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Daniel T Aug 2018
All the nights of unpleasantries
will no longer keep me awake.
I will never again dream
of you by mistake.

I wish that you would die.
A freak accident leaves you paralyzed
maybe a piano from the window
That lives in the blue of my eyes.
Or maybe that "random" passing car
will clip you in the thigh
And you'd be left (like me)
alone; just to die.

You could paint the town red
with your angry tongue
but instead maybe if i cut it out
you'll finally listen instead.

In laymens terms, prepare to be hurt,
I'll smile as your body lies in the dirt.
And blood seeps into your shirt,
coloring the earth.
Your purpose has been confirmed.

*******.
Thanks for the trauma and mental illness, miss you lots.
Daniel T Feb 2018
Her
Right now, I'm here; stuck without her.
Empty, I could have the world,
but it's not enough, without her.

She's all I want. Even 4 days away feels like too much,
She had to leave, and now I miss her touch.
I miss her blonde hair, her stare, I miss her lust
I miss the love... ****!

This is cliche, and I'll wear it out.
I can't convince myself to write anything else,
When this is all I care about.
I'll be grouped in with the lame poets.
The ones who never write or sing of laughter
I can only write of the one thing that matters

2 weeks before Valentines, and I already know
That I want you to be mine
... for the this one, and the rest of them.
I love you Alexandra
Daniel T Mar 2017
I just heard a poem today

About a man who was heart broken
And how he only thought about
The next guy kissing his ex;
Or how he wouldn’t lock the door
In case she came back.

And the people cheered..
He was amazing actually
So much emotion in his voice

And the people cheered..
There’s a fellow who entertains!
I could never do that;
So I envy him.

But;
I hope that person never has to suffer
Through sleepless nights
Hoping she finally calls,
Or seeing that new Facebook picture
Of her with another man,
Cuddled in the same bed I was in a
JUST a week prior
Kissing those lips, that tasted so sweet
When we last said goodbye,
Less than seven **** days ago!

I hope that person never has to heal
And spend his next 3 years, rejected
Rejected and rejected
By every single girl he finally falls for.

I hope that person doesn’t spend his days
Hoping that even once a week he can play
His favorite 2-player video game
With a woman who only wants to
Order some pizza afterwards; while
Cuddling up to a horror movie and a kiss,
Goodnight.

It’s easy to find a drinking partner
Or somebody who will take their clothes off
at midnight and be dressed fast enough
To catch the last train.

But wanting to hear about the person’s day
Or what their favorite novel is;
Their desires,
Their fears
Or why she has those scars
On that beautiful body.

Or why she doesn’t think she’s pretty
When to you she’s the prettiest girl
That you’ve ever cuddled up in bed with
While you watched her play Zelda.

Finding that is tough.

I hope that person is never me
Ruining every conversation going his way.
Trying so hard to keep her smiling,
While forgetting that he’s an *******
Who doesn’t know when to stop talking.

That he doesn’t make enough money
To take her out for a romantic dinner
Or that he can’t drive when she’s stuck
In the middle of nowhere; in minus 20 weather

I hope that person realizes
Writing at 4:30 AM, on a work night
Because another man’s poetry
Made someone else think of a girl
That he doesn’t deserve
And can’t have
Is exactly how some writers live.

And we just wish we were entertaining.
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Daniel T Jan 2017
Write about me
Tell me how your night isn’t complete
Without a goodnight phone call
Alongside a “sweet dreams” text;
And how it’s the only thing better
Than the good morning ones..

Write about me
Tell me how you hate that I stopped trying.
This other guy was never competition
You just wanted to see if I’d fight for you;
Please, make me feel like a fool
When you tell me how I failed your test
And only a dozen fresh Orchids
With a card quoting your favorite song
Would be enough to prove how serious
I am about you.

“There’s so much beauty in a storm”

Write about me
After that is said and done, watch as
I’ll dedicate hours trying to tell you
That it’s not because I don’t care
Or that none of what I said was real
It was just that;
Only that your happiness meant more
To me than mine ever could,
And I’d rather see you happy
With anyone else, than me failing
To put that beautiful smile
On the most deserving of faces..

Write about me
Tell me that it hurts when you hear me say
That I fear I’m not good enough
For a woman like yourself
In reality though - I mean you.
Your potential is limitless;
While I’m a work in progress
And you, princess. Don’t have the time
Or maybe even the will power
To build a man up to your level
When you deserve a golden crown
And a million peasants, kneeling
Before your throne, on which you proudly sit
While they beg for a minute of your time

You won’t write about me though
Because I’m aware none of this is true
My words may hold less meaning
Than I could even imagine,
But it doesn’t change the fact
This is what I want to hear.

“You owe me a poem”
You said to me.
What you didn’t know
Is that you already have two
That you’ll likely never see.
I promise this will be the last
(Unless you want more, that is)

(I)*
I have no intentions
I don’t want a thank you
I want you to be happy
I want you to smile while reading this
And laugh it up at my expense
(It’s pretty cheesy right?)

But you’re the only one
That I sit here at 7 AM
Writing about
When we've hardly spoken
In 3 days
At the very least,
I hope it’s an ego boost.

“I love poetry” you said
And I love to write;
This one though,
Isn’t for me
It’s yours.
For once I don't feel so confident.. this could be go really badly.
Daniel T Sep 2015
Yesterday was not a fun day.

I saved the (my) world
but not the princess
She's on a different planet
Trapped in another castle.
Waiting for me
To fight my way through
Every demon that's ever
been in our way.

And I do promise,
that I'll break those shackles free.
I may not be your modern day Mario
but there's no Bowser this time -
I wouldn't be scared if there was.

Because;  Zelda. Meet your Link
The Master-sword on my back means
There's no challenge I won't accept.
That I won't over-come.

Yes, she might be an angel
Sent down the heavens.

But me? I am Kratos.
The God of War.
So you can bet your ***
I will destroy every thing
In my path towards her,
and nothing will stop me.

She doesn't even know she's a princess
It's your classic tale.

*Yet I wouldn't have it any other way,
Meet your knight in shining armor.
I actually had fun writing this one.
Daniel T Sep 2015
I hurt her once
and I'll never do it again.

I am not an addict with pills or coke.
I am not a failure or an addict to gambling.
I am an addict on a worse thing; a person.

She's a piece of art
every cat fur on those black pants
resembles one boy who wanted her
every scar on her wrist
is one boy who hurt her.
though;
I don't know where my spot is
it could be a scar on her wrist
or a piece of glass
stuck in her heel.
It could be the star in the sky
that she stares at
through her window
on a lonely night
hoping that one day
her wish finally comes true.

I could be the cold breeze
seeping through the open window
making her wish, another boy
was there to share is warmth.

So I'll cry myself to sleep
and hope tomorrow that I change.
Overthinking does that.

I don't want to be a scar
I don't want to be a piece of glass.
I don't want to hurt her
ever again.
I made that mistake once.

Now all I want, is to be...
The ring on her finger.
The reason behind her smile
the breeze on a hot summer day
and she's more than happy to have me
she's grateful.
I want to be the guy
tagging her in cute pictures
saying that's my babygirl.

That was for the readers
this ones for you.


I'll show you this poem
and you'll wonder why I wrote it.
"You know I love you"
and I know it's true.
But nothing says I want you back
like a poem with her name on it.
you might be a princess
But I'm not Mario
and this is the right **** castle.
I'm not leaving
without you be my side.
I love you.

I hurt her once
and I'll never do it again.
Daniel T Sep 2015
She can't fall in love with a poet.

It's impossible.
We know what we want
and it scares her.
She'll turn her back to us
the moment we speak out.

We're a handful too many
and only a mere gift to some
How often does a poet
sit alone with his pad and ***?
Fall in love with a poet
Says the poet with no-one
We are *******
heart break is our whipped cream
on a freshly baked pumpkin pie.


That's why this poet
Is writing for his ex girlfriend
Who'll never take him back
but he has to try anyway.

On second thought
Please fall in love with a poet
Even though, I know you can't.
My response to a poem I just read by estelle deamor called "Please, fall in love with a poet" I don't know why I did this, I just needed to write.
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