thescientist - Hello Poetry

Too many things that can't be explained. It can fill a room up with questions. My suggestion, it's unexplained and out of body. Like matter in confined space, and human spieces. But what matters is we find peace, and as a matter of thesis, how do we pick up the pieces?

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC

A very short poem.

Too many things that can't be explained. It can fill a room up with questions. My suggestion, it's unexplained and out of body. Like matter in confined space, and human spieces. But what matters is we find peace, and as a matter of thesis, how do we pick up the pieces?

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You're the type of person that wakes up before light, because you refuse to be ruled by the sun. You also secretly trust no one. From what I can tell, and this is just someone from the inside looking out, your high standards in friendships often leave you sad and alone. It makes sense why you do not let people stand behind you. Thus, why you are always last. You love in a way unimaginable to man, But yet you can not seem to commit to anyone. I wonder if it is that you don't truly love who you are. (see real definition of unconditional) I wonder if it's because you can not see growing old with another, Mixed with fears of aging yourself. I suppose you would rather die alone. Always threatening to jump ship, So when it sinks( and it will) you are not on it. I can tell in your language that you just recently started loving your body. That happens when it's being pl̶e̶a̶s̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ treasured correctly.....to be continued

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Jan 3, 2020

Jan 3, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC

Who am I?

You're the type of person that wakes up before light, because you refuse to be ruled by the sun. You also secretly trust no one. From what I can tell, and this is just someone from the inside looking out, your high standards in friendships often leave you sad and alone. It makes sense why you do not let people stand behind you. Thus, why you are always last. You love in a way unimaginable to man, But yet you can not seem to commit to anyone. I wonder if it is that you don't truly love who you are. (see real definition of unconditional) I wonder if it's because you can not see growing old with another, Mixed with fears of aging yourself. I suppose you would rather die alone. Always threatening to jump ship, So when it sinks( and it will) you are not on it. I can tell in your language that you just recently started loving your body. That happens when it's being pl̶e̶a̶s̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ treasured correctly.....to be continued

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I have a friend named Gary, and he has been feeling a bit low during the holiday season, so i wrote a song/poem for him hoping it will cheer him up. In my best voice, i will sing this to him at our friendsgiving. Garyyyy Would you like to maryyyy? An ordinaryy. And somewhat hairyyy! Please will you tell mee! Ohhhhh Garyyy. Will you pop my cranberryyy? Just don't be scaryy. But i love you barelyyy. So let's just be merryy. And drink lots of dairyy. On the contraryyy. Lets just be marriieedd! I love you Garyyy. No, not you Larryyy. My good friend Garryy.

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Nov 23, 2019

Nov 23, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC

Gary

I have a friend named Gary, and he has been feeling a bit low during the holiday season, so i wrote a song/poem for him hoping it will cheer him up. In my best voice, i will sing this to him at our friendsgiving. Garyyyy Would you like to maryyyy? An ordinaryy. And somewhat hairyyy! Please will you tell mee! Ohhhhh Garyyy. Will you pop my cranberryyy? Just don't be scaryy. But i love you barelyyy. So let's just be merryy. And drink lots of dairyy. On the contraryyy. Lets just be marriieedd! I love you Garyyy. No, not you Larryyy. My good friend Garryy.

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Dark times Coming around again. Wet face The only way to sleep again. My heart has traveled in Dark waters Coming up for air, Nothing but rain again. Afraid of the silence Lonliness back again. This never ending road. Aching soles again Taking shots Shooting pains through me Bullet proofing Vest wearing days again On my knees , calling out Time to repent again Throwing rocks and Ruptured housing Glass in pieces again Soaked up the gin Im so so lost again Trying to get out of it Too late Sinning again.

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Jul 19, 2019

Jul 19, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC

Again and Again

Dark times Coming around again. Wet face The only way to sleep again. My heart has traveled in Dark waters Coming up for air, Nothing but rain again. Afraid of the silence Lonliness back again. This never ending road. Aching soles again Taking shots Shooting pains through me Bullet proofing Vest wearing days again On my knees , calling out Time to repent again Throwing rocks and Ruptured housing Glass in pieces again Soaked up the gin Im so so lost again Trying to get out of it Too late Sinning again.

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Enter Summer! Hi how you doin? Nice to see you again. But, Ummm can you perhaps bring back the man, whose face was not tan, a mysterious lad. No two o'clock shadow No stubble No fuzz. Just winter in hand and oh my bearded man. I miss him terribly. Stupid solstice.

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Jun 19, 2019

Jun 19, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC

Trickery (The Two Faced Man)

Enter Summer! Hi how you doin? Nice to see you again. But, Ummm can you perhaps bring back the man, whose face was not tan, a mysterious lad. No two o'clock shadow No stubble No fuzz. Just winter in hand and oh my bearded man. I miss him terribly. Stupid solstice.

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He said I always talked over him. And it annoys him. He never spoke to me like that before. I said, "I do"? I didn't think I was doing it, but I apologized any way. Because that's what you do when you love someone. But inside i was boiling with rage. I wanted to lash out at the ANNOYING bit, But then that would prove the very thing he's accusing me of. Can't have that. So I keep it inside bottled up. I can't talk to him the same now. Maybe my feelings were hurt. Over the weeks i felt frozen. Forced smiles and skipping favorite shows together. The *** was still amazing, unfortunately Im starting to think that's all we were good at. All i know is something had changed. And it hasn't been the same since. Scared to be alone again. Scared to be on my own. Scared of living within. Terrified of time wasted. And time is scary, Terrifying if you waste it.

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Apr 23, 2019

Apr 23, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC

Untitled Again

He said I always talked over him. And it annoys him. He never spoke to me like that before. I said, "I do"? I didn't think I was doing it, but I apologized any way. Because that's what you do when you love someone. But inside i was boiling with rage. I wanted to lash out at the ANNOYING bit, But then that would prove the very thing he's accusing me of. Can't have that. So I keep it inside bottled up. I can't talk to him the same now. Maybe my feelings were hurt. Over the weeks i felt frozen. Forced smiles and skipping favorite shows together. The *** was still amazing, unfortunately Im starting to think that's all we were good at. All i know is something had changed. And it hasn't been the same since. Scared to be alone again. Scared to be on my own. Scared of living within. Terrified of time wasted. And time is scary, Terrifying if you waste it.

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This song makes me feel alive. Not happy to be. Except it questions my purpose of being. Whatever instrument that is, It's strumming on my head. Telling me to wake up and live. I just close my eyes to get closer to his voice. The song is for me only. He asks "are you going to save me?" I intend to answer him on the other side of my dream. He's there in color with no face. But he's out of reach. He's only there to play this song for me. To keep me alive.

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC

The Girl With The Flesh Colored Crayon

This song makes me feel alive. Not happy to be. Except it questions my purpose of being. Whatever instrument that is, It's strumming on my head. Telling me to wake up and live. I just close my eyes to get closer to his voice. The song is for me only. He asks "are you going to save me?" I intend to answer him on the other side of my dream. He's there in color with no face. But he's out of reach. He's only there to play this song for me. To keep me alive.

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I respect your flow. Truth. Do me a favor though. Make peace. Bring rainbows.

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC

Dear Rain Haiku

I respect your flow. Truth. Do me a favor though. Make peace. Bring rainbows.

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One thousand years of trees will be standing And my love for you It will always go timber In December, your limbs kept me warm after dark I remember, A light shined so bright We sparked. My bearded man, We flew, at best, and into history went the rest Unless, Even if, One million years of trees stood standing limber My love for you, it would always go timber.

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC

A love letter to Paul Bunyan

One thousand years of trees will be standing And my love for you It will always go timber In December, your limbs kept me warm after dark I remember, A light shined so bright We sparked. My bearded man, We flew, at best, and into history went the rest Unless, Even if, One million years of trees stood standing limber My love for you, it would always go timber.

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