randy-ray-price - Hello Poetry

The clock was wrong so we leapt ahead, and now I’m left as good as dead. The days without you drag on like lead. Then nightfall comes with darkness and dread. I know we can’t make it work, but we have too. I know I can’t go on without you. I search to fill the void in my heart But the only key is the one who tore it apart Forever is a long time, it’s scary to hear. It’s even scarier to live for forever in fear. We ran before walking despite advice from our peers you tripped on your feet and we fell like our tears. So for now we take two separate trains To seek out answers to our internal pains Although our tracks must split this way What keeps me going is knowing we’ll meet again...some day.

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC

randy-ray-price

Someday

The clock was wrong so we leapt ahead, and now I’m left as good as dead. The days without you drag on like lead. Then nightfall comes with darkness and dread. I know we can’t make it work, but we have too. I know I can’t go on without you. I search to fill the void in my heart But the only key is the one who tore it apart Forever is a long time, it’s scary to hear. It’s even scarier to live for forever in fear. We ran before walking despite advice from our peers you tripped on your feet and we fell like our tears. So for now we take two separate trains To seek out answers to our internal pains Although our tracks must split this way What keeps me going is knowing we’ll meet again...some day.

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Roses are red. Violets are, violet . But blue is what they said And I just don’t know why yet. Roses are red. Violets are still violet. And don’t ever forget That I love your, eye lid. Roses are still red. Oops I guess violets ARE blue ;) (Insert something cheesy) Cuz baby I LOVE you!

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC

randy-ray-price

Domesticated Violets

Roses are red. Violets are, violet . But blue is what they said And I just don’t know why yet. Roses are red. Violets are still violet. And don’t ever forget That I love your, eye lid. Roses are still red. Oops I guess violets ARE blue ;) (Insert something cheesy) Cuz baby I LOVE you!

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Afraid of my writings As I look back. Betrayed by my words Like an overweight book bag. I'm so shook that I took that To heart. Torn apart. Can't restart. Can't make The same mistakes. So I make new ones. I lock away the pain. I talk away to stay sane But deep inside my brain The curse of my poems remain.

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May 27, 2018

May 27, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

The Curse Of Poems' Past

Afraid of my writings As I look back. Betrayed by my words Like an overweight book bag. I'm so shook that I took that To heart. Torn apart. Can't restart. Can't make The same mistakes. So I make new ones. I lock away the pain. I talk away to stay sane But deep inside my brain The curse of my poems remain.

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I miss your face I miss your charm The way you held me in your arms I miss your smile I miss your smell I miss the way you put me through hell I miss the anxiety The way you said bye to me I miss the ******* way you lie to me I only wanna talk to you But I have nothing to say to you I learned to love all of you Before I realized I hated you

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

I Miss

I miss your face I miss your charm The way you held me in your arms I miss your smile I miss your smell I miss the way you put me through hell I miss the anxiety The way you said bye to me I miss the ******* way you lie to me I only wanna talk to you But I have nothing to say to you I learned to love all of you Before I realized I hated you

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You are my morning, and my knight. In darkness, you’re my light. When I’m low you raise me When I’m too wild you cage me. Confusing indeed You set me so free Yet own all of my heart I hope our love can be Until death do us part.

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

A Life of Love

You are my morning, and my knight. In darkness, you’re my light. When I’m low you raise me When I’m too wild you cage me. Confusing indeed You set me so free Yet own all of my heart I hope our love can be Until death do us part.

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The anchor weighs down the boat like a weary and uncertain heart. Aching and rusted, these chains increasingly weak as each roaring wave strains it more and more. The wooden sides of the boat are at maximum capacity, the mast already torn from the storm’s massive winds. Tears of god flood the deck as the storm grows nearer. From inside the cabin sits a wise man upon an uncomfortable rusted chair. He no longer looks outside for signs of damage to the boat, as the boat is all he has left and he cannot handle worrying about it any longer. The cabin floor sways out to the open sea from the undertow, almost as if a magnet is pulling it away from the safety of the shore. In just a few hours, the strongest force of the storm will be here. In anticipation, the man simply sits and waits in the vessel, fully prepared to go down with it, still clinging on to a clouded hope that his home will withstand its toughest test. The man asks himself just one thing as he waits … “Will my heavy heart stay grounded through the toughest of times, or will the winds pull me drifting into the lonely sea? Time will tell. ”

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

Weighting Out the Storm

The anchor weighs down the boat like a weary and uncertain heart. Aching and rusted, these chains increasingly weak as each roaring wave strains it more and more. The wooden sides of the boat are at maximum capacity, the mast already torn from the storm’s massive winds. Tears of god flood the deck as the storm grows nearer. From inside the cabin sits a wise man upon an uncomfortable rusted chair. He no longer looks outside for signs of damage to the boat, as the boat is all he has left and he cannot handle worrying about it any longer. The cabin floor sways out to the open sea from the undertow, almost as if a magnet is pulling it away from the safety of the shore. In just a few hours, the strongest force of the storm will be here. In anticipation, the man simply sits and waits in the vessel, fully prepared to go down with it, still clinging on to a clouded hope that his home will withstand its toughest test. The man asks himself just one thing as he waits … “Will my heavy heart stay grounded through the toughest of times, or will the winds pull me drifting into the lonely sea? Time will tell. ”

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To see the only flower in a barren yard To hear the lonely cower of the broken and scarred To wish to lift the spirits of others To live life as friends and brothers. The keys to happiness whilst lying deep inside begin from the heart shielded by your pride. The beauty in your soul as life takes its nasty toll Will only shine divine once you love humans as a whole.

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

The Keys to Happiness

To see the only flower in a barren yard To hear the lonely cower of the broken and scarred To wish to lift the spirits of others To live life as friends and brothers. The keys to happiness whilst lying deep inside begin from the heart shielded by your pride. The beauty in your soul as life takes its nasty toll Will only shine divine once you love humans as a whole.

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Straight forward word **** Blunt broken and scorn All dopamine no thought Thrills and pills Forget the skills Just saying what they want. No chill no build A populace guild Only say it if its hot.

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

A guide to success

Straight forward word **** Blunt broken and scorn All dopamine no thought Thrills and pills Forget the skills Just saying what they want. No chill no build A populace guild Only say it if its hot.

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The old Vermont sun shone low in the western sky, wringing itself dry of the last drops of heat for the year, my back reaching for all the warmth it can catch. I tip my head up from its downward shell I created with the brim of my red white and blue hat in an effort to escape my face from the wind. My eyes focus towards the wind whipped trees up ahead; their branches look exhausted as they cling onto the last of the elder leaves. As I widen my vision to a towering landscape, I fail to hold back my surprise at the sight of snow-capped mountains. Like an evil kingdom atop a large hill, the upcoming winter lurks in the dull grey fog; striking fear in the world beneath it. The snow is the ominous army marching away from the empire; slowly yet surely. Without warning, a great gust catches the brim of my hat, throwing it backwards into oblivion. Winter is nearing me. Cold dark days lie ahead once again.

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Oct 30, 2016

Oct 30, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC

randy-ray-price

A late October Sunset

The old Vermont sun shone low in the western sky, wringing itself dry of the last drops of heat for the year, my back reaching for all the warmth it can catch. I tip my head up from its downward shell I created with the brim of my red white and blue hat in an effort to escape my face from the wind. My eyes focus towards the wind whipped trees up ahead; their branches look exhausted as they cling onto the last of the elder leaves. As I widen my vision to a towering landscape, I fail to hold back my surprise at the sight of snow-capped mountains. Like an evil kingdom atop a large hill, the upcoming winter lurks in the dull grey fog; striking fear in the world beneath it. The snow is the ominous army marching away from the empire; slowly yet surely. Without warning, a great gust catches the brim of my hat, throwing it backwards into oblivion. Winter is nearing me. Cold dark days lie ahead once again.

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Though the tale takes time to tell Though this type’s typing tends to tease The tricky trouble taken to this task’s To tell this tale totally through T’s.

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Sep 11, 2016

Sep 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC

randy-ray-price

T Time

Though the tale takes time to tell Though this type’s typing tends to tease The tricky trouble taken to this task’s To tell this tale totally through T’s.

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