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stevie-staunen
American I'm just an unaccomplished musician with no better outlet than this right now. I quit writing and playing out years ago but recently my head started getting extra noisy and here I am. I hardly consider myself a poet or even a writer since I spend little to no time with edits. I'm simply a coward who finds comfort in writing out the feelings I can't express in real life.
Oh, the years Time piling on top of time Minutes collecting seconds, seconds flying by Where I have been becomes where I am and who I've become still wonders why Easy things make for boring days My memory goes on like a horrible play Time is always ticking and it's your days that are for the taking and we all paint beautiful sets for the afterlife
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Ten til a scattered thought
Save for the yellow ring framing his pupils he has the bluest eyes Wrinkles that date back to 15 but at 27 they've never been so defined The smile he gives, he gives it away like it is nothing He smiles at everyone even though he knows his smile is busted Twice lost and held together with a metal post one discolored tooth is proof that he can fight and win if hurt by someone too close He sees monsters in mirrors and makes mountains out of his fear He was barely even 12 when he first asked "why am I here?" He knows everything is in his head but the noise is loud and always there He's scared to get too close to anything and worries it comes off like he doesn't care They say he is handsome, intelligent and kind but he has no idea why They're looking at me but never make it past my eyes Most people only see sunflowers in a blue sky
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
sunflowers in a blue sky
I hate to be a burden but I don't know who else to turn to There's no one who can heal my mind like you do I honestly don’t know what you seen but I’m not sure if he was ever me I want to be bold, confident and courageous instead I’m a coward with a pen that can’t change **** She used to be great at calming me down just enough Now? She loves to see me beat myself up Do you remember that kid? And his blacked out eyes from blacked out nights instead of working out my problems, I was getting into fights no one can defeat me like I can no one’s ever beat me like I am and now I feel like that kid all over again I know what you're thinking and yes I’m sure she loved me once now? sure maybe just not as much there’s little reminders all over this place that she has a special touch yeah, she’s always had a brilliant way of owning her mistakes "I'm sorry but YOU made me this way”
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Blacked out eyes. Blacked out nights.
She says “youre a mess” but I clean up nice don’t worry she says and I guess complicated always was her type If I opened my mouth right now I’d erupt with things to say I’d change your mind and mine too if only teeth and tongue weren't in my way funny how a piece of paper can get it out of me ain’t it? about as funny as I feel when I think about you reading this the knots in my stomach are strong enough to hold me to this feeling This is where I'm living An almost decade old dream I've designed in my head A confused young man and a blind young woman No one has ever seen what you did No ones made me feel flawed yet so perfect My eyes are barely open and my mind barely working and youve stolen both of them
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
Teeth, meet tongue.
it's been 8 years and I could tell you less about where I've been since than I could about where we were then I've never watched the night expire like we did that time laying together in my pieced together bed, I felt such peace in my mind the drunks, the drugs, the smell of cigarettes and the evidence of them all left on the rug burnt, stained and smelling of the easy girls' shame but that's got nothing to do with us everythings so alive but we're in the backroom yes, I am faded but never so focused on you and I hate it I'd explain it but I hate to sound weak **** it, I am weak and I wish you were mine to keep but soon youll be someone else's misses and I'll never be your mister So, who do I tell now? I refuse to keep bringing you down I suppose I'll keep choking this poor pen for comfort at this rate it'll run dry quicker than I did quicker than my eyes could I guess this is my ****** up way of saying enjoy your beautiful life i'll see you when I whisper "goodnight", every night on my way to being your guy
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
You, me and us
it was the very first time I had ever seen you it wasn’t me you came to see but still, I already knew the way you smiled and how you never stopped such an infectious face so perfectly framed, natural beauty that couldn’t be topped those sounds you make when you laugh, your one perfect flaw always made me laugh back you were so different from me and with you I started seeing things so differently too I hope you know it was never my hands tearing us apart and that I always wanted you I’d give up those friends and trade those memories... there’s really nothing I wouldn’t do to hear those stories, to see you study me, to have a chance to be more than just your friend I confess I’d give up my future to be back in that room alone again
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
We talked until the sun grew bored
You got to me before the sun could this morning Eyes crusted over like frost on my window I can't see a thing but I am searching words anyway And I've got them. My useless words are a dime a dozen Easy to find just hard to save If you can they add up to nothing anyways I can flatter you but that's going nowhere I could make you cry but then I’d cry too So here I am, not far from where ive always been Back to waiting on a time that will never be perfect again
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Waiting on past to overlap future
I've given time its chance to drug me To take advantage and to touch me Bring to light the cold and unseen But alas all I am is all I can be A sucker getting blown away A familiar stranger so comfortably strange I am more than most see still less than I should be Theres a fine line I've crossed once or twice Some things I'm not too proud of but the heartbreak was all mine I was so full of **** and feeling so empty I passed on the trial, I just plead guilty I've sentenced myself and am doing the time Life and I'm seriving it inside of my own mind
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Doing the time
It’s just me and my mindless indulgence we throw one hell of a party for two my apologies ahead of time for calling the toxins always brought me to you after all this is the mess you loved to lay with this is the boy you always wanted to be with I haven’t seen him in some years now every since my troubles caught up and threw him out from time to time he still comes around shows up buzzed and happy, gets drunk and eventually falls down the way she cared well it really scared me that girl she made me feel everything when she spoke to or touched me most will spend their whole lives looking for what we had instantly but now the time has gone and left us nothing nothing more than a home in these pages a story to never be told but one for the ages a girl with a thief of a smile a boy made victim by it the kind of attraction you don’t encounter in real life you know the type it makes an artist paint, a musician sing and a writer write the type of love that inspires beauty and it was all mine even though you never were this memory is all mine
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Burning Alcohol