ryan-z-ricciardi - Hello Poetry

I stood in a room full of strangers Staring at pictures standing like stoic reminders... Reminders of a life cut short by tragic end I stood in a room full of liars. I kept to myself while others shared stories My mind was somewhere else while everyone spoke Forced conversations, the things you're supposed to say I kept to myself while others hid their true colors I walked out before it was over because it was just too much You didn't have to die feeling so alone, or being all alone No one acknowledges that you took your own life, even if by accident I walked out before it was over because it wasn't about you I buried a friend of a decade because drugs became your comfort You died because you needed something that anyone in that room could've offered It pains me to know that not one of us was aware of how desperate you were I buried a friend of a decade because we were too selfish to see that you needed us.

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC

I'm tired of burying my friends

I stood in a room full of strangers Staring at pictures standing like stoic reminders... Reminders of a life cut short by tragic end I stood in a room full of liars. I kept to myself while others shared stories My mind was somewhere else while everyone spoke Forced conversations, the things you're supposed to say I kept to myself while others hid their true colors I walked out before it was over because it was just too much You didn't have to die feeling so alone, or being all alone No one acknowledges that you took your own life, even if by accident I walked out before it was over because it wasn't about you I buried a friend of a decade because drugs became your comfort You died because you needed something that anyone in that room could've offered It pains me to know that not one of us was aware of how desperate you were I buried a friend of a decade because we were too selfish to see that you needed us.

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To all who read this composition: I shall share my disposition, With these last words I waste my breath To dignify my dance with death I've found the reason that we live Now life has nothing more to give If shared, the world would see my plight You must live on to fight the fight The reason I shall leave today Has a name, I dare not say Her voice is soft, her eyes are deep My memory of her, in death, I'll keep I die today, so much more than satisfied I find myself with nothing left to hide So here you'll find my epitaph A personal requiem, on my own behalf I need her, but you could not understand My love, and fate, go hand in hand Visions of grandeur all put aside... She will be the method of my suicide

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC

A Suicide Letter

To all who read this composition: I shall share my disposition, With these last words I waste my breath To dignify my dance with death I've found the reason that we live Now life has nothing more to give If shared, the world would see my plight You must live on to fight the fight The reason I shall leave today Has a name, I dare not say Her voice is soft, her eyes are deep My memory of her, in death, I'll keep I die today, so much more than satisfied I find myself with nothing left to hide So here you'll find my epitaph A personal requiem, on my own behalf I need her, but you could not understand My love, and fate, go hand in hand Visions of grandeur all put aside... She will be the method of my suicide

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I see the calm sky growing dim And sense your presence near this place I can feel you breathing somewhere within If I could only see your face From bitter walls and heartless bars I make my plea to God and saints It's not my heart that left the scars But my corrupted mind that taints

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC

Caged

I see the calm sky growing dim And sense your presence near this place I can feel you breathing somewhere within If I could only see your face From bitter walls and heartless bars I make my plea to God and saints It's not my heart that left the scars But my corrupted mind that taints

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I made you a promise, You knew I could keep Only to realize, Your trust ran too deep I made you a promise, You thought I'd stand by You thought you could trust me, But you weren't sure why I made you a promise; You hoped It was true But when the time came You saw it fall through I made you a promise, You laughed in my face You walked away cursing As I pleaded my case You made me a promise That made me cry So now I'm alone Because you can't trust a lie

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC

Trust in This

I made you a promise, You knew I could keep Only to realize, Your trust ran too deep I made you a promise, You thought I'd stand by You thought you could trust me, But you weren't sure why I made you a promise; You hoped It was true But when the time came You saw it fall through I made you a promise, You laughed in my face You walked away cursing As I pleaded my case You made me a promise That made me cry So now I'm alone Because you can't trust a lie

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It's a strange pair of eyes That sees sunshine in rain It's a strange way to feel Finding pleasure in pain It's a strange thing to know How to find comfort in fears It's strange way to be Tasting honey in tears It's calming to find The peace in the storm And when everything's freezing I'm always warm.

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC

Warm

It's a strange pair of eyes That sees sunshine in rain It's a strange way to feel Finding pleasure in pain It's a strange thing to know How to find comfort in fears It's strange way to be Tasting honey in tears It's calming to find The peace in the storm And when everything's freezing I'm always warm.

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Like an apparition shimmering in the sun possibility and promise oiled your gun. With stars in your eyes for better days, you marched with pride against a worlds malaise. Strong minded and willing, with a mission in mind I packed my bags, and joined up with my kind With hope in my heart, and a difference to make I stepped off that boat, for our freedom's sake Proud and courageous you forged on ahead sewing the worlds wounds with bullets and thread. A brief moment of silence, a cease in the fight enemies sharing the same moonlit night. We trained for these moments, in body and heart. I knew with what luxuries I'd have to part. They fed us ideals, and their political ends, I didn't do it for them, I marched on... for my friends. With questions and morals guiding your boots, you followed commands hating their roots. Your comrades in arms, your last link to right toasted the empty star spangled night. We waited in silence, full of fears we deny. Laid prone in the sand, a night sight to my eye. The ironic view at the end of a gun... A foreign land lost in the mind of a son

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC

Same heart different minds

Like an apparition shimmering in the sun possibility and promise oiled your gun. With stars in your eyes for better days, you marched with pride against a worlds malaise. Strong minded and willing, with a mission in mind I packed my bags, and joined up with my kind With hope in my heart, and a difference to make I stepped off that boat, for our freedom's sake Proud and courageous you forged on ahead sewing the worlds wounds with bullets and thread. A brief moment of silence, a cease in the fight enemies sharing the same moonlit night. We trained for these moments, in body and heart. I knew with what luxuries I'd have to part. They fed us ideals, and their political ends, I didn't do it for them, I marched on... for my friends. With questions and morals guiding your boots, you followed commands hating their roots. Your comrades in arms, your last link to right toasted the empty star spangled night. We waited in silence, full of fears we deny. Laid prone in the sand, a night sight to my eye. The ironic view at the end of a gun... A foreign land lost in the mind of a son

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Derived from the remnants of sacrificed thought fragmented reminders of lessons taught **** the device used to rose tint our sins and shatter mirrors that sustain fake grins. With self painted visions, we are pacified Convinced... Horrors inflicted have been indemnified. Tied to past convictions we cannot shed commitments that exist solely in our head. Painstaking attempts to make justified the pain that we've caused that cannot be denied. Who are the victims of decisions we've made? If given the chance... Our suffering for theirs, could we bear to trade? Whispered snickers hint at retribution offer redemption but no solution. Mistakes which drizzled in unspectacular drops collected in pools and drowned cultivated crops. Prisms of pain inflicted by selfish choices Cut deeper... When we ignored the pleas in our victim's voices. Pointed fingers say all that needs to be said our peers may believe us better off dead. But the harder we try to fix our mistakes the more ground we lose, that we cannot retake. With guns to our heads, and a knife in our back No weapons... Us against the world, and we're under attack. Weight of responsibility burdens our souls sapping our strength and confusing our goals. Stripped of our artillery, naked and exposed inside we're screaming but appear composed. The enemy looms larger with each of our errors Weakened by defeat... Realization strikes, We are the true terrors

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC

Our Court with Consequence

Derived from the remnants of sacrificed thought fragmented reminders of lessons taught **** the device used to rose tint our sins and shatter mirrors that sustain fake grins. With self painted visions, we are pacified Convinced... Horrors inflicted have been indemnified. Tied to past convictions we cannot shed commitments that exist solely in our head. Painstaking attempts to make justified the pain that we've caused that cannot be denied. Who are the victims of decisions we've made? If given the chance... Our suffering for theirs, could we bear to trade? Whispered snickers hint at retribution offer redemption but no solution. Mistakes which drizzled in unspectacular drops collected in pools and drowned cultivated crops. Prisms of pain inflicted by selfish choices Cut deeper... When we ignored the pleas in our victim's voices. Pointed fingers say all that needs to be said our peers may believe us better off dead. But the harder we try to fix our mistakes the more ground we lose, that we cannot retake. With guns to our heads, and a knife in our back No weapons... Us against the world, and we're under attack. Weight of responsibility burdens our souls sapping our strength and confusing our goals. Stripped of our artillery, naked and exposed inside we're screaming but appear composed. The enemy looms larger with each of our errors Weakened by defeat... Realization strikes, We are the true terrors

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They will take all of the credit If we ever win this war But they don't share in the suffering That rests on the shoulders of the poor We elected them to lead us Because we believed in their ideals But the machine that we've subscribed to Needs blood to grease the wheels There's a conflict of interests here No matter what they say Our politicians made the purchase It's not their children that will pay They try so hard to justify it They said there was no other way This isn't a game to win or lose Because young men die when rich men play

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC

From a Veteran: To a Voter

They will take all of the credit If we ever win this war But they don't share in the suffering That rests on the shoulders of the poor We elected them to lead us Because we believed in their ideals But the machine that we've subscribed to Needs blood to grease the wheels There's a conflict of interests here No matter what they say Our politicians made the purchase It's not their children that will pay They try so hard to justify it They said there was no other way This isn't a game to win or lose Because young men die when rich men play

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