stacey-lynn-landis - Hello Poetry

Don't let the title fool you, This isn't about some guy, Nor is it about "the" guy, It's not even about a guy. It's about a gal, No, not like "that" gal, Not even a pal gal. It's about me. A gal on a mission. A mission to be, the one and only best me!

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC

One and Only

Don't let the title fool you, This isn't about some guy, Nor is it about "the" guy, It's not even about a guy. It's about a gal, No, not like "that" gal, Not even a pal gal. It's about me. A gal on a mission. A mission to be, the one and only best me!

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I run to push you 3 swift steps forward Pushing you two steps back. I then try to hold you Try to gather your attention Only to overwhelm you. I am not intentionally Trying to hinder Our mutual future. I do however feel My subconscious sabatoges Any possibility of happiness.

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC

For Fear of Pain

I run to push you 3 swift steps forward Pushing you two steps back. I then try to hold you Try to gather your attention Only to overwhelm you. I am not intentionally Trying to hinder Our mutual future. I do however feel My subconscious sabatoges Any possibility of happiness.

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I am humbled When I visit this nook For the truth of the writers That belong in a book. Sharing a binding with the greats, As they write off and dismiss, I see their brighter future awaits. As I read their works I am inspired more, To write the good write, Let my words explore. I can only hope to one day be, A writer part of a greater "we."

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC

Commraderie

I am humbled When I visit this nook For the truth of the writers That belong in a book. Sharing a binding with the greats, As they write off and dismiss, I see their brighter future awaits. As I read their works I am inspired more, To write the good write, Let my words explore. I can only hope to one day be, A writer part of a greater "we."

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Still soft, Undefined, Awaiting the hands Of the creative soul. Red muddied joy, With potential But potential so easily lost. One wrong halfwitted artist Deciding to "have a go" And throws the disaster into the kiln. Fired. Done. No reversing. Unless... Some master painter picks up, Transforming the waste To water for the thirsty soul. Potential refigured. After all everyone deserves a second Chance.

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC

Clay

Still soft, Undefined, Awaiting the hands Of the creative soul. Red muddied joy, With potential But potential so easily lost. One wrong halfwitted artist Deciding to "have a go" And throws the disaster into the kiln. Fired. Done. No reversing. Unless... Some master painter picks up, Transforming the waste To water for the thirsty soul. Potential refigured. After all everyone deserves a second Chance.

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Dearest Best Friend, Thank you For standing by Through all the years. As I pushed you away, But then months later called To divulge my fears. You never judged me Or turned me away, And you always reminded me You were there to stay. Sometimes I didn't deserve you. Sometimes I acted like a **** But I feel you have reminded me Real love is worth the work. Now here I am thinking of you, More than I have of anyone else before. It makes me wonder after all these years, Were you the truth in true love's core?

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC

Handwritten Ramblings

Dearest Best Friend, Thank you For standing by Through all the years. As I pushed you away, But then months later called To divulge my fears. You never judged me Or turned me away, And you always reminded me You were there to stay. Sometimes I didn't deserve you. Sometimes I acted like a **** But I feel you have reminded me Real love is worth the work. Now here I am thinking of you, More than I have of anyone else before. It makes me wonder after all these years, Were you the truth in true love's core?

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You have failed me As I stared at the blank page, Wanting to create something of significance, But when just a response to something in my day, Then you have something truly beautiful to say. At the sunrise, God's gift to remind us Of the beauty in a new day. Or as the rain pours down Blurring my windshield, Reflecting my inner sadness As I feel as isolated as a lost penny, But at least I'm heads up, Lucky and looking at the sun. Wherever he is, hidden somewhere behind these clouds.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC

Poetic Thought

You have failed me As I stared at the blank page, Wanting to create something of significance, But when just a response to something in my day, Then you have something truly beautiful to say. At the sunrise, God's gift to remind us Of the beauty in a new day. Or as the rain pours down Blurring my windshield, Reflecting my inner sadness As I feel as isolated as a lost penny, But at least I'm heads up, Lucky and looking at the sun. Wherever he is, hidden somewhere behind these clouds.

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Subliminal messaging is what makes my head spin, The read between the lines conversations. Sometimes though, they are in foreign languages, Like guy speak, or flirt speak, Which apparently I don't speak. So despite my hair "like an Amazonian goddess" Or you dancing me around the kitchen You remain an inspiration. Because of course you like me As a friend, solely a friend. Actions and other words canceled, Because you're a flirt. It's fine because we couldn't work, We need to work together on too much, And afterall, you're younger and without futuristic vision. I need someone who can see The road ahead, What we can be, Someone who thinks like me.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC

Fake Fated Friend Forever

Subliminal messaging is what makes my head spin, The read between the lines conversations. Sometimes though, they are in foreign languages, Like guy speak, or flirt speak, Which apparently I don't speak. So despite my hair "like an Amazonian goddess" Or you dancing me around the kitchen You remain an inspiration. Because of course you like me As a friend, solely a friend. Actions and other words canceled, Because you're a flirt. It's fine because we couldn't work, We need to work together on too much, And afterall, you're younger and without futuristic vision. I need someone who can see The road ahead, What we can be, Someone who thinks like me.

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I slept in my car again, Not due to lack of housing, Rather due to lack of home. Before you start to rationalize, Hear me out. Home is where there is love, Where there is safety, A sense of belonging. I pay rent for a roof and four walls, But being there ***** away my life, So I'd rather sleep on the road. My spirit craves so much improvement, That I can not get laying in a warm bed, But from working until I crash. My poetry is suffering, But my suffering is poetry fueling My life as I write my future. I turn each page with excitement, Because this ending will be happily ever after. I know. I pay attention to foreshadowing.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC

4:24 pm thoughts amiss

I slept in my car again, Not due to lack of housing, Rather due to lack of home. Before you start to rationalize, Hear me out. Home is where there is love, Where there is safety, A sense of belonging. I pay rent for a roof and four walls, But being there ***** away my life, So I'd rather sleep on the road. My spirit craves so much improvement, That I can not get laying in a warm bed, But from working until I crash. My poetry is suffering, But my suffering is poetry fueling My life as I write my future. I turn each page with excitement, Because this ending will be happily ever after. I know. I pay attention to foreshadowing.

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I know I can't stand here still, freezing in mediocrity. The winds of what I could be chill my bones. I see the fires, their warmth of desire calls to me both equally ablaze. One chants "Diamond." One chants "Best Seller." I can be both, but one needs to come first. So how do I choose? It is like choosing to purchase either a chicken or a fertilized egg. However, which is the chicken and which is the egg?

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC

Fork in the Road

I know I can't stand here still, freezing in mediocrity. The winds of what I could be chill my bones. I see the fires, their warmth of desire calls to me both equally ablaze. One chants "Diamond." One chants "Best Seller." I can be both, but one needs to come first. So how do I choose? It is like choosing to purchase either a chicken or a fertilized egg. However, which is the chicken and which is the egg?

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Where did it begin? That moment when love became as overused as recycled paper. Sure...wonderful! Saving trees and hearts a like. It tasted, initially like peace on your tongue but the morning after like regret. Ironic, given the alcohol that numbs the pain is one in the same. Yet we get up and begin anew. Almost as if nothing ever occurred, however like any form of matter-- we are changed. You can't burn to ashes and rise the same, pieces are lost, pieces are gained. Only thing that remains is your name. Let it stand for more than this disaster I sometimes claim to abhor. Love is lovely, but it, like war takes casualties with no remorse.

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC

November 23, 1990

Where did it begin? That moment when love became as overused as recycled paper. Sure...wonderful! Saving trees and hearts a like. It tasted, initially like peace on your tongue but the morning after like regret. Ironic, given the alcohol that numbs the pain is one in the same. Yet we get up and begin anew. Almost as if nothing ever occurred, however like any form of matter-- we are changed. You can't burn to ashes and rise the same, pieces are lost, pieces are gained. Only thing that remains is your name. Let it stand for more than this disaster I sometimes claim to abhor. Love is lovely, but it, like war takes casualties with no remorse.

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