taylor-pyle - Hello Poetry

We only have what we remember.

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Aug 22, 2024

Aug 22, 2024 at 11:36 PM UTC

Little does he know I’m planning Little does he know I know how To escape Little does he know I will throw away This relationship

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Apr 17, 2022

Apr 17, 2022 at 12:23 AM UTC

Oh Little boys will stay little

Little does he know I’m planning Little does he know I know how To escape Little does he know I will throw away This relationship

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Can't you see what's happening? I don't think I can admit because... Because I love you so much it hurts It really hurts Am I not suppose to speak? Express myself? Am I suppose to sit pretty? Don't speak unless spoken to? Does it matter? Do I? My soul has grown old and my heart is growing dead. Forgot my lines and I'm the star of the show. Pass. Are you okay? Pass.

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC

Pretty pretty princess locked in a tower

Can't you see what's happening? I don't think I can admit because... Because I love you so much it hurts It really hurts Am I not suppose to speak? Express myself? Am I suppose to sit pretty? Don't speak unless spoken to? Does it matter? Do I? My soul has grown old and my heart is growing dead. Forgot my lines and I'm the star of the show. Pass. Are you okay? Pass.

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She's a bottomless pit of happy But she only sings the broken songs Broken It broke her heart right in half when she passed Unsurprised It takes time to heal and she's got an A+ in that Proud I couldn't be more with her She walks around, hair down like **** the world But She cares more than the moon does for the stars And her smile lights up a thousand rooms She's a bottomless pit of happy

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May 6, 2017

May 6, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC

Choker

She's a bottomless pit of happy But she only sings the broken songs Broken It broke her heart right in half when she passed Unsurprised It takes time to heal and she's got an A+ in that Proud I couldn't be more with her She walks around, hair down like **** the world But She cares more than the moon does for the stars And her smile lights up a thousand rooms She's a bottomless pit of happy

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I forgot how to write poetry I forgot feelings Forgot my brains favorite way of thinking Metaphors Except for today.... Today I'm 18 yrs old now I'm married I'm having a baby I've moved so very far from the people who hurt me over and over Even though I'm whole, I feel the emptiness I haven't felt in a long time, in this moment I'm empty Numb I feel like the girl who wrote those old poems will always linger And tonight I'll find comfort in her and let her stay

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC

Metaphors Forgotten

I forgot how to write poetry I forgot feelings Forgot my brains favorite way of thinking Metaphors Except for today.... Today I'm 18 yrs old now I'm married I'm having a baby I've moved so very far from the people who hurt me over and over Even though I'm whole, I feel the emptiness I haven't felt in a long time, in this moment I'm empty Numb I feel like the girl who wrote those old poems will always linger And tonight I'll find comfort in her and let her stay

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I have this map on my wall and it has every pinpoint of where I want to go and somehow, your heart is still pinned there And I've thought that maybe I've learned by now, but guess not Once again you've reached way back into the depths of your heart and pulled mine off the shelf where you can't seem to put an order to things You dusted it off for finger prints, but only found yours I told you, you always rip my heart out of my chest, "accidentally" fall over a table then step on it getting up and give it back, but then again You don't give it back, you still have it, which makes all of this worse I keep telling myself that I'm not as good at poetry like I used to be and I think that's your fault But maybe I just want to blame you for everything I guess, I just really didn't see this one coming But, that's my fault I should of never answered your call

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Aug 9, 2015

Aug 9, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC

Maps

I have this map on my wall and it has every pinpoint of where I want to go and somehow, your heart is still pinned there And I've thought that maybe I've learned by now, but guess not Once again you've reached way back into the depths of your heart and pulled mine off the shelf where you can't seem to put an order to things You dusted it off for finger prints, but only found yours I told you, you always rip my heart out of my chest, "accidentally" fall over a table then step on it getting up and give it back, but then again You don't give it back, you still have it, which makes all of this worse I keep telling myself that I'm not as good at poetry like I used to be and I think that's your fault But maybe I just want to blame you for everything I guess, I just really didn't see this one coming But, that's my fault I should of never answered your call

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My words sting like the subject of divorced marriage and daddy issues And yet you want to hear what I have to say So lay it all on the table Tell me you're giving up But you won't find me plastered on a sidewalk like waddled up, gravel stuck, unwanted gum waiting for love You've got me ****** up I never thought This early I would be finding myself head over heels in love Tell me I'm dreaming Please tell me Save me the pity of when I do find out Because now.... he is slipping through every broken finger I can't use to get a tight grip Reality is setting in Love is either hard work Or hard time You just have to decide How hard are you fighting? And do you have time?

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC

A Race Against Time

My words sting like the subject of divorced marriage and daddy issues And yet you want to hear what I have to say So lay it all on the table Tell me you're giving up But you won't find me plastered on a sidewalk like waddled up, gravel stuck, unwanted gum waiting for love You've got me ****** up I never thought This early I would be finding myself head over heels in love Tell me I'm dreaming Please tell me Save me the pity of when I do find out Because now.... he is slipping through every broken finger I can't use to get a tight grip Reality is setting in Love is either hard work Or hard time You just have to decide How hard are you fighting? And do you have time?

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Today at exactly 4:07 p.m on September 2, 2014 On a perfect kind of weather tuesday Standing in the press box, which is normally like an oven, but not today. The cool air filled the press box like it could snow or prince charming himself could come kiss you at any moment in the rain. Filming people running around on a field catching footballs like bullets I felt my heartbeat It was pulled from way back on the selves of your heart where you can't seem to put an order to things because well, it leaves space but this time This time you took the time to grab mine again and dusted it off for finger prints but you only found yours. you text me to tell me, I wasn't the only one. *T~

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC

He's hidden in Las Vegas and I'm shown here

Today at exactly 4:07 p.m on September 2, 2014 On a perfect kind of weather tuesday Standing in the press box, which is normally like an oven, but not today. The cool air filled the press box like it could snow or prince charming himself could come kiss you at any moment in the rain. Filming people running around on a field catching footballs like bullets I felt my heartbeat It was pulled from way back on the selves of your heart where you can't seem to put an order to things because well, it leaves space but this time This time you took the time to grab mine again and dusted it off for finger prints but you only found yours. you text me to tell me, I wasn't the only one. *T~

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• I think I'm a little bit stuck on your high society side tonight secretly because I hate you and this black chipped nail polish. • and every night I flip my sheets because they're not as comfortable without you on them. • your name is carved into my skin and my mascara is running • my tears hold back because I don't have a backbone • you're not just written in my skin, you're down to the bone. Can I brake that? CAN I BRAKE THAT? can I?.... • we're all just hellen kellers • sorry if my jaw clenched when you said you loved me • because when you start to rearrange your vocabulary for someone, you start to forget your own name • my temper is a stain on a white shirt of reality that even oxy-clean can't remove

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC

Some Stuff I Wrote

• I think I'm a little bit stuck on your high society side tonight secretly because I hate you and this black chipped nail polish. • and every night I flip my sheets because they're not as comfortable without you on them. • your name is carved into my skin and my mascara is running • my tears hold back because I don't have a backbone • you're not just written in my skin, you're down to the bone. Can I brake that? CAN I BRAKE THAT? can I?.... • we're all just hellen kellers • sorry if my jaw clenched when you said you loved me • because when you start to rearrange your vocabulary for someone, you start to forget your own name • my temper is a stain on a white shirt of reality that even oxy-clean can't remove

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I miss my words. I miss using them in a context of metaphors that made peoples heads hurt. I make my head hurt. I miss my words. I miss my hearing. I miss my vision but I'm to spaced thinking about your hands and how they easily grabbed mine and your lips ever so gently whispered sweet nothings on mine. I squeeze your hand but I looked down.... Yours is replaced by him and only half the man. He asked what's wrong? I just wish for once someone will ask me what's right. ~T*

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC

Pen and Paper

I miss my words. I miss using them in a context of metaphors that made peoples heads hurt. I make my head hurt. I miss my words. I miss my hearing. I miss my vision but I'm to spaced thinking about your hands and how they easily grabbed mine and your lips ever so gently whispered sweet nothings on mine. I squeeze your hand but I looked down.... Yours is replaced by him and only half the man. He asked what's wrong? I just wish for once someone will ask me what's right. ~T*

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