timothy-stout - Hello Poetry

Do you remember the times when we though we would not make it? I do. They are more vivid to me then that which was last night. It haunts my very soul- the idea of life without you. But every time that wretched thought of walking away surfaced, we managed to push it under. Do you remember the times when it seemed that nothing would pull us down? I do. I cherish these moments like I cherish life itself. *The moments of glee, The moments of gay thought, The moments of love.* I hold on to them to get through **the moments of Hell. The moments of depression and fatigue.** They get me though the dark. Do you remember that night? Oh, that night where we gave each other the promise of ourselves. The promise to never give up, To walk through the roses and the thorns together, To hold each other dear, no matter how far away. Do you remember? I do. And I never plan on letting it fade.

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Sep 4, 2015

Sep 4, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC

Do you remember?

Do you remember the times when we though we would not make it? I do. They are more vivid to me then that which was last night. It haunts my very soul- the idea of life without you. But every time that wretched thought of walking away surfaced, we managed to push it under. Do you remember the times when it seemed that nothing would pull us down? I do. I cherish these moments like I cherish life itself. *The moments of glee, The moments of gay thought, The moments of love.* I hold on to them to get through **the moments of Hell. The moments of depression and fatigue.** They get me though the dark. Do you remember that night? Oh, that night where we gave each other the promise of ourselves. The promise to never give up, To walk through the roses and the thorns together, To hold each other dear, no matter how far away. Do you remember? I do. And I never plan on letting it fade.

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Why is there life? Why is there death? Why is there love? Why is there hate? Why is there pleasure? Why is there pain? Why is there joy? Why are there tears? Questions that yearn to be answered sometimes has no other answer other than To be.

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC

Why?

Why is there life? Why is there death? Why is there love? Why is there hate? Why is there pleasure? Why is there pain? Why is there joy? Why are there tears? Questions that yearn to be answered sometimes has no other answer other than To be.

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Eight months ago It came tumbling out "Do you want to by my girl?" The sweat of fear rolled down my back It was silent for a moment, But then you whispered, "yeah" My heart jumped It jumped as if its life depended on it I had no idea what to say I seem to not when I'm around you. I remember when I like you Turned to I love you I remember thinking to myself "Is it too early? Will she think I'm too attached?" I remember when I gave you that envelope, filled with the love that I had poetically composed for you. And all you said was "you're sweet" I was discouraged. I didn't say it again. I remember the night you called me; I had just left you so it was a surprise You said you forgot to tell me something, that you were avoiding it "I love you" All I could do was reply mutually. I remember when you told me of your depression I truly knew not what to say What was there to say? I quickly learned that sometimes silence Is better than ignorant speech And that holding you was the best form of therapy, because to know that you're special is all that you needed. I remember much of these past months You are always in my mind You are never too much And I have not regreted it once I love you And I don't plan on that changing.

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC

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Eight months ago It came tumbling out "Do you want to by my girl?" The sweat of fear rolled down my back It was silent for a moment, But then you whispered, "yeah" My heart jumped It jumped as if its life depended on it I had no idea what to say I seem to not when I'm around you. I remember when I like you Turned to I love you I remember thinking to myself "Is it too early? Will she think I'm too attached?" I remember when I gave you that envelope, filled with the love that I had poetically composed for you. And all you said was "you're sweet" I was discouraged. I didn't say it again. I remember the night you called me; I had just left you so it was a surprise You said you forgot to tell me something, that you were avoiding it "I love you" All I could do was reply mutually. I remember when you told me of your depression I truly knew not what to say What was there to say? I quickly learned that sometimes silence Is better than ignorant speech And that holding you was the best form of therapy, because to know that you're special is all that you needed. I remember much of these past months You are always in my mind You are never too much And I have not regreted it once I love you And I don't plan on that changing.

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When you have nothing to say Just let me look into your eyes And you into mine Those flickers of light Those generous stares Are enough for me to know That you love me And I love you

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC

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When you have nothing to say Just let me look into your eyes And you into mine Those flickers of light Those generous stares Are enough for me to know That you love me And I love you

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I love you When I say this, I mean eveything about you I wouldn't pick or choose "Oh I like this better, I could do without this" How selfish How greedy How hateful And when you sit there in silence I sit there too Thinking of you Thinking of your eyes Thinking of your smile Thinking of your laugh (These are rare, so I enjoy them when they come) In the good and in the bad Easier said than done Oh trust me, It's hard It's painful It even sometimes drives me to tears But the good makes the bad worth it Your depression Your anxiety Your worries Your pain I will stay through them I will not abandon you So I lie here, pondering: Do you feel the same spark, That same rushing sensation That I get when we meet? I can only hope so Because I love you And I hope that time stops before that love ceases.

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC

You

I love you When I say this, I mean eveything about you I wouldn't pick or choose "Oh I like this better, I could do without this" How selfish How greedy How hateful And when you sit there in silence I sit there too Thinking of you Thinking of your eyes Thinking of your smile Thinking of your laugh (These are rare, so I enjoy them when they come) In the good and in the bad Easier said than done Oh trust me, It's hard It's painful It even sometimes drives me to tears But the good makes the bad worth it Your depression Your anxiety Your worries Your pain I will stay through them I will not abandon you So I lie here, pondering: Do you feel the same spark, That same rushing sensation That I get when we meet? I can only hope so Because I love you And I hope that time stops before that love ceases.

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When nothing can be said; when nothing can be done, it's better just to shut up and hold her because that might be exactly what she needs.

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC

Hold

When nothing can be said; when nothing can be done, it's better just to shut up and hold her because that might be exactly what she needs.

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Happiness is key It's not purchased at a fee What makes you happy-- I dare ask Is it the way the water shimmers like glass Or the sunrise on a summer morning Or in what others find boring Is it in the writings of love Or in the purest dove Or in a hard days work Or in the food on a fork Or the touch of your lover's hand Or in the symphony of your favourite band Is it the way she looks in the pale moonlight Or in the way for her you'd fight Or in the way she looks into your eyes Or with her, time flies Or the way you feel with her Or in the way you dread days without her Words of the wise say, "don't put your happiness in a person Because they will just fail you when it's all said and done" But in a way, I cannot help but do this Because there's something about that feeling when she gives me Her kiss.

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Jan 18, 2015

Jan 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC

Happiness

Happiness is key It's not purchased at a fee What makes you happy-- I dare ask Is it the way the water shimmers like glass Or the sunrise on a summer morning Or in what others find boring Is it in the writings of love Or in the purest dove Or in a hard days work Or in the food on a fork Or the touch of your lover's hand Or in the symphony of your favourite band Is it the way she looks in the pale moonlight Or in the way for her you'd fight Or in the way she looks into your eyes Or with her, time flies Or the way you feel with her Or in the way you dread days without her Words of the wise say, "don't put your happiness in a person Because they will just fail you when it's all said and done" But in a way, I cannot help but do this Because there's something about that feeling when she gives me Her kiss.

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Your eyes are like stars My heart skips a beat with you I love you always Why are you hurting What are these tears on your face Let my heart take them Confusion sets in Why is the fear always there Of losing your love.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC

Haiku of You

Your eyes are like stars My heart skips a beat with you I love you always Why are you hurting What are these tears on your face Let my heart take them Confusion sets in Why is the fear always there Of losing your love.

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We sit together, in the quiet You turn to me and apologize Apologize for your depression Your sadness I turn to you and tell you to not give up That I love you. You apologize for me dealing with you For going through it with you The way I look at it; this is a journey for two And I have the privilage of doing it with you Lo there are crooked trails and deep ravines; You have my help, You have my love.

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC

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We sit together, in the quiet You turn to me and apologize Apologize for your depression Your sadness I turn to you and tell you to not give up That I love you. You apologize for me dealing with you For going through it with you The way I look at it; this is a journey for two And I have the privilage of doing it with you Lo there are crooked trails and deep ravines; You have my help, You have my love.

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They still exist; Both literally and metaphorically. Little girls *** trafficked, Boys slave in sweat shops, Buissnessman works a 60 hour week. Everyone's got their own chains. Some we put on freely, Some are ****** upon us, like maturity on an orphaned child --Some are cut into our wrists. With every lie, With every curse, With every slander, Pain built up creates inside these fine little links; Alone they are weak, but together UNBREAKABLE 27 million slaves in the world But that's just an estimate. When we look inwards We see so. many. more.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC

Slave

They still exist; Both literally and metaphorically. Little girls *** trafficked, Boys slave in sweat shops, Buissnessman works a 60 hour week. Everyone's got their own chains. Some we put on freely, Some are ****** upon us, like maturity on an orphaned child --Some are cut into our wrists. With every lie, With every curse, With every slander, Pain built up creates inside these fine little links; Alone they are weak, but together UNBREAKABLE 27 million slaves in the world But that's just an estimate. When we look inwards We see so. many. more.

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