scott-shaffer - Hello Poetry

I'm cold, she told me I said that's okay, I'm warm That's how it began We never pictured the end Due to us being young and dumb We believed we would live and be together forever Such foolish things to believe Nothing is forever Not even forever Forever fades And becomes less and less familiar A passing face A face which turned everyone bitter

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC

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I'm cold, she told me I said that's okay, I'm warm That's how it began We never pictured the end Due to us being young and dumb We believed we would live and be together forever Such foolish things to believe Nothing is forever Not even forever Forever fades And becomes less and less familiar A passing face A face which turned everyone bitter

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I don't know what to write. I start to write what seems to be something great, But, in the end, doesn't seem right. The late nights I spend, Trying to figure out what words to write down, My brain forsakes my pen. I now find myself distracted by an odd sound. My brain is here and there, It can't concentrate, For it wants to go everywhere. Maybe it's because it's late? That has to be why I am unable to concentrate, It must be. I should sleep. Goodnight.

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC

Writer's Block

I don't know what to write. I start to write what seems to be something great, But, in the end, doesn't seem right. The late nights I spend, Trying to figure out what words to write down, My brain forsakes my pen. I now find myself distracted by an odd sound. My brain is here and there, It can't concentrate, For it wants to go everywhere. Maybe it's because it's late? That has to be why I am unable to concentrate, It must be. I should sleep. Goodnight.

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Life is ****** Everything is ****** **** this life. I'm only here for her, even if all I ever do is cause her strife. **** all of it, I'm tired of this **** Does she even need me? Should I leave her be? After all, I'm sure she's sick of me I want her to be free. Not chained, And for me to be the one to blame. I don't know, Whether I should stay or go, It's all too confusing, This constant feeling of losing.

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC

Lost

Life is ****** Everything is ****** **** this life. I'm only here for her, even if all I ever do is cause her strife. **** all of it, I'm tired of this **** Does she even need me? Should I leave her be? After all, I'm sure she's sick of me I want her to be free. Not chained, And for me to be the one to blame. I don't know, Whether I should stay or go, It's all too confusing, This constant feeling of losing.

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Tuck me in, Into a place where I feel safer in than now. Tuck me in, Into a place where, in front of me, people will bow. Tuck me in, Into a place where your apologies mean something, Tuck me in, Into a place where it will take me away from everything. Tuck me in, Into a place where my happiness will last

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Jul 1, 2015

Jul 1, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC

Tuck Me In

Tuck me in, Into a place where I feel safer in than now. Tuck me in, Into a place where, in front of me, people will bow. Tuck me in, Into a place where your apologies mean something, Tuck me in, Into a place where it will take me away from everything. Tuck me in, Into a place where my happiness will last

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Ah! Hello to you! How do you do? Been far too long! Seeing you makes me so joyful, I feel like breaking out into song. A joyful muse you have been to me, You always did bring me much glee. It was tragic when we parted ways, Even when I asked you to stay. When you left it brought me much pain. At least you are here again! Here with me! Here to bring me glee!

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC

Old Friend

Ah! Hello to you! How do you do? Been far too long! Seeing you makes me so joyful, I feel like breaking out into song. A joyful muse you have been to me, You always did bring me much glee. It was tragic when we parted ways, Even when I asked you to stay. When you left it brought me much pain. At least you are here again! Here with me! Here to bring me glee!

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Your beauty astonishes me. You're the sweetest and prettiest thing I've ever seen. Astonished at your love and affection, I call you the personification of perfection. A being of dreams, Woven by them, but invisible are your seams. Because you're title of perfection. I can't sleep because of the beauty you show. That smile you flaunt and taunt, Haunts me when I can dream. Set my soul free, my fair queen.

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Jan 10, 2015

Jan 10, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC

Fair Queen

Your beauty astonishes me. You're the sweetest and prettiest thing I've ever seen. Astonished at your love and affection, I call you the personification of perfection. A being of dreams, Woven by them, but invisible are your seams. Because you're title of perfection. I can't sleep because of the beauty you show. That smile you flaunt and taunt, Haunts me when I can dream. Set my soul free, my fair queen.

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Unlike the rest, I am depressed. The reason why I am so sad, Is because I lost what I once had. But I should be glad, Because I lover her and she loved me even when I was sad

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Jan 16, 2014

Jan 16, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC

What I Had

Unlike the rest, I am depressed. The reason why I am so sad, Is because I lost what I once had. But I should be glad, Because I lover her and she loved me even when I was sad

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Seeing red, Feeling so blue. My heart rate spikes then falls. I wish I could understand how you feel, But you never tell me. I look for all the signs that you give, But never catching any. Why can't I understand. I'll drive straight off the edge before I ever understand you. I'm taking my life by not living it at all, And I do so by trying to figure you out. My darling, Why most you tease me, You pull the leash and make me follow along, But I never can.

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Dec 20, 2013

Dec 20, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC

Trying

Seeing red, Feeling so blue. My heart rate spikes then falls. I wish I could understand how you feel, But you never tell me. I look for all the signs that you give, But never catching any. Why can't I understand. I'll drive straight off the edge before I ever understand you. I'm taking my life by not living it at all, And I do so by trying to figure you out. My darling, Why most you tease me, You pull the leash and make me follow along, But I never can.

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A child pale with fright, And a slowly fading light, A room bleak and swarmed with black. A mother who's care for her child slowly starts to lack. The demons start to show. As the parents fight starts to go, The child whispers, "No more, please' But only to see the father stabbed the mother with the now crimson keys. Witness to it all, The child tries his hardest not to bawl, But he does so in vain, He watches his mother beaten with fist and blame, The child sees the wounds bleed. To his father, he tries to plead, The child's eye, now impaled He now has a "trophy" to show how he had failed. Now he sees nothing right, But sees all that is left. Seeing the scars that show on his mom, Scars that are mental, don't show on the boy now so calm.

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Dec 17, 2013

Dec 17, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC

Abuse.

A child pale with fright, And a slowly fading light, A room bleak and swarmed with black. A mother who's care for her child slowly starts to lack. The demons start to show. As the parents fight starts to go, The child whispers, "No more, please' But only to see the father stabbed the mother with the now crimson keys. Witness to it all, The child tries his hardest not to bawl, But he does so in vain, He watches his mother beaten with fist and blame, The child sees the wounds bleed. To his father, he tries to plead, The child's eye, now impaled He now has a "trophy" to show how he had failed. Now he sees nothing right, But sees all that is left. Seeing the scars that show on his mom, Scars that are mental, don't show on the boy now so calm.

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I loved her. I loved. Loved. Love. Such a fickle word, the word "love". One moment it is the most beautiful thing we hear then at the next it is heart crushing. And that crushing feeling sends us rushing. Rushing to the bed to cry. Maybe even making us hope to die. But I digress. And slowly start to feel less.

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Dec 15, 2013

Dec 15, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC

Loved

I loved her. I loved. Loved. Love. Such a fickle word, the word "love". One moment it is the most beautiful thing we hear then at the next it is heart crushing. And that crushing feeling sends us rushing. Rushing to the bed to cry. Maybe even making us hope to die. But I digress. And slowly start to feel less.

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