taylor-mckee - Hello Poetry

I remember having conversations with you about all the things we would do. Camping, going to the zoo, having a barbecue. I was going to cook for you because you were always eating chicken nuggets while I was cooking myself real meals. I remember when you smiled because I said I wanted to spend all that time with you. I remember when you made me feel like those things might actually happen. I remember when you told me that I was amazing. And that you didn't understand why someone like me would like someone like you. And I remember how you felt when I said that you were being crazy and that I thought you were the most amazing person I've ever known and that if anything you were the one who was too good for me. I remember when I told you that you won my heart but hadn't come to collect the prize. I remember how you said you had two prizes to choose and it was so difficult for you. Not knowing who to pick. Afraid that picking me would be the wrong choice. Time and time again I do so many things that should show you who I am and what I am to you. I try to show you that there’s nothing to fear. But you won’t let me show you. Why? Why won’t you just believe me? Why would I hurt you? I can’t even stand myself when I’m mad at you for a split second. Why would I lie to you? I never lie to anyone, especially not someone who’s so honest to me at all times. Why would I fight with you? The only arguments we have are based off of you not agreeing that you’re beautiful and that you don’t need makeup and that you don’t need to spend so much time on your hair and that you look fantastic regardless of what clothes you’re wearing. Why would I ever let you go for anything? After spending so long fighting for you, I would never stop fighting to keep you. I would never hold you back. I would want you to be happy. Do you want to go somewhere? So do I. Do you want to drive to the middle of nowhere? So do I. Do you want to go out? So do I. Do you want to stay in and relax? So do I. Do you want to hang out with your friends, then go ahead. I can make plans; I have a life of my own. Do you want to be alone? I’ll respect that, like I always have. Why can’t you just go back to the days of holding my hands and getting that glorious feeling? Why can’t you go back to the time when you remembered that feeling you got when I held you. My embrace having something magical that neither of us could explain. Remember all the times we talked and talked and talked and found out we have so much in common. Remember all the days where you wanted to tell me good morning and good night, regardless of if we talked all day. Remember all the times that I put a real smile on your face on the days when you said you wouldn't be okay. All those days I told you that your smile was too pretty to go to waste. I even remember when you first said you hated your smile because your teeth aren't perfectly straight. I told you it didn't matter, because you have such a true happiness in your smile. That gleaming beauty that no one else could ever show, yet you still didn't believe me. Even if you didn't believe me, you still smiled. I remember the place and the time and the day that we talked about how things were going. I remember you said you couldn't be with me but you wanted me to stay in your life as a friend, so I said I couldn't be anything to you. And I remember you started to cry. And I hated everything in the world that night. Things were entirely opposite of how they should have been. I remember all the times I tried to keep you out of my head but I couldn't. Now you won’t talk to me about anything. Like I’m some madman for caring about you. You act like all the things I say are lies. I don’t think I could make your life better, I know it. I don’t think I could make you happier, I know it. Just try to think of all those perfect words I said to you. All of the times I wrote something that left you speechless. Just think of all those times. Just remember. Quit hiding it away in your pockets like old receipts and pen caps. I can’t stop thinking about you because you’re the one ******* thing I want in this whole world. I don’ t care about your past. I don’t care about any “imperfections”. I don’t care at all. To me you’re everything I could need. And I can’t help but love everything about you. I just want to have love for you, though, instead of love for everything about you. And I have more love to give than anyone else you've ever known. I might not be better than everyone at everything, but I know I’m better than anyone else at what’s important. I know you could always trust in me. I know I could never hold you back. I know I would keep a smile on your face at all times. I know you wouldn't be waiting around for perfect moments, because I would make every moment perfect. When people ask you what the happiest time of your life was, you wouldn't say it was when you were younger and had your own place and did what you want when you wanted to. You would say that the happiest part of your life is now, because I would make every day better than the last. You wouldn't keep living in the clouds and staring at the stars, you would be with the stars and the moon. You wouldn't need to dream anymore because you would just dream of when you finally get to wake again. I’m not making things up. I’m not hopeful. I’m not optimistic. I’m not a liar. I’m not a dreamer. I know I could make everything better, all the time. Don't think it's too good to be true. You used to say I was too good to be true, but here I am. So just give me a chance to prove it. You’ll never regret it, I promise. Zebra.

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Dec 1, 2012

Dec 1, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC

20% love letter, 70% rant, 10% what is wrong with me

I remember having conversations with you about all the things we would do. Camping, going to the zoo, having a barbecue. I was going to cook for you because you were always eating chicken nuggets while I was cooking myself real meals. I remember when you smiled because I said I wanted to spend all that time with you. I remember when you made me feel like those things might actually happen. I remember when you told me that I was amazing. And that you didn't understand why someone like me would like someone like you. And I remember how you felt when I said that you were being crazy and that I thought you were the most amazing person I've ever known and that if anything you were the one who was too good for me. I remember when I told you that you won my heart but hadn't come to collect the prize. I remember how you said you had two prizes to choose and it was so difficult for you. Not knowing who to pick. Afraid that picking me would be the wrong choice. Time and time again I do so many things that should show you who I am and what I am to you. I try to show you that there’s nothing to fear. But you won’t let me show you. Why? Why won’t you just believe me? Why would I hurt you? I can’t even stand myself when I’m mad at you for a split second. Why would I lie to you? I never lie to anyone, especially not someone who’s so honest to me at all times. Why would I fight with you? The only arguments we have are based off of you not agreeing that you’re beautiful and that you don’t need makeup and that you don’t need to spend so much time on your hair and that you look fantastic regardless of what clothes you’re wearing. Why would I ever let you go for anything? After spending so long fighting for you, I would never stop fighting to keep you. I would never hold you back. I would want you to be happy. Do you want to go somewhere? So do I. Do you want to drive to the middle of nowhere? So do I. Do you want to go out? So do I. Do you want to stay in and relax? So do I. Do you want to hang out with your friends, then go ahead. I can make plans; I have a life of my own. Do you want to be alone? I’ll respect that, like I always have. Why can’t you just go back to the days of holding my hands and getting that glorious feeling? Why can’t you go back to the time when you remembered that feeling you got when I held you. My embrace having something magical that neither of us could explain. Remember all the times we talked and talked and talked and found out we have so much in common. Remember all the days where you wanted to tell me good morning and good night, regardless of if we talked all day. Remember all the times that I put a real smile on your face on the days when you said you wouldn't be okay. All those days I told you that your smile was too pretty to go to waste. I even remember when you first said you hated your smile because your teeth aren't perfectly straight. I told you it didn't matter, because you have such a true happiness in your smile. That gleaming beauty that no one else could ever show, yet you still didn't believe me. Even if you didn't believe me, you still smiled. I remember the place and the time and the day that we talked about how things were going. I remember you said you couldn't be with me but you wanted me to stay in your life as a friend, so I said I couldn't be anything to you. And I remember you started to cry. And I hated everything in the world that night. Things were entirely opposite of how they should have been. I remember all the times I tried to keep you out of my head but I couldn't. Now you won’t talk to me about anything. Like I’m some madman for caring about you. You act like all the things I say are lies. I don’t think I could make your life better, I know it. I don’t think I could make you happier, I know it. Just try to think of all those perfect words I said to you. All of the times I wrote something that left you speechless. Just think of all those times. Just remember. Quit hiding it away in your pockets like old receipts and pen caps. I can’t stop thinking about you because you’re the one ******* thing I want in this whole world. I don’ t care about your past. I don’t care about any “imperfections”. I don’t care at all. To me you’re everything I could need. And I can’t help but love everything about you. I just want to have love for you, though, instead of love for everything about you. And I have more love to give than anyone else you've ever known. I might not be better than everyone at everything, but I know I’m better than anyone else at what’s important. I know you could always trust in me. I know I could never hold you back. I know I would keep a smile on your face at all times. I know you wouldn't be waiting around for perfect moments, because I would make every moment perfect. When people ask you what the happiest time of your life was, you wouldn't say it was when you were younger and had your own place and did what you want when you wanted to. You would say that the happiest part of your life is now, because I would make every day better than the last. You wouldn't keep living in the clouds and staring at the stars, you would be with the stars and the moon. You wouldn't need to dream anymore because you would just dream of when you finally get to wake again. I’m not making things up. I’m not hopeful. I’m not optimistic. I’m not a liar. I’m not a dreamer. I know I could make everything better, all the time. Don't think it's too good to be true. You used to say I was too good to be true, but here I am. So just give me a chance to prove it. You’ll never regret it, I promise. Zebra.

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The crisp cold air The dark night skies The black clouds The moon, gone The stars, unseen Dark Dreary Destitute And yet it doesn't phase me Because that's how it will always be In my own world A world without you

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Nov 23, 2012

Nov 23, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC

Untitled

The crisp cold air The dark night skies The black clouds The moon, gone The stars, unseen Dark Dreary Destitute And yet it doesn't phase me Because that's how it will always be In my own world A world without you

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If you set out to scale a mountain It's best to go with self discipline When you reach the clouds, don't falter Don't stop and begin to palter You get false ideals of hopes and dreams Being able to unfold from the seams As if the clouds are your personal jinn And they can fill the void in between Your dreams and reality Just get back to actuality Reach the highest peak Find what you really seek Because it isn't down hiding in the clouds In short, quit dreaming Finish climbing the **** mountain

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Nov 12, 2012

Nov 12, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC

[Untitled]

If you set out to scale a mountain It's best to go with self discipline When you reach the clouds, don't falter Don't stop and begin to palter You get false ideals of hopes and dreams Being able to unfold from the seams As if the clouds are your personal jinn And they can fill the void in between Your dreams and reality Just get back to actuality Reach the highest peak Find what you really seek Because it isn't down hiding in the clouds In short, quit dreaming Finish climbing the **** mountain

15

Everyone is talking about their candidate Everyone is at election night parties Except me I'm sitting here eating Italian food And playing Zelda With my indie rock Pandora station playing Yes, I voted Yes, I care about who wins Yes, I'm an adult I'm just the fun kind

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Nov 6, 2012

Nov 6, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC

Election night

Everyone is talking about their candidate Everyone is at election night parties Except me I'm sitting here eating Italian food And playing Zelda With my indie rock Pandora station playing Yes, I voted Yes, I care about who wins Yes, I'm an adult I'm just the fun kind

10

Don't tell me you love me You love him You loved me So let's get this straight Trust me when I say this I'm over you That doesn't change the fact that you're breaking an old promise And what hurts is that it means nothing to you And then you make it worse You say you love me And that "love doesn't end" "Only relationships end" You love someone new But still love me supposedly Love isn't fashion People don't go out of style each season And you love that old dress But it's so last year So you love this new blouse instead Get a new hobby You're no good at this love thing

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Nov 5, 2012

Nov 5, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC

Too tired for this

Don't tell me you love me You love him You loved me So let's get this straight Trust me when I say this I'm over you That doesn't change the fact that you're breaking an old promise And what hurts is that it means nothing to you And then you make it worse You say you love me And that "love doesn't end" "Only relationships end" You love someone new But still love me supposedly Love isn't fashion People don't go out of style each season And you love that old dress But it's so last year So you love this new blouse instead Get a new hobby You're no good at this love thing

21

I look at my hands as they shiver All the cuts, scratches and scars The dark freckle and small wound that make it seem as though I have stigmata I've been crucified a time or two, but only in my head, no stakes through my hands Looking at the mirror Seeing my face Seeing all the scars But this time they don't mar my skin I can see them on my tattered, stained soul I can see it in my eyes Other people see my eyes and it evokes a light feeling All I can see is the dark hidden away I wish I could see what they see instead My laptop is open I see people I like and love and hate posting about their lives Making themselves seem significant Despite the fact that they live ignorant lives Living in the cloud city of dreams Arguing over whose God is better Arguing over whose politician will make the world a utopia I suppose politicians are some people's real Gods Posting about the latest trends Trying to garner attention for nothing As if a thousand "friends" liking a status really means anything at all Work meeting this Sunday I know what I'll see Three idiots Two bosses One pseudo sister One girl who shouldn't work there One girl who should be mine, and everyone knows it Two managers that I actually get along with I'll see little notes scribbled with ******** compliments that everyone writes "Great work on Sunday!" "So glad you took care of that thing for me!" Because apparently a thank you and a paycheck isn't good enough They need to feed their egos That's what matters to them I look at my friends Or the people who used to be called that Now I talk to them once every few months Plan to hang out every now and then See them once a year Normally on accident They're total jerks anyways, so I don't mind They're a living reminder that I need good people in my life Good on ya, former friends In my room I see my dog The lazy ******* just sleeps on my bed Halfway under my sheets He's snoring He's a good dog I'll let him be If only I could be like him And sleep all day Or like my former friends And just not care Or like that girl at work And not realize we should be together Or like the denizens of cloudville And live an ignorant, happy life But that would all be too easy I like that I can see all these things Things that they can't see Except my empty bank account I just won't look at that

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Nov 2, 2012

Nov 2, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC

The Things I See

I look at my hands as they shiver All the cuts, scratches and scars The dark freckle and small wound that make it seem as though I have stigmata I've been crucified a time or two, but only in my head, no stakes through my hands Looking at the mirror Seeing my face Seeing all the scars But this time they don't mar my skin I can see them on my tattered, stained soul I can see it in my eyes Other people see my eyes and it evokes a light feeling All I can see is the dark hidden away I wish I could see what they see instead My laptop is open I see people I like and love and hate posting about their lives Making themselves seem significant Despite the fact that they live ignorant lives Living in the cloud city of dreams Arguing over whose God is better Arguing over whose politician will make the world a utopia I suppose politicians are some people's real Gods Posting about the latest trends Trying to garner attention for nothing As if a thousand "friends" liking a status really means anything at all Work meeting this Sunday I know what I'll see Three idiots Two bosses One pseudo sister One girl who shouldn't work there One girl who should be mine, and everyone knows it Two managers that I actually get along with I'll see little notes scribbled with ******** compliments that everyone writes "Great work on Sunday!" "So glad you took care of that thing for me!" Because apparently a thank you and a paycheck isn't good enough They need to feed their egos That's what matters to them I look at my friends Or the people who used to be called that Now I talk to them once every few months Plan to hang out every now and then See them once a year Normally on accident They're total jerks anyways, so I don't mind They're a living reminder that I need good people in my life Good on ya, former friends In my room I see my dog The lazy ******* just sleeps on my bed Halfway under my sheets He's snoring He's a good dog I'll let him be If only I could be like him And sleep all day Or like my former friends And just not care Or like that girl at work And not realize we should be together Or like the denizens of cloudville And live an ignorant, happy life But that would all be too easy I like that I can see all these things Things that they can't see Except my empty bank account I just won't look at that

66

Autumn leaves falling Roads paved with red and yellow Leaves don't die in vain

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Nov 2, 2012

Nov 2, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC

The Beauty of Autumn

Autumn leaves falling Roads paved with red and yellow Leaves don't die in vain

3

Paralysis Crippled By fear Or anxiety Depression Like the gaze of a basilisk Sinking Unable to swim All the lifeguards look like sharks Manage to struggle in the currents Further and further Swimming Away from the shore On purpose People can tell you you're Superman But when you are your own kryptonite Why even try to swim Being crippled By the basilisk Its grasp never loosens

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Nov 1, 2012

Nov 1, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC

Basilisk (WIP)

Paralysis Crippled By fear Or anxiety Depression Like the gaze of a basilisk Sinking Unable to swim All the lifeguards look like sharks Manage to struggle in the currents Further and further Swimming Away from the shore On purpose People can tell you you're Superman But when you are your own kryptonite Why even try to swim Being crippled By the basilisk Its grasp never loosens

20

So you hate the rain? Yet you live in Washington? You might wanna move

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Oct 31, 2012

Oct 31, 2012 at 6:50 PM UTC

The Rainy Washington Haiku