vas-bismark - Hello Poetry

Love One Day I met Love A short time back A time I can barely remember I said hi Love said hello Have we met? Love said, I don't think so It didn't matter Love didn't mind We spoke and spent some time together Exchanged numbers, drank water high above city lights I said I knew Love But then later I wasn't sure At that time I lost myself And found myself more with her than before I didn't feel the need I felt I didn't have the time It seemed fair So I kept my mouth shut Even worse, I called Love something she was not I called out friend When I should have said Love I always wanted to tell Love When I am myself I say I love you, friend But would like it to mean more I found you, Love... But I can't be with you today I found you, but hopefully us could wait I'm your friend, But I hope, I too can be your Love one day -Vas Bismark

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC

Love One Day

Love One Day I met Love A short time back A time I can barely remember I said hi Love said hello Have we met? Love said, I don't think so It didn't matter Love didn't mind We spoke and spent some time together Exchanged numbers, drank water high above city lights I said I knew Love But then later I wasn't sure At that time I lost myself And found myself more with her than before I didn't feel the need I felt I didn't have the time It seemed fair So I kept my mouth shut Even worse, I called Love something she was not I called out friend When I should have said Love I always wanted to tell Love When I am myself I say I love you, friend But would like it to mean more I found you, Love... But I can't be with you today I found you, but hopefully us could wait I'm your friend, But I hope, I too can be your Love one day -Vas Bismark

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Pauper Dream Had I been born with the powers to change the sky I would have laced them with more colors of light Should you find it dark during the night, The dim moon and stars Should glow brighter, a penchant, when you pass by Alas, I was born a pauper, driven only by dreams All I have are words, Words written from a dull pencil Writing on fragile pieces of paper made from hopes Even if I wrote the whole world, writing the words Gold... Love... Hope... Beauty... Dirt... and Stone... Nothing is changed... All I am is a pauper Only a simple pauper with this silly dream

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC

Pauper Dream

Pauper Dream Had I been born with the powers to change the sky I would have laced them with more colors of light Should you find it dark during the night, The dim moon and stars Should glow brighter, a penchant, when you pass by Alas, I was born a pauper, driven only by dreams All I have are words, Words written from a dull pencil Writing on fragile pieces of paper made from hopes Even if I wrote the whole world, writing the words Gold... Love... Hope... Beauty... Dirt... and Stone... Nothing is changed... All I am is a pauper Only a simple pauper with this silly dream

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The Moon Of My Nights Some nights you shine So brightly full and filled with life Like a moon full night Never have I seen someone So whole, complete, and fine Other nights you fade Into shadowed sorrow and darkness Like a waning moon Never have I seen someone So halved apart, and blue Every night I watch You wax or wane Like the moon in the sky You stand out to Brighten my every night

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC

The Moon Of My Nights

The Moon Of My Nights Some nights you shine So brightly full and filled with life Like a moon full night Never have I seen someone So whole, complete, and fine Other nights you fade Into shadowed sorrow and darkness Like a waning moon Never have I seen someone So halved apart, and blue Every night I watch You wax or wane Like the moon in the sky You stand out to Brighten my every night

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Hello Whenever the heavens cry I look up to give her a smile When the sun is happy and bright Out of habit I close my eyes, Turn away, immediately, I am shy Looking through glassy windows It’s a playful little girl I see When those eyes glisten I can’t help but wave my hand To let you know, that, I said Hello I see you... You see me...

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC

Hello

Hello Whenever the heavens cry I look up to give her a smile When the sun is happy and bright Out of habit I close my eyes, Turn away, immediately, I am shy Looking through glassy windows It’s a playful little girl I see When those eyes glisten I can’t help but wave my hand To let you know, that, I said Hello I see you... You see me...

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Across The Sea Rupture me and sing a solemn soliloquy Make me flounder, Meandering into reverie With a cordial glance partnered With your bashful smile Leave me astatic, relatively restive, And flustered for a while Pace the torrid beach sands Stoically, and wait for me Pray I make the journey, Threading this vast seething sea. Soothe my aches with the anodyne Of your tepid amorous embrace Animate me with a touch of life, So I may have another glimpse of your lovely face

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC

Across The Sea

Across The Sea Rupture me and sing a solemn soliloquy Make me flounder, Meandering into reverie With a cordial glance partnered With your bashful smile Leave me astatic, relatively restive, And flustered for a while Pace the torrid beach sands Stoically, and wait for me Pray I make the journey, Threading this vast seething sea. Soothe my aches with the anodyne Of your tepid amorous embrace Animate me with a touch of life, So I may have another glimpse of your lovely face

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Touch of Breath You breathe life, The simple sweet words you had me speak In time it grew, Into the solace and peace I needed. So sweet the sound. Heart to ear, Heart to me, Later I found your heart in me Lovely is the notion Thoughts of you, Acts for you, My heart beat with you A moment enough, Touch of breath. That moment, I felt my heart beat in you -Vas Bismark

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC

Touch of Breath

Touch of Breath You breathe life, The simple sweet words you had me speak In time it grew, Into the solace and peace I needed. So sweet the sound. Heart to ear, Heart to me, Later I found your heart in me Lovely is the notion Thoughts of you, Acts for you, My heart beat with you A moment enough, Touch of breath. That moment, I felt my heart beat in you -Vas Bismark

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The Story of Love A long time back, when Vices and Virtues were, Young, playful, and inexperienced. They had made a game of which, None wished to ever remember. Long forgotten in the span of time. There was once a story of, How Love had gone blind. In this tale, it spoke, How those friends were caught in, The boredom which Idle Time bestowed. In nature’s garden, they lounged, Until the music of, Silent minds had, Riled Impatience twitchy thoughts. “We should play a game, Of Hide and Seek.” he said. “What’s that?” Madness asked. Impatience smiled as he explained, The rules of the game, Of how they would play. “Everyone hides where ever they like, But there will be one that will seek.” “Sounds fun!” Madness thought. “I’d be ‘it’.” He suddenly said. Vices and Virtues went to hide, As Madness counted, The grains of sand on the river side. Envy hid between, the clouds to watch, Wishing she had a better spot. Anger hid under a rock to think. His face as hard as that thing. Laziness laid on his bed to sleep, Caring little if he was caught. Patience sat behind the leaves, Together with Tolerance he hid, Amongst the trees. Secrets stayed below, Hidden in the Lakes, Clouded by a shadowed face. Vanity cloaked herself in, The reflection of shiny things. Love hid behind, The white rose bush, Of which she liked. There she lingered for some time. In time, Madness had forgot, Why he counted the grains of sand. So he searched every where but, Was unable to find anyone. In hopelessness, he glanced, Up and found, Envy’s sinister face Peering through the clouds. “Found you!” he declared. For he knew he was right. Infuriated that she was the first, She gave him her brother’s site. Anger turned cold, In sight of, His sister’s mocking laugh. In his head he knew, Someone had to pay, A pair of eyes for, Giving him away. “Love is in the rose bush.” he said. “But she wont come out till, You stab her to death.” Devoid of thought Madness believed. With a pitch fork he charged, Yelling madly for Love. Wildly he stabbed until, White roses turned red. In her piercing scream, he stopped. As she crawled out of her hiding spot. Blood dripped down her face. Madness knew it was a mistake. He begged for her forgiveness and Apologized. “What can I do for you, To make it up to you?” He asked. “Be my guide,” she said. “You can be my eyes.” And ever since, it was said that, Love was blind. And Madness always had, Guided Love. -Vas Bismark

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC

The Story of Love

The Story of Love A long time back, when Vices and Virtues were, Young, playful, and inexperienced. They had made a game of which, None wished to ever remember. Long forgotten in the span of time. There was once a story of, How Love had gone blind. In this tale, it spoke, How those friends were caught in, The boredom which Idle Time bestowed. In nature’s garden, they lounged, Until the music of, Silent minds had, Riled Impatience twitchy thoughts. “We should play a game, Of Hide and Seek.” he said. “What’s that?” Madness asked. Impatience smiled as he explained, The rules of the game, Of how they would play. “Everyone hides where ever they like, But there will be one that will seek.” “Sounds fun!” Madness thought. “I’d be ‘it’.” He suddenly said. Vices and Virtues went to hide, As Madness counted, The grains of sand on the river side. Envy hid between, the clouds to watch, Wishing she had a better spot. Anger hid under a rock to think. His face as hard as that thing. Laziness laid on his bed to sleep, Caring little if he was caught. Patience sat behind the leaves, Together with Tolerance he hid, Amongst the trees. Secrets stayed below, Hidden in the Lakes, Clouded by a shadowed face. Vanity cloaked herself in, The reflection of shiny things. Love hid behind, The white rose bush, Of which she liked. There she lingered for some time. In time, Madness had forgot, Why he counted the grains of sand. So he searched every where but, Was unable to find anyone. In hopelessness, he glanced, Up and found, Envy’s sinister face Peering through the clouds. “Found you!” he declared. For he knew he was right. Infuriated that she was the first, She gave him her brother’s site. Anger turned cold, In sight of, His sister’s mocking laugh. In his head he knew, Someone had to pay, A pair of eyes for, Giving him away. “Love is in the rose bush.” he said. “But she wont come out till, You stab her to death.” Devoid of thought Madness believed. With a pitch fork he charged, Yelling madly for Love. Wildly he stabbed until, White roses turned red. In her piercing scream, he stopped. As she crawled out of her hiding spot. Blood dripped down her face. Madness knew it was a mistake. He begged for her forgiveness and Apologized. “What can I do for you, To make it up to you?” He asked. “Be my guide,” she said. “You can be my eyes.” And ever since, it was said that, Love was blind. And Madness always had, Guided Love. -Vas Bismark

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Pearls From afar I see beauty comparable to pearls It shines brightly out in the open But your clam like heart forever teases Open and close... Every time I approach You shy away and remain tightly closed

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC

Pearls

Pearls From afar I see beauty comparable to pearls It shines brightly out in the open But your clam like heart forever teases Open and close... Every time I approach You shy away and remain tightly closed

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What My Heart Knows There are many questions but my heart knows... While I was walking I stopped for a while And thought of the things I don’t have in life But I suddenly realized I have you and I feel complete There are many questions but my heart knows... Sometimes the love we are looking for Is right in front of us- Too close for the eyes to see Only close enough for the heart to feel There are many questions but my heart knows... True love doesn’t have happy endings Because if it’s true love It would be never ending There are many questions but my heart knows... Love has its time, seasons and own reasons! You can’t ask it to stay You can only embrace it as it comes And be glad, for a moment in your life it was yours There are many questions but my heart knows The tears shed over the heartbreak are the words left unsaid And the deeds left undone For absences does love like wind fuels a flame It extinguishes the weak and feeds a blaze There are many questions but my heart knows The difficulty is not dying for love, But finding a love worth dying for. Much harder... Finding that love worth living for There are many questions but my heart knows You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see You can block your ears to the things you don’t want to hear, But never could you close your heart to the things you feel There are many questions but my heart knows Never say goodbye when you still want to try Never give up when you still feel you can take it Never say you don’t love a person if you can’t let go There are many questions but my heart says Don’t ask the sun to keep shining on you, It can’t, the clouds exist Don’t ask the leaves not to fall It can’t, the wind exists Don’t ask me to stop loving you I can’t, you exist... -Vas Bismark

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC

What My Heart Knows

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What use are words, When there is none I wish to speak? How useful are eyes, When there is no light that enables you to see? Why need ears, If there is nothing worth hearing? What use are arms, If my embrace catches nothing What point is there in following the path before me, When I know nothing awaits me? What use are wealth and possessions, When I’m the only one who can touch them? What value is there to a heart, But know that it is empty? How promising can a life be, When there is no such thing as you and me? -Vas Bismark

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC

-What...

What use are words, When there is none I wish to speak? How useful are eyes, When there is no light that enables you to see? Why need ears, If there is nothing worth hearing? What use are arms, If my embrace catches nothing What point is there in following the path before me, When I know nothing awaits me? What use are wealth and possessions, When I’m the only one who can touch them? What value is there to a heart, But know that it is empty? How promising can a life be, When there is no such thing as you and me? -Vas Bismark

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