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shelby-young-3
shelby-young-3
Just some poems, new and old.
leaking, pooling, dripping fast be it tears or water in this carafe? bottled up and wound so tight looking for darkness when only there is light all signs point to left but you veer right this house is not your home tonight ghosts, and spirits, visions of past let go and leave them for once and for last
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
confusion
on still water this pool of "passion" it's clear to see below no ripples here ne'er there were and they'll surely never flow but calm and serene may not make a dream the choppy waves are what she craves o captain, my captain sail on this one is not your swan song
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
calm before the storm
'tis with sorrow and regret the sun within our ship did set a mistaken word a withered gaze all but blurred us to a haze for the memories that once were pure are tainted now to be no more when i reminisce and imagine your face all feelings left are of disgrace
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
M
i am a poison trust and true some may birth me some will brew whence past your lips i flow your inhibitions are let go you know me bad you know my crimes yet even so you'll waste your time savor every sip you take for i am your downfall, i am your fate
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
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OUR WORLD Angels whisper, spirits scream, When all nightmares turn to a dream. People pray, children play, What has our world come to today? "Why did daddy not return?" Children ask as mothers squirm. "The bomb took him away," they must say, "That is what our world has come to today." Katrina ruined many lives, Parents lost kids, husbands lost wives. As New Orleans became hell on Earth, Houses were swallowed under the surf. Everything is not okay, Look at what our world has come to today. Gas prices keep climbing higher and higher, People claim the governments a liar, For making all the prices soar. Therefore the people roar, "Why should we have to pay?" Because this is what our world has come to today. Third world countries beg for food, If only we all understood. With out stomachs full and pockets empty, We should share - for we have plenty. Now listen to what they have to say, "Why is this what our world has come to today?"
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
My One And Only Published Poem (from 8th grade)
if my words were written down 
and thrown into the wind 
i wonder if you’d hear them 
and learn of how i sinned 

if my words were written down
 and tossed into the waves 
i wonder if you’d find them 
in the sea, their shallow grave

 if my words were written down
 and left there on the floor 
i wonder if you’d pick them up
 and try to learn some more 

if my words were written down 
and shouted from a hill 
i wonder if you’d listen
 a hope i wish you would fulfill

 if i spoke my words to you 
would you take notice or just leave
 i wonder if you’d even care
 or just abandon me
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
my words
thoughts come crashing out of sound
 my fingertips just jotting down 
the words and all the feelings too
 with depths as vast as the ocean blue 
the lyrics flee my mouth and mind
 as quickly as this watch tells time
 each second ticks to match my pen 
etching this paper from end to end
 we’re emptying the flowing cup
 of tears and smiles, it’s not enough 
to cleanse me of those dying days
 of barking dogs and kids at play 
forever shadows in my brain
 they’re never to be real again 
but nothing will change for me 
for i will never be set free 
until words fall from outer space 
into this soundproof plastic case
 where they can scream but won’t be heard
 for nothing is quite more absurd
 than silences that shriek aloud
 and chatter mouths who can’t be found
 only fools attempt to understand
 and that is why we walk this land
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
fluid; to the tune of 'across the universe'
whispered thoughts flow through my brain
 while ice cold blood flows through my veins 
my mind is dark and my heart made of stone 
i’m left to obsess in this house all alone 
my glass is breaking, i’m fading fast 
consumed with my many ghosts of the past 
it is clear this world is not mine for the taking 
as i realize dreams are not meant for the waking
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 4:34 AM UTC
SLEEP IS FOR THE SLEEPING
forever means never, to believe is to lie, to trust is to lust and to try is to die. so hope for forever and keep on believing, trust in yourself and your goals keep achieving. but, forever will happen and lies may be told, lust is inevitable and you die when you’re old.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 4:33 AM UTC
the truth
F. orever is **
U.** nclear right now but I **
C.** an’t just **
K.** eep waiting.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
@#!%