starrynocturne - Hello Poetry

We’re leagues and seas apart You’d have to dive til you ran out of breath to find me. I’m so far down. We could drive past the places we grew up Never stopping til we're out of the familiar This station is tuning out during our favorite song We might be wasted, but our time is sober

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC

On The Road.

We’re leagues and seas apart You’d have to dive til you ran out of breath to find me. I’m so far down. We could drive past the places we grew up Never stopping til we're out of the familiar This station is tuning out during our favorite song We might be wasted, but our time is sober

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Built up from the ashes of the fragments of who I used to be I danced with the wild flames of lust that swallowed me without remorse I felt no pain, only the heat of a strange love My affection is evolving into apathy, dissolving I'm numb from weeks of cold English rain He was lost and I was scared The bittersweet truth is that I still long to be held again as steady as that guitar Worn with emotional battle scars From the debris of that late summer spark I stand tall, but not without tired feet I surrender to a cheap bottle of wine, filled with sweet woe Chia-like, I shall grow and grow.

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC

From A Detached Perspective.

Built up from the ashes of the fragments of who I used to be I danced with the wild flames of lust that swallowed me without remorse I felt no pain, only the heat of a strange love My affection is evolving into apathy, dissolving I'm numb from weeks of cold English rain He was lost and I was scared The bittersweet truth is that I still long to be held again as steady as that guitar Worn with emotional battle scars From the debris of that late summer spark I stand tall, but not without tired feet I surrender to a cheap bottle of wine, filled with sweet woe Chia-like, I shall grow and grow.

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I've spent my nights falling in love with fiction Imagining I could travel through space and time I want a companion who won't turn away Even the tarot cards know I'm cursed to have no hand to hold

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Feb 7, 2014

Feb 7, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC

Falling In Fiction.

I've spent my nights falling in love with fiction Imagining I could travel through space and time I want a companion who won't turn away Even the tarot cards know I'm cursed to have no hand to hold

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I'm drinking the memories of you away On the floor, as worn and tired as this guitar Even more out of tune Unable to sing anything but the saddest songs I'm done with writing words no one will read Singing songs no one will hear I'm tired of thinking about someone who doesn't think of me Dreaming of someone who forgot me long ago Tunes stripped from a soul that died when the first leaf fell A heart that can't break is no good to anyone What if it has been broken beyond repair?

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC

Beyond Repair.

I'm drinking the memories of you away On the floor, as worn and tired as this guitar Even more out of tune Unable to sing anything but the saddest songs I'm done with writing words no one will read Singing songs no one will hear I'm tired of thinking about someone who doesn't think of me Dreaming of someone who forgot me long ago Tunes stripped from a soul that died when the first leaf fell A heart that can't break is no good to anyone What if it has been broken beyond repair?

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I was once fueled by the idea of love You took all I had to give I am now a fragment of who I used to be A broken seashell in the sand The empty passenger's seat on your journey home.

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Jan 15, 2014

Jan 15, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC

What Was Left

I was once fueled by the idea of love You took all I had to give I am now a fragment of who I used to be A broken seashell in the sand The empty passenger's seat on your journey home.

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The siren, I can't resist you I've run miles with tattered shoes Calloused feet I've forgotten the color of your eyes Regardless, your song has never left me You lull me back into a sad oblivion All I have to do is follow your blood stained shards of glass Left from the carefully constructed house that was once your heart

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Nov 22, 2013

Nov 22, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC

Siren.

The siren, I can't resist you I've run miles with tattered shoes Calloused feet I've forgotten the color of your eyes Regardless, your song has never left me You lull me back into a sad oblivion All I have to do is follow your blood stained shards of glass Left from the carefully constructed house that was once your heart

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My life is in irreparable pieces I am down and defeated Walking lost Unable to feel a thing without you

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC

Pieced.

My life is in irreparable pieces I am down and defeated Walking lost Unable to feel a thing without you

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Ten years ago I knew an elusive man He used to call me Rhiannon I knew the song but I never knew why He said I'll figure it out when I'm older Nearly a dozen years between us Thousands of miles I remember he lived in the California sunshine I imagined he would start each morning greeting the sun His only company a dark coffee and lit cigarette Ten years later, I vaguely remember a man He called me Rhiannon I would hum the song for years, sometimes I forgot why I would sing and sing but I'm still in the dark now that I'm older

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC

Rhiannon.

Ten years ago I knew an elusive man He used to call me Rhiannon I knew the song but I never knew why He said I'll figure it out when I'm older Nearly a dozen years between us Thousands of miles I remember he lived in the California sunshine I imagined he would start each morning greeting the sun His only company a dark coffee and lit cigarette Ten years later, I vaguely remember a man He called me Rhiannon I would hum the song for years, sometimes I forgot why I would sing and sing but I'm still in the dark now that I'm older

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He crooned soft and slow Bringing the harsh truth to light The ghosts of my past They haunt me like the rest of them I've never begged them to leave Your sublime words were a worn blanket They kept me warm for passing weeks Before fading just like your smile Mine is becoming more jaded every morning.

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC

Sublime Words.

He crooned soft and slow Bringing the harsh truth to light The ghosts of my past They haunt me like the rest of them I've never begged them to leave Your sublime words were a worn blanket They kept me warm for passing weeks Before fading just like your smile Mine is becoming more jaded every morning.

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The first day of a brand new start I trudged with heavy feet to a baptism I wouldn't mind keeping my sins I'd rather dispose of heartache and heal the cuts so deep I remember being pure with conscience in tact Days before the holy water would burn to the bone I need a blindfold to find my faith Blurred and too faded for my soul to see

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Oct 29, 2013

Oct 29, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC

First Day (Baptism)

The first day of a brand new start I trudged with heavy feet to a baptism I wouldn't mind keeping my sins I'd rather dispose of heartache and heal the cuts so deep I remember being pure with conscience in tact Days before the holy water would burn to the bone I need a blindfold to find my faith Blurred and too faded for my soul to see

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