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treythayer
treythayer
25/M/SLC
You drive attention to your fame and then it dives into my veins. A beauty that runs so deep some nights I find it hard to sleep. A flame inside gives off no smoke this rain of poetry will choke. Sweet in its time the seeds divine grown in the garden of my mind. No more gold no more empty curse I can hear it through a lovely verse. When the master decides to ease your pain your sweet escape is on the highland train.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
Flame Fame
I’ll give you undeserved second chances I’ll give you my tears when you give me yours I’ll be the one happy for your victories I’ll be the one grateful for your scars I’ll let you set the pace I’ll let you know if anything changes I’ll make you a believer I’ll make better mistakes tomorrow You’ll want me on your team
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
You want me on your team
A Solid A most Beautiful tree What about trees? Who mediates for them? Rich, tall, lush and green Growing from a single stem They're an example of raw life They never seem to openly frown But it's hard to sympathize Cause they just let us cut them down Down Down Down Down
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Cut Down
The perception of time is a humorous thing So much depends on its tick-tock ticking When did it start, when is its end? How does it curve, where is its bend? Ironic, that it seemingly lasts forever Only to stop short our fragile life endeavor Does time hold power to heal all wounds? Those leftover are often scarred and bruised Remembering these three things, help me cope It closes the gape of uncertainty, tears and hope Even though it may disappear, it still happened You may have concerns of reality, they are valid I think she would like to stop and pause too This infinite round can exhaust even you You can't tell time anything it wants to hear It simply reaches midnight off the basis of fear
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
About Time
I cannot say where I came, If there's more to, or more of. Never have I met the same, Tells me I was built above. By water tracks Under attack A ruthless act Wearing matte black There is no need for warped glass, Blue skies will sure let me gaze. Shouldn't let this vision pass, It'd throw me back in the maze.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
Origin
Melodies from the sea, they come forward and blow. Scripts of words float like birds, sometimes stub my big toe. Flip the page of my rage, leads me to a new home. Understand this rogue man, his words won't leave you lone. Rhythm speed feeds your need, leaving happy and free. Gives me court and support, like the spine of a tree.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Untitled
A tongue that lies now, Still begs for your acceptance, But lies to you still.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
False Words
Open arms to the arrows whom gravitate, Whisper of caution inspires me to wait. Put a noose on words and acts I desired, Leaves me craving, empty, famished and tired. Routinely ignore these feelings of doubt, Trust those to foster the passions drift out. Exposed, left wondering the series to come, Dammed and orphaned again, should've known.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
To Defense Less
Connection sought over connection bought Love yearned over love earned Kindness given rather than kindness livin' Happiness within rather than happiness driven We seek Motives internal We forgo Intent external It is the pure rapt That carries away the upside down frown
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
AuthenParency
Restless wind covering my entire being A dark shadow taking a seat next to me Reads an excerpt from a book I'll never write Don't think for me, I know who I am When time asks me how it's been I'll humbly reply, you were good for my heart But often I begin to wonder Could this really be all I had to give Of course it is, and even if it wasn't enough It was to me When is it okay to stop feeling Letting numbness take its course And watching sentiment pass by Rage I will not miss Disturbance begs to be replaced I give into fervor time and time again Nothing seems to catch me Except for the salty rain who invites itself Don't compare it to anything great It's more of a comedy than anything
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
It was a comedy