tru-baker - Hello Poetry

All my old pals sleep in beds far from my sea, the days we meet are so far between. We're all off, eatin' foreign bread, being free. Saving our years to share what we've seen.

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Jun 4, 2013

Jun 4, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC

Time is enough for me now

All my old pals sleep in beds far from my sea, the days we meet are so far between. We're all off, eatin' foreign bread, being free. Saving our years to share what we've seen.

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Maybe I'm a little sad. Sometimes its hard to smile. Sometimes theres nothing to smile about. What do you do when everyone is moving and you just can't? I'm stuck. I don't know what to do. I never know what to do. And you know what? I don't think I'll ever know what to do. Sometimes its just easier to hide under my covers and ignore everyone. Ya know, sometimes I even ignore myself. Did you know that was possible? Because it is. Its one of my talents. Ignoring myself. Maybe I'm a little more than just 'sad'. Maybe I'm insane.

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May 11, 2013

May 11, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC

Its hard to accept yourself, as someone you don't desire.

Maybe I'm a little sad. Sometimes its hard to smile. Sometimes theres nothing to smile about. What do you do when everyone is moving and you just can't? I'm stuck. I don't know what to do. I never know what to do. And you know what? I don't think I'll ever know what to do. Sometimes its just easier to hide under my covers and ignore everyone. Ya know, sometimes I even ignore myself. Did you know that was possible? Because it is. Its one of my talents. Ignoring myself. Maybe I'm a little more than just 'sad'. Maybe I'm insane.

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You are like a hot cup of coffee on December mornings. An ice-cold shower in the middle of july. You are rain tapping out secret messages on my window, whispering untold stories of our future on an island not known to man. I am going to love you as fiercely as ocean winds that rip through the clouds like tigers' teeth and bear claws. Like wolves making midnight wishes on amber moons that resonate across the sky that twinkles like movie-star smiles and shake every last tree in the forest.

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Apr 29, 2013

Apr 29, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC

You

You are like a hot cup of coffee on December mornings. An ice-cold shower in the middle of july. You are rain tapping out secret messages on my window, whispering untold stories of our future on an island not known to man. I am going to love you as fiercely as ocean winds that rip through the clouds like tigers' teeth and bear claws. Like wolves making midnight wishes on amber moons that resonate across the sky that twinkles like movie-star smiles and shake every last tree in the forest.

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Your body, is a city. Your skin, winding streets I loose myself in.

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Apr 29, 2013

Apr 29, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC

The Atlas.

Your body, is a city. Your skin, winding streets I loose myself in.

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I envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning.

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Mar 10, 2013

Mar 10, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC

Untitled No. 3

I envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning.

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She can feel a change, she's looking for it. But she's a smart girl who wears lots of sweaters and drinks cocoa. She talks about books and issues and kisses in the rain. Yet, she slightly mutilates the natural state of her body in order to be deemed acceptable. She is unconventionally beautiful. And she does her loving in the winter time.

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC

Those eyes were so sad.

She can feel a change, she's looking for it. But she's a smart girl who wears lots of sweaters and drinks cocoa. She talks about books and issues and kisses in the rain. Yet, she slightly mutilates the natural state of her body in order to be deemed acceptable. She is unconventionally beautiful. And she does her loving in the winter time.

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All she ever dreamed of was to be your lover She’ll never hear the word love without feeling your heart beat in her soul But after more than a year and three months You threw it all away You led her on just to let her go Falling out of love is hard But falling for betrayal is worse You once told her told her to look in the mirror and smile when she is feeling sad But when looking there’s no smile Just a broken heart

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC

Broken

All she ever dreamed of was to be your lover She’ll never hear the word love without feeling your heart beat in her soul But after more than a year and three months You threw it all away You led her on just to let her go Falling out of love is hard But falling for betrayal is worse You once told her told her to look in the mirror and smile when she is feeling sad But when looking there’s no smile Just a broken heart

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On some nights all things feel like they have been done before. Tonight, if you listen closely you can hear the night sky breaking apart as all young and beautiful things do. The apples on the tree taste sweeter this year. I know you have waited patiently but that does not speed my coming. I hear in my head on the nights that I am quiet. I cannot keep on like this. The world is upside down. I think he’s building a sandcastle He says to me slyly of our cat jumping maniacally at the wall. I smile, but do not feel it too quick to anger, out of control and ever changing. I comfort myself with minutia, lists and a false sense of control. You can curse the weather man but you cannot change his predicting.

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC

Sweeter

On some nights all things feel like they have been done before. Tonight, if you listen closely you can hear the night sky breaking apart as all young and beautiful things do. The apples on the tree taste sweeter this year. I know you have waited patiently but that does not speed my coming. I hear in my head on the nights that I am quiet. I cannot keep on like this. The world is upside down. I think he’s building a sandcastle He says to me slyly of our cat jumping maniacally at the wall. I smile, but do not feel it too quick to anger, out of control and ever changing. I comfort myself with minutia, lists and a false sense of control. You can curse the weather man but you cannot change his predicting.

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At night, when the day dips into darkness, I go to the ocean and think of you my memory searches for the look on your face and the way goodbye sounded on your lips you sailed into an endless dream and I still don’t know where your feet have been and on the horizon where the water sways I hope one day I’ll see your face.

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC

On the ocean

At night, when the day dips into darkness, I go to the ocean and think of you my memory searches for the look on your face and the way goodbye sounded on your lips you sailed into an endless dream and I still don’t know where your feet have been and on the horizon where the water sways I hope one day I’ll see your face.

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You know the twists my tongue will take The angel feints, the devil’s fake In the mind of a wayward romance Crashing, Jumping, Dodging, Loving, Laughing, Breathing And the ways we move, your kiss, it leads. A tangled dress, a trail behind I’ll take the trail, despite I’m blind On a road to a peril, a chance Halos, Darkness, Angel Kisses, Devil’s Beds And We will dance, you see, and pause, rewind. I know the twists your tongue will take The devil feints, the angel’s fake Of the heart of a beaten romance Beating, Meeting, Crying, Kneeling, Facing, Running To the time of chaos, void of God. I feel as though we dance in step A tune to break, instead of keep So perhaps I can stop tapping my feet, At least for a little while. Please, cease the music.

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC

Devils kisses

You know the twists my tongue will take The angel feints, the devil’s fake In the mind of a wayward romance Crashing, Jumping, Dodging, Loving, Laughing, Breathing And the ways we move, your kiss, it leads. A tangled dress, a trail behind I’ll take the trail, despite I’m blind On a road to a peril, a chance Halos, Darkness, Angel Kisses, Devil’s Beds And We will dance, you see, and pause, rewind. I know the twists your tongue will take The devil feints, the angel’s fake Of the heart of a beaten romance Beating, Meeting, Crying, Kneeling, Facing, Running To the time of chaos, void of God. I feel as though we dance in step A tune to break, instead of keep So perhaps I can stop tapping my feet, At least for a little while. Please, cease the music.

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