ryans-sky - Hello Poetry

It's like kissing the undead, his lips don't feel the same, his stare is cold and blank, and all sensations are telling you to run, but you never had the chance. You are his forever, or at least forever now, cause if you really wanted to, you could turn around, leave this place without a sound, but you don't want that, and I swear you never did, because of how you love the pain, oh how it's torturous. But I am not a lover only but the loved, learning how to kiss with these lips of withered skin.

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Nov 21, 2013

Nov 21, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC

Withered Skin

It's like kissing the undead, his lips don't feel the same, his stare is cold and blank, and all sensations are telling you to run, but you never had the chance. You are his forever, or at least forever now, cause if you really wanted to, you could turn around, leave this place without a sound, but you don't want that, and I swear you never did, because of how you love the pain, oh how it's torturous. But I am not a lover only but the loved, learning how to kiss with these lips of withered skin.

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So where did my friends go oh where have they gone? They're on a fence post and I'm all alone, So where did my friends go and where have they gone? They never left me, I left them all.

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Nov 18, 2013

Nov 18, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC

Fence Post

So where did my friends go oh where have they gone? They're on a fence post and I'm all alone, So where did my friends go and where have they gone? They never left me, I left them all.

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Before this shelter, had brought the cold. He called for war, and fought the world, He began to slip, and fall so short, He called for help, but was abhorred, These things happen when you seal your doors. Shut them out and block their voice, Hiding from the darkest hole, The reaches of your darkened soul.

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Nov 15, 2013

Nov 15, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC

The Cold.

Before this shelter, had brought the cold. He called for war, and fought the world, He began to slip, and fall so short, He called for help, but was abhorred, These things happen when you seal your doors. Shut them out and block their voice, Hiding from the darkest hole, The reaches of your darkened soul.

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I've got an ache in my heart, left over from this hate that was ours, we had a thing we called love, turns out pretending's no fun. I've found a place for my art, Just left of whats left of the shell of myself. A hole's what it's called, burying this, and you, and everyone else.

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Nov 15, 2013

Nov 15, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC

Burying Burdens

I've got an ache in my heart, left over from this hate that was ours, we had a thing we called love, turns out pretending's no fun. I've found a place for my art, Just left of whats left of the shell of myself. A hole's what it's called, burying this, and you, and everyone else.

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Chest to chest, Cheek to cheek, Inside of me, Your heart beats.

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC

Heart Beat

Chest to chest, Cheek to cheek, Inside of me, Your heart beats.

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It's dreary overhead, when it's clear that you love him. A thousand more emotions, you could conjure on a whim. So see a reason why I sing? To exhume the demons beneath my skin! I escape the haunting's of this dream through love and other things. To change maybe not the movie but possibly this scene. To escape all the things I make but couldn't keep, the keep which now I sit, high atop my peak, on a throne for ruined kings.

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Sep 23, 2013

Sep 23, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC

The Throne of Ruined Kings.

It's dreary overhead, when it's clear that you love him. A thousand more emotions, you could conjure on a whim. So see a reason why I sing? To exhume the demons beneath my skin! I escape the haunting's of this dream through love and other things. To change maybe not the movie but possibly this scene. To escape all the things I make but couldn't keep, the keep which now I sit, high atop my peak, on a throne for ruined kings.

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The rain calls for pained ones. With walls bathed in blame's blood. The halls shake with thunders hate. In the wake of past "mistakes."

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC

Thunder

The rain calls for pained ones. With walls bathed in blame's blood. The halls shake with thunders hate. In the wake of past "mistakes."

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I haven't thought of you in forever, and it hurts me, a pain through this heart of leather. I've heard that you are doing better, and it helps me, get through all this weather.

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Aug 20, 2013

Aug 20, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC

For Someone who Passed

I haven't thought of you in forever, and it hurts me, a pain through this heart of leather. I've heard that you are doing better, and it helps me, get through all this weather.

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I can't move passed the past with this heart of glass, A core of stone that's gone so fast, It erodes too quick, that I can not catch, All the things, that I wish could last.

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Aug 17, 2013

Aug 17, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC

Gone so Fast

I can't move passed the past with this heart of glass, A core of stone that's gone so fast, It erodes too quick, that I can not catch, All the things, that I wish could last.

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Holding your tongue is so hard, when you have so much to say, An ocean of thoughts but these thoughts are held under oceans of waves. A simple gesture to hold them at bay but it's not so simple as some others say. A thousand words, a world within a head, I can not spill, for fears and thoughts of imminent dread.

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC

Oceans of Thoughts in a World of a Head

Holding your tongue is so hard, when you have so much to say, An ocean of thoughts but these thoughts are held under oceans of waves. A simple gesture to hold them at bay but it's not so simple as some others say. A thousand words, a world within a head, I can not spill, for fears and thoughts of imminent dread.

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