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 Jul 2015 AM
Natalia mushara
Rida
 Jul 2015 AM
Natalia mushara
Ridin or dying
Dis chickie is flying
 Jul 2015 AM
Matt
Won't you hug me?  

A hug from Elsa
Or Cecil
Or whoever it might be

I want hugs from
Fellow poets
On Hello Poetry
 Jul 2015 AM
Lost
I Love You
 Jul 2015 AM
Lost
I love you when you don't let me get my way.
I love you when you let me feel the pain.
I love you when you let me open my veins.

I love you for letting me walk off the edge.
I love you for every message left unread.
I love you for every word you never said.

I love you for every time you gave up on me.
I love you for when you come crying to me.
I love you for the look you get when you lie to me.

I love you for when you constantly complain.
I love you for playing mind games.
*I love you for driving me insane.
I love you for all the wrong reasons.
 Jul 2015 AM
Cecil Miller
Stiletto heels and a push-up bra,
Hair piled high, bleached and toned and all…
That’s the way you used to shuffle around,
But you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Who’s that a’ worrin’ bout them wrinkles and lines?
Is that the same broad who fell for all his lines?
Well, since he left you all you do is frown.
No, you ain’t done much since your man went to town.

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you
Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,
But you picked the one who was known all around.
Now,  you ain’t known much since your man went to town.

(Interlude)

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you
Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,
But you picked the one who was known all around.
Now, you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Whatcha gonna do when the rage runs high,
When the last tear falls cause the well has dried?
Whatcha gonna do when the sun goes down,
Cause you ain't slept much since your man went to town.

What’cha gotta to do to make it right
Is take your piece out of your purse, it’s a Saturday night.
What’cha gotta do is shoot him down,
‘Cause you cry too much since your man went to town.
Please, do not use me work to buy, sell, trade or findraise for this or any other site. I posted an early draft of these song lyrics and was pleased at how well recieved it was. Shortly before I put it on this site I added a stanza before the finale in the second verse, then turned it over to my music partner to work with. Then the computer my work was on crashed. I had not backed up the files. I wanted the lyrics up on hellopoetry because I had just discovered the site, so I gave you the earlier draft that I had. Earlier tonight, while visiting my partner's home studio, I remembered to grab the copies of this, and some other songs he is working on for me. I think the additional stanza adds increase to the momentum of the story this peace is telling. For me, it is the emotional clamax in this version, and the final stanza, though descriptive of an extreme action, becomes the denumont. There is also a new balance of  the architecture in respect to the eveness of stanzas in both verses. (At times, I tend to put great emphasis on the importance of song structure. I have ever since I realized how important structure is to a song.)
I hope you enjoy it.
 Jul 2015 AM
Cecil Miller
Once you give yourself to me.
There is no way that you are free.
Mine are eyes that see my prey.
Welcome night, and grieve the day.

I've loved before,
I'll love you more
Than anyone who let you go.

Don't move, don't blink,
Don't cry, don't think -
You can let your free will go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.

Things are going to change for you.
There is nothing you can do.
There is nothing you can say.
You can never get away.

Don't be afraid.
You're in my shade.
I'm never gonna let you go.

You're mine tonight,
And all the nights -
I'm never gonna let you go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.

It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.

It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.
(Precious)
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again

I've loved before,
I'll love you more
Than anyone who let you go.

Don't be afraid.
You're in my shade.
I'm never gonna let you go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.
I have been working on this song a few weeks. I just finished it.
Yes, I know it is very, very dark but don't anybody get your knickers in a budge. It's not a love story. It is not real. If you understand certain references, don't get freaked. The title came to me. It had some alliteration that I thought sounded good, so I built it around a soft techno-club beat that would have been heard in dance-a-terias in the early 1990's. I, of course, retain all ownership and rights to all my work. Please do not use it to buy, sell, trade or for fundraising for this or any other sight.
 Jul 2015 AM
Paul Hardwick
P @ u l .
 Jul 2015 AM
Paul Hardwick
People ask me, so here it is
I create this stuff here
live, right here, on Hello Poetry
that's why, is has, mist spellings and stuff
now I feel like a wizard
dipping my toe into all your worlds
but this is not your world it's mine
an I keep it so
if my colours spill out
well that your own problem
wipe them up, smer them over with white
and go on write over the top
I always do
and that's what make me me
I have alway's said.
and all the things that I tell you
are no wear from here
well more like, in my world.


Hope this help's.
P@ul.
 Jul 2015 AM
Cecil Miller
To my schitzophrenic mind,
You are all the same.
You are him and he is her,
She has more than one name.

Do not try to ever lie,
Or abet in the foolish game
In order to persuade me,
Or explain why you cannot flame.

I can see the forest for the trees.
The winds shakes their mighty lofts.
When the storm is raging,
Dieing things fall off.

What good is any word without a meaning?
Only those with tear-stained egos disagree.
Nobody wants to hear about your sacrifices.
You aren't the only ones who ever bleed.
Guess what happens at 4 in the morning around my house. Please do not buy, sell or use my poetry for fundraising on this or any other site.
 Jul 2015 AM
Paramount Pawn
Crush
 Jul 2015 AM
Paramount Pawn
Whenever I think of a crush
My mind makes an image of you
I don't even talk to you that much
And I hardly even bother to interact with you
But
Why is it you are the one I think about
Whenever I tell myself
I don't like anyone
 Jul 2015 AM
LB Parker
Untitled II
 Jul 2015 AM
LB Parker
Let's try to ignore the fact
That all this time
You have "loved" me
And "loved" another
Behind my back
Because you already seem to be
Very good at that
Dedicated to someone I (thankfully) haven't seen in a very long time.
With love, kelsey
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