#aside - Hello Poetry

Bastiana as me, being this lady truly that you see, Within my solemn being, I am a love-a living dream. You can not keep me from the light, I am always a part of life, though not in plain sight. Have a few or two lily's and put them aside, I give this to the well and cast the spell-bide my time. I tried the name Sebastian on for size, no lie, But found myself in love with Bastiana, I can't deny. Bastiana as me, I know I'm Alan to some degree, But when all is frozen in time-don't you know? My love, Bastiana...why this name...it is the one true me.

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Aug 8, 2022

Aug 8, 2022 at 4:41 AM UTC

alan-s-bailey

Bastiana As Me

Bastiana as me, being this lady truly that you see, Within my solemn being, I am a love-a living dream. You can not keep me from the light, I am always a part of life, though not in plain sight. Have a few or two lily's and put them aside, I give this to the well and cast the spell-bide my time. I tried the name Sebastian on for size, no lie, But found myself in love with Bastiana, I can't deny. Bastiana as me, I know I'm Alan to some degree, But when all is frozen in time-don't you know? My love, Bastiana...why this name...it is the one true me.

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Paddle amongst the dark Masked shadows clasped in sharp arches Explore your flaws to experience more Question conceit as preachers reach deep Shots drawn before dawn Chasing bright sunlight gilded aside Brought up to rise again Our lives repeatedly warned of descent Air still warm as we sit forlorned Sleight of hand connections tight Observe the signs confined in mind Silent whispers guided from behind Focused awe channels through us all Do we care to share energy Too few view the transference of form

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Sep 24, 2020

Sep 24, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC

PoeticTetra

Searching

Paddle amongst the dark Masked shadows clasped in sharp arches Explore your flaws to experience more Question conceit as preachers reach deep Shots drawn before dawn Chasing bright sunlight gilded aside Brought up to rise again Our lives repeatedly warned of descent Air still warm as we sit forlorned Sleight of hand connections tight Observe the signs confined in mind Silent whispers guided from behind Focused awe channels through us all Do we care to share energy Too few view the transference of form

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it’s a trial you know, standing by your side. it’s a test of my strength, my courage, my pride. do I want to give up? give up in us? what us? it never existed it was all in my head i let myself think there was a meaning behind the bed. but you were my demon sitting deep in the dark waiting to pounce waiting for that spark you took my feelings and shoved them aside just because you were worried about you and your pride I am not significant enough for you to spend your thoughts on well yeah, that’s pretty rough buddy.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC

jennymoran

Behind the Bed

it’s a trial you know, standing by your side. it’s a test of my strength, my courage, my pride. do I want to give up? give up in us? what us? it never existed it was all in my head i let myself think there was a meaning behind the bed. but you were my demon sitting deep in the dark waiting to pounce waiting for that spark you took my feelings and shoved them aside just because you were worried about you and your pride I am not significant enough for you to spend your thoughts on well yeah, that’s pretty rough buddy.

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is it love if you pull me aside to a room to be alone and play your song softly on your phone and ask me to help you write a poem and you show me all the stupid lovely things you can do with your watermelon vapor.

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Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC

casper_the_undead

is this love?

is it love if you pull me aside to a room to be alone and play your song softly on your phone and ask me to help you write a poem and you show me all the stupid lovely things you can do with your watermelon vapor.

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early this year gentle as calm ocean waters gently lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy as reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

thinning hair

early this year gentle as calm ocean waters gently lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy as reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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You sold me a false dream. You told me that I could make it home after I graduated. High school. College. I’m still ******* here. I told you that I was a failure, I failed at achieving my dream of finally escaping hell. Everyone else got their form of happiness. My turn will never arrive. You told me that the future would be a happy time, but when I thought of the future ten years ago, I didn't think I would still feel like this. You told me that people loved me, but they never showed it. No one put in as much effort into the relationship as I did. It was always me who responded first, initiated the conversation, sent reminders that hey, I guess we’re still friends, even though you don't act like it. You forgot that I did not work well with the routine of muttering in my head, “I’m fine, just relax and breathe.” You told me that I needed to make the most of where I was, which was like forcing a fish to live on land and expecting them to breathe. You told me that I moved on, and then I didn't, and then I did. Quit playing games. You told me that it was okay to tell that guy extremely intimate details, but I ended up disappointed. You told me to assume that someone I loved would be just as willing to love me fiercely in return. You told me that someone special will come along. Where are they? You told me that I have to make everyone in my family happy, but everyone has different expectations and I’m struggling to fulfill one person’s wishes without upsetting the other. You told me I need to go out more, accept invitations to attend some concert in Dallas, or hang out at her house for New Year’s Eve. I hate going out. You told me to pretend that I was in a cliché high school movie at a party and try to flirt with a guy. He didn't like me. He was more interested in my brother. You told me that no one cared how badly I presented my speech in my last Spanish class, but I felt everyone’s pity cutting into my mouth. You told me that my soul is the one thing I can’t compromise, but it’s already shattered into irreparable fragments. You told me that people would admire the way I loved sunsets, the lights on the streets after dark, the small things. No one has told me that they noticed my habits. I placed myself back into my body and walked away from the mirror.

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC

e-townsend

Dissociation

You sold me a false dream. You told me that I could make it home after I graduated. High school. College. I’m still ******* here. I told you that I was a failure, I failed at achieving my dream of finally escaping hell. Everyone else got their form of happiness. My turn will never arrive. You told me that the future would be a happy time, but when I thought of the future ten years ago, I didn't think I would still feel like this. You told me that people loved me, but they never showed it. No one put in as much effort into the relationship as I did. It was always me who responded first, initiated the conversation, sent reminders that hey, I guess we’re still friends, even though you don't act like it. You forgot that I did not work well with the routine of muttering in my head, “I’m fine, just relax and breathe.” You told me that I needed to make the most of where I was, which was like forcing a fish to live on land and expecting them to breathe. You told me that I moved on, and then I didn't, and then I did. Quit playing games. You told me that it was okay to tell that guy extremely intimate details, but I ended up disappointed. You told me to assume that someone I loved would be just as willing to love me fiercely in return. You told me that someone special will come along. Where are they? You told me that I have to make everyone in my family happy, but everyone has different expectations and I’m struggling to fulfill one person’s wishes without upsetting the other. You told me I need to go out more, accept invitations to attend some concert in Dallas, or hang out at her house for New Year’s Eve. I hate going out. You told me to pretend that I was in a cliché high school movie at a party and try to flirt with a guy. He didn't like me. He was more interested in my brother. You told me that no one cared how badly I presented my speech in my last Spanish class, but I felt everyone’s pity cutting into my mouth. You told me that my soul is the one thing I can’t compromise, but it’s already shattered into irreparable fragments. You told me that people would admire the way I loved sunsets, the lights on the streets after dark, the small things. No one has told me that they noticed my habits. I placed myself back into my body and walked away from the mirror.

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I was just an obsession to you A hobby, a toy That you could play with one day exploit all of its wonders see what it could give to you And the next day just casually toss in a shadowy attic To be forgotten To be found far in the future Old, and dusty Not broken, just dark from disuse and abandonment This is what you thought of me This is how you treated me Like a novelty, a child's toy I can't believe I fell for your casual ways The way you made me feel special But I was never special I was just another brief obsession of yours A curiosity I drew your attention, piqued your interest But now you've found a new toy to play with And I'm left here collecting dust

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC

WinterGreen

Obsession

I was just an obsession to you A hobby, a toy That you could play with one day exploit all of its wonders see what it could give to you And the next day just casually toss in a shadowy attic To be forgotten To be found far in the future Old, and dusty Not broken, just dark from disuse and abandonment This is what you thought of me This is how you treated me Like a novelty, a child's toy I can't believe I fell for your casual ways The way you made me feel special But I was never special I was just another brief obsession of yours A curiosity I drew your attention, piqued your interest But now you've found a new toy to play with And I'm left here collecting dust

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I allways try to care, at the wrong time I'm trying to be there, but you're stopping me I'm just trying to help I will offer you hugs to make you feel a little bit better, but you don't pay attention I'm just trying to help Why should I even bother anymore All you do is push me down All you do is push me aside I'm just trying to help

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC

isabelle-cazalet-smith

Just trying to help

I allways try to care, at the wrong time I'm trying to be there, but you're stopping me I'm just trying to help I will offer you hugs to make you feel a little bit better, but you don't pay attention I'm just trying to help Why should I even bother anymore All you do is push me down All you do is push me aside I'm just trying to help

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And here is my life taking a serious turn, Will leave me with the marks of cuts and burns Will you, Will you stand by my side? They said, never mind, certainly God will help And listen to your endless cries and painful yelp. But I need at this moment a soothing lap Which can give me the needed solace and serene nap Will God? Will God abide? That's why I was asking you to stand by my side. They said God cannot be everywhere and thus created mother And as a pillar to your life he gifted you a father. But they don't know there is something known as the age Which helps in almost nothing else putting you in a cage You cannot wet your eyes on your parents shoulder When they expect you to be brave and bolder. Will they? Will they sustain my swelling tide. That's why o' dear I was craving for your side. Before you be judgemental and term me selfish Lemme show you the other facet which you may cherish. Inside me are vast clouds of love that continuously hover Waiting for someone worthy enough to start their shower. They are divine for their sensation can liven the autumn bare And magical as they always ornate a rainbow rare. They are sensitive as pleasure make them roar. And revenge for others out of hatred result in downpour. Will you, Will you let the unfathomable love die inside? That's why, That's why I was wishing you'd get up and stand by my side.

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Jan 18, 2015

Jan 18, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC

Incognito69696969

STAND BY MY SIDE

And here is my life taking a serious turn, Will leave me with the marks of cuts and burns Will you, Will you stand by my side? They said, never mind, certainly God will help And listen to your endless cries and painful yelp. But I need at this moment a soothing lap Which can give me the needed solace and serene nap Will God? Will God abide? That's why I was asking you to stand by my side. They said God cannot be everywhere and thus created mother And as a pillar to your life he gifted you a father. But they don't know there is something known as the age Which helps in almost nothing else putting you in a cage You cannot wet your eyes on your parents shoulder When they expect you to be brave and bolder. Will they? Will they sustain my swelling tide. That's why o' dear I was craving for your side. Before you be judgemental and term me selfish Lemme show you the other facet which you may cherish. Inside me are vast clouds of love that continuously hover Waiting for someone worthy enough to start their shower. They are divine for their sensation can liven the autumn bare And magical as they always ornate a rainbow rare. They are sensitive as pleasure make them roar. And revenge for others out of hatred result in downpour. Will you, Will you let the unfathomable love die inside? That's why, That's why I was wishing you'd get up and stand by my side.

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I am; something you forget. Remember after. You don't really care about me. If you did I wouldn't be. Your care for me is a consolation prize. An apology. I'm there after the people. After the places. Behind the background. I'm after words. After reaction. After thought.

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC

austin-heath

"Afterthought."

I am; something you forget. Remember after. You don't really care about me. If you did I wouldn't be. Your care for me is a consolation prize. An apology. I'm there after the people. After the places. Behind the background. I'm after words. After reaction. After thought.

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