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Im new on this idk what to say sooo... ... bye...
When I was a boy, a young vibrant boy,
I had a stuffed bear who brought me great joy.
Teddy was his name despite youthful creativity abound;
for a young boy like me, no more suitable name could be found.
His overalls blue denim, his button eyes black, and a warm comforting smile he certainly did not lack.
Everywhere I went I carried Teddy around, gripping his hand tightly while his body hung limply towards the ground.
Everywhere I went I carried Teddy along, his friendship made me feel confident, ambitious, and strong.
Everywhere I went I carried Teddy close by, our adventures spent under the sun and the calming blue sky.
During our time together, there was never a moment I had not smiled or laughed.
Truly Teddy was an artist, and entertainment his craft.
Time passed and times changed, but Teddy was still my friend.
However, something grew strange as my age continued to ascend.
And so it became, my loving friend's comfort I could no longer enjoy.
I let go of Teddy's hand, and I was no longer a boy.
In my dreams
we stand together
bare footed
on the grass
of our rural Georgia home
or maybe
we are out west
born again pioneers
trekking on through
the California sunshine

In my dreams you would be happy
all because of me
and in my dreams
you would feel safe
and would call me
your better half
your rock
your one and only
with nothing but compliments
coming from your lips

In my dreams you would support me
and I you
and we would revel
in each other's success
and we would wake together
in the sober morning light
to the pretty sounds of birds
perfectly content
moving only forward

whatever I may conjure in my sleep
rest assured you are there
This was the first poem I ever posted to this site exactly one year ago. It's good to look and see how far you've come.
A year ago I was sitting in my room
dropping out of college
I found a pen and an old notebook
which I got for my creative writing class
in high school
So I picked it up, unsure of what was going to happen
but I wrote a poem called in my dreams
without meaning to
Dude, poetry is gay
but It seemed I had a taste for it
a week later I was writing to drown out the sound
of my roommate fighting with his girlfriend
and the couple was born

I was a secret drop out
I even made up a class schedule
so I would go at varying hours on varying days
to any cafe which had cheap coffee and free wifi
and I would write these ****** little poems
saved in a google docs folder called
poetry
I used to ***** around on the web too much
stuff like stumbleupon
and I found all of you beautiful sons of *******
a strange old website called hellopoetry.com
facebook for those young or foolish enough
to call themselves poets
I was skeptical
I’ve never been a fan of other writers in my atmosphere
but I’ll be ****** If I didn’t fall in love
with the ***** old dog
I wrote and I wrote and I wrote
I may not have been the best
but you can’t spell prolific without pro
and when I finally hit
100,000 views
it was like losing my virginity all over again
only not as awkward and drunk

I’ve been pottering around on here for a year now
and every person who read my work
every angel which clicked follow
Got to see me bang my head against the keyboard
in dark rooms on even darker days
and they’ve seen some of my best work
definitely some of my worst
and I’ve met some genuinely great people along the way
I only hope that you all know who you are
So let’s raise a glass to the year passed
and celebrate
a bunch of wild poet… things
and here’s to another year
of weird little poems
To all of you awesome ******* - thanks for helping me get to where I am today. Thanks for the chance at being a part of a community. Thanks for posting stuff which kicked my stuff's ***. Thanks for the motivation and support. Thank you.
       - Harry J. Baxter
 Feb 2014 Lillian Sechrest
AJ
My fingertips
Carry
A heavy weight.
Let me be your drug
stimulants to raise you up higher than any peak
setting your veins on fire and tickling the bottom of your feet
Let me hone your mind to a fine focused edge
lethal, right?
Let me take your inhibitions and crush them
teach you how to dance
and egg you on to violence
standing up for yourself is just that
depressants? Yeah I've got that covered
make you feel so low the sun light falls short
I've got a book full of lullabies to put you to bed
and I can make those cuts and bruises
feel like loose, easy sunlight
let me alter your perception
DMT, Shrooms, and Lucy
I'll show you a God you forgot to believe in
hallucinations so real they send your nightmares reeling
back into the comfortable dark of closets and bottoms of beds
Love Drug?
I'm an easy E to pop
Molly Molly Molly
Moon rocks
prompts for the closet romantics
and **** machines
light this stick of TNT spliff
and ******* out into the dead air between all things
 Feb 2014 Lillian Sechrest
AJ
You're drunk.
I'm on pills.
It's like we have the same disease.
 Feb 2014 Lillian Sechrest
Jay
I find myself waiting
         for the   words     she
has
                        to say.
                           Because
I can't lie to myself-        
                                                 ­          I care.
And I still long
          to be      
                            warm.
I wrote this a long time ago..
I never posted it, but I find that tonight may be more appropriate for it anyhow.
It's freezing out.
It's time to choose

Everytime you stay,
The world starts making sense to me!
When you go away,
I wanna scream till you see...

I don't wanna wait for you
It's you I want,
So stop wasting my time
Oh, it's you I need,
So please make up your mind!
It's time to choose

I don't wanna
Say goodbye to you...
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