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#backthen
You made me happy, now all I am is sad.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
thanks for all that.
Return with me come back in time to an older memory Reading words un-refined that everyone can see Your first but not your last it may be raw or bad Perusing older prose hurt feelings love, happy, sad, or mad Wondering the past why a word got turned choices made so carefully Poetry, so learned
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
Recollected Rhyme
I knew I’d had met him again one day. it occurred … when the sense of pain was just gone. I’ve absorbed it all back at once just once, by chance, he saw my eyes. Sly strategist of mine. we built hybrid addiction ought to be banished but for them all, you pounded loud. Ancient visionary,  
 You go back and dig my utter emptiness, sweating not a drop of infinite. You seek out what’s never been lost, what’s baffled and vain, rot and forceful either way. Blue worship my reveries thin like blades and air, worn out like time, space and everything in between. Some shy away from shade,
 beams are scratches of light to me.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Scratches
I read through our old Text messages to remind Myself Of the good times The times when We talked And laughed And called each other affectionate names The times we still woke up to each other's Faces on the screens Of our phones.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Untitled 15
I have Scratched your name into my Calendar Your name sits on the lined of my diary poised for consistent use At what point did you become so natural to me So that when I said your name, it tasted like nostalgia and hope and the Cool Fire of our words warms me to contentment It wasn't until you spoke and I smiled That I knew I missed you when you were gone But how can I miss you When you're only an hour away Still I'm regretting the wasted July Mornings When my nerves swallowed up the sentiments that said that I think of you sometime, even when you aren't around It sounds frivolous to say that I'd hope for events that would draw your lens near But now I'm budgeting you into my time and Just hope that it's not wasted The effort it takes to write these sentiments down is Nearly incomparable to that effort which must be taken to Remind the heart on my Sleeve to stay put and not seep into that vein that will Surely carry dreams across my body The word that I could entitle Perfect And since that word is unattainable here I'll only say all the others You're that feeling right after a pull And you feel yourself slip under the friendly drowse You're that feeling when you feel a set of eyes on your blushing cheeks You're the laughter of a clever retort You're a Melody thats gives spirit to my word You're that fire that burns with a bravery that you cannot see You're that ticking clock, there to remind me that Time is Precious and Soon I hate that circled square on the Calendar & I pray that that circle does not act as a deadline for when your heart can be mine Because I like the sweetness of our fresh beginnings And I do hope I may call it a beginning Instead of a short story. I'm all over the clock, Yearning for more firsts with you But even still, hoping for a second or 12. And some first that could count in a way that didn't get chalked up to Naive Sentiments Meaning I want you too much And My head is rushing Hours into this Instant. Fast Forwarding to our Next Kiss Sending me on a Clockwise Whirlwind to times that may not even exist But I still hope and Gamble for More hours to play Procrastinating the Seconds into convincing us all That It's Casual It is not Casual, to me.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
It's Casual
I have Scratched your name into my Calendar Your name sits on the lined of my diary poised for consistent use At what point did you become so natural to me So that when I said your name, it tasted like nostalgia and hope and the Cool Fire of our words warms me to contentment It wasn't until you spoke and I smiled That I knew I missed you when you were gone But how can I miss you When you're only an hour away Still I'm regretting the wasted July Mornings When my nerves swallowed up the sentiments that said that I think of you sometime, even when you aren't around It sounds frivolous to say that I'd hope for events that would draw your lens near But now I'm budgeting you into my time and Just hope that it's not wasted The effort it takes to write these sentiments down is Nearly incomparable to that effort which must be taken to Remind the heart on my Sleeve to stay put and not seep into that vein that will Surely carry dreams across my body The word that I could entitle Perfect And since that word is unattainable here I'll only say all the others You're that feeling right after a pull And you feel yourself slip under the friendly drowse You're that feeling when you feel a set of eyes on your blushing cheeks You're the laughter of a clever retort You're a Melody thats gives spirit to my word You're that fire that burns with a bravery that you cannot see You're that ticking clock, there to remind me that Time is Precious and Soon I hate that circled square on the Calendar & I pray that that circle does not act as a deadline for when your heart can be mine Because I like the sweetness of our fresh beginnings And I do hope I may call it a beginning Instead of a short story. I'm all over the clock, Yearning for more firsts with you But even still, hoping for a second or 12. And some first that could count in a way that didn't get chalked up to Naive Sentiments Meaning I want you too much And My head is rushing Hours into this Instant. Fast Forwarding to our Next Kiss Sending me on a Clockwise Whirlwind to times that may not even exist But I still hope and Gamble for More hours to play Procrastinating the Seconds into convincing us all That It's Casual It is not Casual, to me.
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Rolled money, old cards, empty bags tucked away in those certain drawers We'd P.A.T.T hard behind closed & locked doors Party favors kept hidden during the day & at night brought out to play Soon as we started, it's one after other Something I'll never share with my mother Bits & pieces I might tell Never the whole story, unless I want to hear her yell Carrying on into the night Our secrets kept well out of sight Morning comes & off to work we go No matter how ****** we felt, we'd always show Can't let the habit take control Even though our bodies were paying the toll It was a decision we decided to make A risk we were willing to take Looking back on all those times It helps me now, write some pretty awesome rhymes Although we don't do that anymore Since it doesn't make us feel like before Plus I don't like repeating the past But we did find some peace & we enjoy how long that tends to last We have so many laughs & never ending fun && just to think it is only just begun
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
Out With That & In With This....