susanne - Hello Poetry

I'm going away to the place where need and want shake hands they go out for dinner get drunk off wine discuss life and its meaning need tells want he loves her want tells need she loves him too need leaves want they meet again in 5 years want has gained weight need has a receding hairline need tells want i miss you want tells need i miss you and then leaves need follows want for the rest of the story That's where I'm headed.

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 4:27 PM UTC

susanne

The Rest of the Story

I'm going away to the place where need and want shake hands they go out for dinner get drunk off wine discuss life and its meaning need tells want he loves her want tells need she loves him too need leaves want they meet again in 5 years want has gained weight need has a receding hairline need tells want i miss you want tells need i miss you and then leaves need follows want for the rest of the story That's where I'm headed.

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Next time I wont have this job You wont have that job Next time The distance Between “See you soon” and “welcome home” Wont extend from here to there Next time We will stick around Till last call And till the call after that Next time maybe just maybe It’ll be your call Your decision made Phone rings And maybe next time I will answer with something Other than just hello Perhaps next time The cloudiness of it Will clear up And we will see through To the horizon, even to space It’s possible that next time If there ever were to be a next time That next time We could have some time Well, maybe next time.

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Nov 22, 2011

Nov 22, 2011 at 1:29 AM UTC

susanne

Next Time

Next time I wont have this job You wont have that job Next time The distance Between “See you soon” and “welcome home” Wont extend from here to there Next time We will stick around Till last call And till the call after that Next time maybe just maybe It’ll be your call Your decision made Phone rings And maybe next time I will answer with something Other than just hello Perhaps next time The cloudiness of it Will clear up And we will see through To the horizon, even to space It’s possible that next time If there ever were to be a next time That next time We could have some time Well, maybe next time.

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How masochistic To love someone Who wont have you It will never be Not beacause we want different things Not because you wont have it or I wont have it It wont be Because it just wont be So do I sit and wait for something else? Or do I focus on other things Hoping that it’ll happen on its own? But then What if by focusing on other things, I inadvertedly deprive myself of having that one thing I’ve always wanted? This thing I want It cannot be If just by the fact That I want it Someone else has to want it too It’s a team effort And maybe, because of this Im better off doing things Alone. Maybe because of this There is an I in team There is a me But there is no we No us No them Just me Maybe we do choose Our own destiny Maybe We choose without intention Maybe our destiny Who and what will be We choose not by choosing what we want But by choosing our only option And maybe our only option is to settle Settle for the next best thing Well why's it so wrong to expect the best Save for being let down Maybe all I have is the expectation for the best Maybe the best can’t happen because I expect it Maybe what the team needs is to stop expecting to win And at the end of the game The team looks at the me, the we, the us, the them And realizes

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Nov 18, 2011

Nov 18, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC

susanne

Me, we, us, them

How masochistic To love someone Who wont have you It will never be Not beacause we want different things Not because you wont have it or I wont have it It wont be Because it just wont be So do I sit and wait for something else? Or do I focus on other things Hoping that it’ll happen on its own? But then What if by focusing on other things, I inadvertedly deprive myself of having that one thing I’ve always wanted? This thing I want It cannot be If just by the fact That I want it Someone else has to want it too It’s a team effort And maybe, because of this Im better off doing things Alone. Maybe because of this There is an I in team There is a me But there is no we No us No them Just me Maybe we do choose Our own destiny Maybe We choose without intention Maybe our destiny Who and what will be We choose not by choosing what we want But by choosing our only option And maybe our only option is to settle Settle for the next best thing Well why's it so wrong to expect the best Save for being let down Maybe all I have is the expectation for the best Maybe the best can’t happen because I expect it Maybe what the team needs is to stop expecting to win And at the end of the game The team looks at the me, the we, the us, the them And realizes

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What could have been Doesn’t fit into What was What could have been Has lips That kiss me on the forehead After a night out What could have been Writes pages and pages About what it felt like And ignites them With the flame from last night’s candle What could have been Downs that cup of tea Because there’s just not enough Time. What could have been Has roots deep in the ground. They’ve been there since birth And refuse to break loose What could have been Listens to a borrowed record Which skips now In the first few moments of the ****** What could have been Remembers It cannot be.

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Nov 10, 2011

Nov 10, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC

susanne

What cannot be.

What could have been Doesn’t fit into What was What could have been Has lips That kiss me on the forehead After a night out What could have been Writes pages and pages About what it felt like And ignites them With the flame from last night’s candle What could have been Downs that cup of tea Because there’s just not enough Time. What could have been Has roots deep in the ground. They’ve been there since birth And refuse to break loose What could have been Listens to a borrowed record Which skips now In the first few moments of the ****** What could have been Remembers It cannot be.

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I’ve had enough of today. Unfulfilled plans: quota filled. Smiles: check. Yawns: been there, done that. Through the motions as usual. I’ve had enough of today. Tomorrow, you can arrive in a timely manner. I give you permission. I’m ready. To do it again. Just like they say: Same **** different day.

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Oct 16, 2011

Oct 16, 2011 at 11:05 PM UTC

susanne

I've Had Enough.

I’ve had enough of today. Unfulfilled plans: quota filled. Smiles: check. Yawns: been there, done that. Through the motions as usual. I’ve had enough of today. Tomorrow, you can arrive in a timely manner. I give you permission. I’m ready. To do it again. Just like they say: Same **** different day.

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I often wonder What its like to Wake up Thinking about what’s next Loving that day That sun For shining on this face This face that will see All the things That that face will not I often wonder If who I am What I am Is because of who I was What I was Was I always what I am? I often wonder When I will stop this pattern Work. Sleep. Neglect. Guilt. Repeat. I can’t right now. I’m too busy working. Too busy to notice. That I just keep wondering. That the grass grew last night A little more than usual That you went to bed One minute earlier. That you parked on the street this time. I often wonder. What it means to be You.

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Oct 13, 2011

Oct 13, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC

susanne

Just Wondering...

I often wonder What its like to Wake up Thinking about what’s next Loving that day That sun For shining on this face This face that will see All the things That that face will not I often wonder If who I am What I am Is because of who I was What I was Was I always what I am? I often wonder When I will stop this pattern Work. Sleep. Neglect. Guilt. Repeat. I can’t right now. I’m too busy working. Too busy to notice. That I just keep wondering. That the grass grew last night A little more than usual That you went to bed One minute earlier. That you parked on the street this time. I often wonder. What it means to be You.

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Wouldn’t it be nice if You made a plan Plan to meet me Halfway between Lets hang out And lets make out Make out and make up Because we never really did Make up Wouldn’t it be nice if You could stay out Out of my mind You run and my thoughts chase you Thoughts are winning But you’ll come in a close second They’d put a red ribbon on your chest But you wont stop running long enough Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t always write about you Not like you write to me anyway But once in a while “Hihowareyoui’mfine.” Such dull words If you don’t like the taste If you don’t like the way you feel Spell it out Spit it out That would be nice.

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Sep 26, 2011

Sep 26, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC

susanne

It'd be nice.

Wouldn’t it be nice if You made a plan Plan to meet me Halfway between Lets hang out And lets make out Make out and make up Because we never really did Make up Wouldn’t it be nice if You could stay out Out of my mind You run and my thoughts chase you Thoughts are winning But you’ll come in a close second They’d put a red ribbon on your chest But you wont stop running long enough Wouldn’t it be nice if I didn’t always write about you Not like you write to me anyway But once in a while “Hihowareyoui’mfine.” Such dull words If you don’t like the taste If you don’t like the way you feel Spell it out Spit it out That would be nice.

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I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t learn anything Where it’s time to go practice Because practice makes perfect Not classroom memorization I’ve gotten to the point where love is not shared In the way that the epilogue to a drunk night can be And I can know the difference I’ve gotten to the point where a last year Means many other lasts But also many firsts And that difference keeps me running I’ve gotten to the point Where I can sit back and wonder Without the heart race and slight headache: “What’s the point?”

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Sep 22, 2011

Sep 22, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC

susanne

Pointed

I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t learn anything Where it’s time to go practice Because practice makes perfect Not classroom memorization I’ve gotten to the point where love is not shared In the way that the epilogue to a drunk night can be And I can know the difference I’ve gotten to the point where a last year Means many other lasts But also many firsts And that difference keeps me running I’ve gotten to the point Where I can sit back and wonder Without the heart race and slight headache: “What’s the point?”

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There’s one on my arm From that time You led me through the park “don’t peek,” you said I peeked. I’m still sorry There’s a bunch All over my hands Because someone held them When I was crossing the street I looked down And not only saw my feet But I saw one from the time yours fell on mine We were dancing Drunk with eachothers’ love And drunk by wine But mostly drunk because That’s the only way to be When among friends There’s one I wish wasn’t there From a time when “no” Meant “fine” And fine it was not And one more on my face A river pushing through earth eroded From too much use Or not enough I gather them sometimes Give them a good look. Remember them. Then forget. Remember Forget Consider Ignore Remember.

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Sep 20, 2011

Sep 20, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC

susanne

Inked

There’s one on my arm From that time You led me through the park “don’t peek,” you said I peeked. I’m still sorry There’s a bunch All over my hands Because someone held them When I was crossing the street I looked down And not only saw my feet But I saw one from the time yours fell on mine We were dancing Drunk with eachothers’ love And drunk by wine But mostly drunk because That’s the only way to be When among friends There’s one I wish wasn’t there From a time when “no” Meant “fine” And fine it was not And one more on my face A river pushing through earth eroded From too much use Or not enough I gather them sometimes Give them a good look. Remember them. Then forget. Remember Forget Consider Ignore Remember.

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You and me Only just me Just you Present only in ink and paper Ink in pen the potential for misinterpretation For joy For just you to become just you and me Or just you wanting me Me wanting you is Slowly but surely With each mailbox crawl Becoming an empty pen No more to say except “Hows the new job?” Ink drying up And scrawled: “Hope you’re doing well.” I’m not but I will be I will be A pen with new ink Ink for someone Someone that’s not you I will be Over it I will be.

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Aug 9, 2011

Aug 9, 2011 at 8:14 PM UTC

susanne

In a letter.

You and me Only just me Just you Present only in ink and paper Ink in pen the potential for misinterpretation For joy For just you to become just you and me Or just you wanting me Me wanting you is Slowly but surely With each mailbox crawl Becoming an empty pen No more to say except “Hows the new job?” Ink drying up And scrawled: “Hope you’re doing well.” I’m not but I will be I will be A pen with new ink Ink for someone Someone that’s not you I will be Over it I will be.

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