind, but how? I use to think after a person's mind was gone it was gone forever, but I guess that's only in rare cases. Natural.

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC

pwtal

Natural

Red and Blue lights flashed against a bruised face ***** hands try to hide against torn clothing A guilty mind, thought process, and soul equals the sudden outcome of rage towards himself. Though the justice system might try to help the scared mind, but how? I use to think after a person's mind was gone it was gone forever, but I guess that's only in rare cases. Natural.

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I love too deeply. Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small. Even if you push me way, Tell me you hate me, Ignore me. There's always going to be that fraction of a chance that one day maybe you'll come back to me. And we can go back to how we used to be. Back to that place where I was happy. So here I'll wait, Counting the days until I'm whole agin.

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pwtal

Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC

dotdotdot

Wishing, Waiting

I love too deeply. Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small. Even if you push me way, Tell me you hate me, Ignore me. There's always going to be that fraction of a chance that one day maybe you'll come back to me. And we can go back to how we used to be. Back to that place where I was happy. So here I'll wait, Counting the days until I'm whole agin.

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Dear Teddybear, You are my closest friend that a person like me could have. Your smile inspires me to stop the tears from falling and smile with you. You can hold all my darkest secrets, even the lightest ones too, because we both know you'll never tell a soul. You keep me sane in an unsecure state of mind when I feel low enough to want to leave you. I hold you close hoping that you'll be holding me closer until our journey together ends Love Hopefully Your Closest Friend Teddybear.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC

pwtal

Teddybear

Dear Teddybear, You are my closest friend that a person like me could have. Your smile inspires me to stop the tears from falling and smile with you. You can hold all my darkest secrets, even the lightest ones too, because we both know you'll never tell a soul. You keep me sane in an unsecure state of mind when I feel low enough to want to leave you. I hold you close hoping that you'll be holding me closer until our journey together ends Love Hopefully Your Closest Friend Teddybear.

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